After she left her father and kept her son, President Pei lost control and knelt down.

The vast ocean is devoid of life.

The cargo ship, after a night of rough seas, stopped at the harbor.

The crew member hurriedly reported to the captain: "Boss, the sea has suddenly been closed, we can't leave."

"Routine checks are nothing unusual, why are you making such a fuss?" the captain snapped at the crew, grabbing his binoculars and peering into the distance, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

It was pitch black all around, with helicopters circling overhead. He had never seen such a large-scale sea closure in his fifty years of sailing.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the captain returned to his cabin and made a phone call to the capital.

"I'm facing a large-scale sea closure here, and I could be stopped and inspected at any time. What will happen to those two women and children?"

The woman on the other end of the phone gritted her teeth.

"What else can we do? Kill them all, leave no survivors!"

They originally intended to send Qiao Wan to the deserted Dead Sea area, but they didn't expect the people who rescued her to be so fast, without even leaving the country.

Zhao Youran angrily hung up the phone. Jiang Chunzhi was opposite her, separated by a chessboard.

She was much calmer: "How so?"

"I reckon someone's taken action. The cargo ship can't move, and soon someone will go up to investigate. It's only a matter of time before they find Qiao Wan."

Holding a white chess piece, Jiang Chunzhi curled her lips into a mocking smile: "I told you long ago that your cousin is incompetent, and you're just as much of a hindrance as he is. Now that you've killed Qiao Wan, it's like announcing to the world that you failed in your kidnapping attempt and are now going to kill her."

Zhao Youran's expression turned ferocious with anger.

"This is a rare opportunity. If we don't get rid of Qiao Wan, do you expect her to go back to the capital and continue to suppress you?"

Jiang Chunzhi placed a chess piece down, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.

"If Pei Hansheng wants to find her, he will definitely find her. We can't stop him."

Pei Hansheng was actually willing to stab himself and break ties with his mother for Qiao Wan's sake, which was completely unexpected. She was afraid that if Qiao Wan really died, Pei Hansheng would investigate to the end and implicate her as well.

"Sister You Ran, I advise you to stop."

"Give up? I'm really not willing to give up!"

"That's easy. If you want to vent your anger, while they're tied up, find a few men to smear them, film some videos or something, and post them online. Pei Hansheng loves cleanliness, so maybe it will actually make him give up on Qiao Wan."

Zhao Youran couldn't help but look at Jiang Chunzhi with new respect.

When it comes to ruthlessness, no one can compare to her.

"You're really something. Those men on the ship have been at sea for a year or two and haven't even met a woman. If they were presented with two beautiful women, they would probably devour them like wolves."

Zhao Youran smiled sinisterly and made a phone call to the ship.

"Let those two women out so the brothers can have a taste. Time is limited, so hurry up. Oh, and set up your phone and shoot some exciting videos, then send them to me all at once."

The captain, having received instructions, was itching to do it.

The two women who were brought up were fair-skinned and beautiful, each more stunning than the last. They were also knocked unconscious, so they probably didn't have much energy left. Playing with both of them together would definitely be incredibly fun.

"Miss Zhao, thank you for this generous gift. We brothers won't stand on ceremony."

The captain, his mouth already watering, called over a few of his trusted men: "Come on, let's go to the deck; we'll have some meat today."

The ship's deck was opened, and several men climbed down a ladder. A beam of light illuminated the damp and cold underground mezzanine, which was filled with goods and smelled of fish.

Further inside, there was a small space to stand, where Qiao Wan and Shen Yingtang were trapped.

They sheltered Xiao Bao behind them, made a small bed out of a clean board and clothes. None of the three of them ate anything. The child cried for a long time and then fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Yingtang resisted fiercely halfway through, but with her hands and feet bound, a towel stuffed in her mouth, and no water, she had reached her limit.

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, her face was pale, and she remained quiet, still retaining a sliver of strength.

"Hey little girl, are you hungry? Your brothers have brought you some food."

The captain, holding food and water, gestured for his men to untie Shen Yingtang and bent down to place the food on the ground.

Qiao Wan unscrewed the water bottle: "Xiao Tang, drink some water quickly."

She picked up the bread, checked the packaging, found nothing wrong, and then woke up Xiaobao.

"Son, come and have something to eat."

Xiao Bao rubbed his eyes. He usually hates eating this kind of packaged bread. He was so hungry that he grabbed it and ate it.

"Mommy, are we playing a game called 'Knives Out'? What level are we on now? When can we go home?"

Qiao Wan's voice trembled slightly as she fed Xiao Bao water: "As long as you sleep, eat, and conserve your energy, Mommy will definitely take you out."

"Xiao Wan, you should eat something too." Shen Yingtang wolfed down two packets of instant noodles and drank half a bucket of water in one go. She glanced at the lecherous men over there and said, "If I don't eat my fill, how will I have the strength to deal with them?"

Qiao Wan looked over, feeling uneasy under their gazes, then opened the packaging and ate in small bites.

The only goal right now is to survive, gain their trust, and find a way to get on the ship.

"Have you finished eating, little ones?" The captain rubbed his hands together like a fly, approaching step by step with a lewd and greedy smile on his face.

Shen Yingtang's eyes widened, her expression one of utter defiance: "If you dare come any closer, I'll fight you to the death! If I die, I'll become a vengeful ghost haunting this ship, making sure you all suffer a terrible fate!"

Xiao Bao thought these people were playing a role-playing game with him, so he took out the sword Qiao Wan had folded from cardboard and brandished it wildly in the air, shouting, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The captain was taken aback. Having been at sea for so long, he had encountered all sorts of strange things, and he couldn't help but believe in the supernatural and bizarre.

In particular, the instructions from the capital were that people should not be killed.

"Do you want to go up? If you do, then listen to us and have some fun. If you have a good time, we'll let you sleep in the big room, eat buffet, watch TV, and even take a shower."

Qiao Wan stood up and brushed the bread crumbs off her clothes: "Okay, if you want to play, I'll go with you. But there's one condition: with the child here, it's inconvenient downstairs, so you'll have to take me upstairs."

The captain was anxious, staring at Qiao Wan's stunningly beautiful face, and had no time to think.

"Okay, you go up first, the other two stay here."

Qiao Wan's hands were tied, and she was dragged to the deck of the boat.

The salty sea breeze brushed against her face. She glanced around and saw that the harbor was not far away, where ships would surely pass by. She needed to find a way to send out a distress signal and then wait for rescue.

Suddenly, a rescue plane stopped overhead. She looked up and saw the sun rising, warm and inviting. Business was on the horizon.

"Boss, this is bad, we're surrounded!"

The crew pointed to the boats approaching from all directions; these enormous vessels, which only appeared during wartime, were aiming their bowl-sized gun barrels at them.

The experienced captain was so frightened that he wet himself, plopped down on a puddle of his own fluids, and went insane with fright.

Above them, a helicopter dropped a ladder. Qiao Wan raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light as she looked over. The man was holding onto a lifeline with one hand, his crisp trousers billowing in the wind.

He descended like a god, his tall figure glowing with golden light, and came toward her.