Elder Wu

"Mr. Dawson...don't...don't...kill me..." The bronze-masked man, who could no longer hold on, began to beg Edmund Dawson for mercy. As a result, large mouthfuls of salty and fishy sea water poured into his mouth, making him almost unable to speak. He had no choice but to keep silent. But even if he didn't speak, he couldn't hold on for much longer. He felt his head was already dizzy and one foot had already stepped into the gate of hell. On the freighter, Zhu Yongfeng and his two men were also...