Yan Chu rushed into the restroom, bent over and frantically dug his fingers into his throat, violently retching as if wanting to expel all the things that had happened.
His arms propped against the sink, he coughed and gasped deeply, his face a mix of pale and green, suddenly recalling something, he turned around and staggered back to the room, inserting the disc into the player.
The large TV screen flickered, but instead of the cruise surveillance footage, there was just a long, lingering black screen.
Yan Chu slightly widened his eyes, realizing there was an issue, he quickly fast-forwarded with the remote control, after the black screen, the final segment actually was… Luo Qiangwei had returned to the room and saw the complete surveillance video on the cruise!
With a loud bang, the TV was smashed down, glass shards scattered all over the floor, Yan Chu knelt down with a ghastly pale face, his hands propped on the ground, palms cut and bleeding fresh red blood.
