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　　Chapter 401: To see if G.o.d will pity you

　　Three minutes later, the smoke dissipated.

　　Xueluo was sitting alone against the side of the s.h.i.+p, alone.

　　A weak woman, a weak woman who was four months pregnant, was just 'abandoned' on this cruise.

　　Xueluo didn't know what He Tun would do to her, but she knew that with Hetun's savage and bloodthirsty nature, she definitely would not treat them well.

　　Hetun sat on the cloth sofa silently ten meters away, habitually fiddling with the purple sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.

　　He did not look at Xueluo; Xueluo only glanced at him briefly, then lowered her head, in order to lessen the feeling of his own existence.

　　In Xueluo's hand, he was still tightly grasping that small tracker that Feng Xinglang had dug out from his biceps.

　　When Feng Xinglang gave it to her, she could vaguely feel that this thing was alive, but now, it didn't have any reaction at all.

　　Xueluo didn't know if this thing was broken, or if it was closed remotely. Or was it out of range of remote control?

　　But Xueluo held onto that little thing tightly. This was probably the only hope she had for living with the little girl in her belly.

　　"Foster father, we've already searched the entire cruise. Feng Xinglang has definitely been saved by Cong Gang."

　　Xing San's report made Hetun slowly open his slightly narrowed eyes. It was as if he was not enraged that Feng Xinglang had been saved. Ye Zichen waved his hand tiredly.

　　The news of Feng Xinglang being saved made Xueluo feel a lot more gratified inwardly.

　　But when he thought about how he and the child in his womb would face the ruthless Hetun alone, Xueluo felt fear and unease in his heart.

　　Xueluo realized that Hetun was injured and his left shoulder was covered in blood, but he refused to let Xing Ba treat his wounds.

　　But, judging from the smooth movements of his arms, it was most likely just a superficial wound; Cong Gang's second strike had hit him, but it did not manage to harm his vitals.

　　"Foster father, the ruffian soldier is less than 20 miles away from us. He should be able to catch up to us within half an hour!

　　Ahead of us, two cruisers were approaching us. "He must have received instructions to stop us from going to the high seas."

　　Hetun had a strange impatience, as though he did not want to listen to Xing San's nagging any longer.