Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Does Mr. Gu Really Intend to Stand by and Do Nothing?

"Mr. Gu... Mr. Gu, help, help me! I don’t want to die..."

Hearing Miyata Ichiro’s words, the vice president kneeling on the ground trembled uncontrollably, his face pale as he raised his head, pleading with Gu Moqian for help.

"I-I don’t want to die either... Mr. Gu, you must save us, I beg you!" Another chamber leader beside him quickly chimed in, equally stricken with terror.

Qiu Yi glanced at Gu Moqian. Though his face was pale, he didn’t stoop to begging for mercy.

He understood that Gu Moqian was in a difficult position, and given their friendship, he couldn’t force him into anything.

Gu Moqian’s expression grew colder, an icy frost enveloping his face, and his aura made it impossible to approach him.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, a tall shadow clambered swiftly upwards along a rope dangling from the edge of the top deck.

The shadow moved to the ceiling above Miyata Ichiro’s room, leaned forward to peer down for a moment, then quickly retreated back along the same route into the room.

"Boss Zi, I just tested it. Pressing feet against the metal hull makes noise. We need to find the lightest person the rope can bear to move closer to the window."

The lightest person?

room was full of burly black-clad guards, so the only one who might qualify

this, Ji Wei stepped forward without hesitation and

a surprised glance but, seeing the determined look in her eyes, said no more and signaled the black-clad guards to secure her

leapt onto the window ledge, Zimei suddenly

"Yes."

outside Mr. Gu’s room, you only need to fire a few random shots inside. Accuracy doesn’t

"Understood..."

Ji Wei nodded firmly.

inwardly nervous, having never fired a gun in real combat, she was willing

pulled up to the cruise ship’s top deck by the black-clad guards who

fierce, whipping Ji Wei’s ponytail against her face

carefully moved to the spot above Gu Moqian’s room. Taking a deep breath, she gestured "OK" to

faint noises. Nonetheless, Ji Wei stayed alert, inching downward bit by bit, until she finally

the beam of a flashlight illuminated Miyata Ichiro’s

to yield infuriated him. Desperately, he began counting down in a sharp voice: "...Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven... Half a minute