Love Unspoken

Walter watched as Landon and Alistair approached from the other side. He chuckled, then turned and ran in the opposite direction, heading towards a crowded area and firing a shot into the sky.

A loud gunshot rang out, causing the surrounding tourists to scatter and scream as they fled.

Alistair caught sight of him and charged forward without hesitation, pulling out a knife from his pocket to avoid accidentally harming any bystanders. Seeing this, Walter smirked and met him head-on.

Once they engaged, Hetastian wouldn't sit back either. All the mercenaries on the ship rushed out, hunting down those pursued by Landon and Alistair.

After reaching the first floor, Landon frowned at the chaotic cabin.

This time, he had no intention of letting Alexander leave. Apart from Alistair, he had other plans in mind.

He smirked and headed towards the deck.

On the deck, the sea breeze howled, almost blowing people away.

Landon raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and made his way to the side of the cruise ship. He opened a lifeboat and jumped in without hesitation.

Once the lifeboat had moved a distance away, he took out a remote control from his pocket, gazing at the massive cruise ship with a hint of malice in his eyes.

His finger hovered over the button for two seconds before decisively pressing it.

A loud explosion erupted from the sea, with flames shimmering in the darkness as the white behemoth of a ship slowly tilted.

The ship echoed with countless cries and screams, deafening in the pitch-black sea.

Alexander had just brought Quinn onto the yacht when he suddenly turned around and saw the cruise ship sparking and crackling, resembling a fireworks display. The cruise ship was slowly sinking. Many people were jumping directly from the ship to escape, and there were quite a few.

"Let's go." Alexander held Quinn close and turned away, addressing the yacht's crew.

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"Yes."

As the crew started the yacht, it suddenly lurched violently before even setting off, pushed far away by a collision.

Alexander turned back and saw Landon's lifeboat colliding with theirs, with Landon already leaping onto the yacht.

Landon said, "Alexander, you're really lucky."

At this moment, Landon was somewhat chaotic. His glasses, which were usually perched on his nose, were nowhere to be found; and his messy hair hung over his forehead.

He briskly walked towards Alexander, with a knife in hand.

Alexander's gaze darkened. "Was it you?"

A bloodthirsty smile played on Landon's lips. "So what if it was? Alexander, with so many people burying you, you should feel honored."

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Hearing this, Landon burst into wild laughter. "You're calling me a madman. Those words suit you better."

"At least the people I've killed are strangers, but you, Alexander?" Landon approached slowly, the knife in his hand reflecting a faint light under the moonlight. "Who were the people you killed? How dare you call me a madman." "We are on the same path, so we are destined not to coexist."

With those words, Landon lunged towards Alexander, brandishing the knife.

Alexander set Quinn down and stood up to block Landon.

Just as Alexander managed to grasp his wrist, Landon kicked out, sending Alexander flying like a kite with its string cut. "You can still fight back even in this state. Alexander, stop struggling."

Alexander crashed into the yacht's metal frame, blood spraying from his mouth.

"I'll send the mute girl to keep you company in hell. You don't need to thank me," Landon declared.