The photographer shook his head, "I just happened to hear Director Li talking on the phone about switching islands or something like that in the rest room that day. I had no idea who he was talking to, and who would have thought that going to the previous island would be life-threatening?"
Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows, "I will get to the bottom of this."
He looked at his assistant, "Fire the signal flare. We haven't gone far, so it shouldn't take the rescue team too long to arrive."
"Okay." The young assistant quickly took a signal flare out of the bag and fired it.
During their conversation, three loud booms echoed in the sky as three signal flares ascended.
Fu Shiyan gazed at the red smoke in the sky, discerning the direction, with no signal flares coming from the north.
His heart sank suddenly, filled with unease.
He felt like they were trapped in a predatory game on the island, and they were the prey, waiting to be cornered and slaughtered.