Chapter 695: His Little Thoughts

The Thirteen Bay docks in the Imperial Capital was bustling tonight.

Waves of forces arrived one after another, with police raids in between.

And on the vast sea, that luxury yacht was surrounded by speedboats.

Qiao Xi went in and out a few times midway, also feeding Zhong Yi some water.

She didn't dare to slack off, checking Zhong Yi's pulse every few minutes. She could feel his body becoming increasingly weak, and the most deadly thing was he was running a fever.

Qiao Xi's hands and feet were cold.

There were constant noises on the deck outside, and finally, Old Chen had locked the hall door, warning her not to come out.

Qiao Xi looked at the scene outside the glass window, feeling a tense standoff.

She didn't know how much longer they could hold out.

She clutched a long needle in her hand, vigilantly guarding Zhong Yi's side.

Outside, Wan Jiang and Old Chen were under great pressure, with continuous sounds of fighting.