The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits

The panic-stricken men and women, upon seeing the arrival of Li Yiyang and the others, suddenly seemed reassured, calming down slightly.

A few girls who had been terrified were forced by the stern looks of their male companions to calm down, though they still trembled uncontrollably, revealing their fear.

After everyone in the pool had run away, the entire pool came into clear view.

Apart from the floating swim rings and inflatables on the water, the most conspicuous was the man floating in a sprawled position, face down, in the water.

Sun Yacheng frowned, walked directly to the edge of the pool, and took a closer look from the poolside.

He loudly asked, "Who discovered he was dead just now?"

"It was me." A woman with a face full of grief, mixed with fear and intense hatred, raised her hand.

This woman seemed to have regained some composure. Before Sun Yacheng could continue questioning her, she jumped into the water with a splash and swam toward the already deceased He Yangning, using all her strength to drag the corpse back to the shore.

"Brother..." He Xiling cried out mournfully, tears blurring her vision.

The surrounding people remained silent, quietly watching He Xiling's actions.

He Xiling wiped her tears away with one swift motion and suddenly turned her head to look at everyone present, a venomous, chilling gaze sweeping over them, making one feel intimidated.

"Who was it? Who killed my brother? I will not let them go."

Su Li suddenly interjected, "Call the police."

"No." Li Yiyang quickly replied. Meeting Su Li's confused look, he frowned and averted his gaze, looking at He Xiling kneeling next to He Yangning's body instead, "Turn Yangning over. How did he die? How did you realize something was wrong with him?"

The sense of discord in Su Li's heart intensified somewhat.

A murder had taken place on the ship, yet Li Yiyang's first reaction was not to report it, seemingly intending to handle it himself.

Handle what, exactly? Or perhaps...

With the exception of Su Li, the others seemed to want to say something about Li Yiyang's approach yet strangely offered no objections.

Su Li tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to Mi Tianyu, and placed his palm on her back, gently patting her.

He softly said, "A murder happened, are you quite scared too?"

Mi Tianyu's face was deathly pale from fright, her beautiful features taking on an added touch of vulnerability.

Su Li noticed Lou Shaoliang's eyes unintentionally glancing at Mi Tianyu several times.

The depth in the man's eyes was something Su Li understood clearly.

And Mi Tianyu seemed to comprehend it too, her deathly pale face slowly turning a shade of blush. The areas behind her ears also turned a faint pink.

Su Li: "...." In this kind of situation, someone still letting lust take the lead, their mental resilience is indeed quite something.

Su Li didn't forget his purpose and tentatively complained, "I don't know what Yiyang is thinking. Calling the police early on would be good for everyone, wouldn't it?"

"There really is a dead body, you know...."

Suddenly as if recalling something, Su Li continued, "It is strange, though, how did Yang Ning's sister conclude that Yang Ning was murdered and not an accident?"

"If it was murder, the murderer is among us people here, isn't it really better to report it?"

Su Li's words made Mi Tianyu go pale again.

Her lips parted several times, but ultimately she pressed them into a thin line, lowered her head, only saying, "Mr. Li and Mr. Lu will handle it."

In the midst of Su Li and Mi Tianyu's low conversation, several blood-curdling screams broke out, causing Su Li to look up.

The screaming men and women widened their eyes, retreating continuously as if they'd seen an extremely horrifying scene.

He Xiling, who had been keeping watch by He Yangning's body, was also terrified and fell back onto the ground.

Earlier the corpse had been floating face down in the pool, and when dragged ashore by He Xiling, was still prone, so no one had noticed the deceased's final appearance.

It was until Li Yiyang asked He Xiling to turn him over that He Yangning's visage was revealed to everyone.

Horrifying beyond words!

His face was twisted and deformed, one eye a bloody hole with the eyeball missing, the other eye wide open, unable to rest in peace.

And though there seemed to be no other external injuries on his body, when He Xiling turned him over, a piece of almost melted ice slipped out from the waistband of his pants.

Soon, Su Li and the others understood why He Yangning's expression was so gruesome.

Without the blockage, a pool of bloody water, mixed with shredded viscera, flowed from his lower body.

He died from the excruciating pain.

Even in a conscious state, enduring inhuman agony until the entire body could not bear it, leading to death.

Of course, these were all merely Su Li's guesses.

Some with weaker mental endurance, smelling the stench and strong scent of blood permeating the air, immediately bent over retching.

A few frail girls directly fainted, flipping their eyelids.

Yet at this moment, nobody bothered cherishing them, letting them fall to the ground, lying askew on the cold floor, with not a single person showing the desire to help them up.

At this moment, Mu Yonghua, who had not spoken, stepped forward with a face ashen, disregarding the filth beneath He Yangning, and yanked open He Yangning's waistband, exposing the wound to everyone's eyes.

In such circumstances, it was completely ruled out that He Yangning died accidentally. Evidently, there was significant enmity between the murderer and him, otherwise, it's unimaginable someone would do such to him.

He Xiling began to go mad, screaming "ah ah ah."

Her grief-stricken yet fierce gaze swept over Su Li and others one by one, then shifted away as if confirming who the murderer was.

Then, He Xiling's gaze locked onto a petite and frail girl, not moving anymore.

She pounced like a furious bull, heading straight for that petite girl, landing four or five slaps in succession with the trend to continue.

With each slap, she used every bit of her strength, knocking out one of the girl's teeth and swelling her entire head up like an inflated balloon.

"It's you, isn't it? It must be you who killed my brother."

"You bitch, you always held a grudge against my brother, didn't you... You hated him for bringing you onto this ship, so you took the opportunity to kill him...."

Seeing He Xiling about to lose all grip on rationality and about to say something when Sun Yacheng's untimely voice cut in, "Enough, stop going mad here."

Sun Yacheng directly pulled He Xiling away, landing a fierce slap on her, coldly saying, "It's time to calm down."

He Xiling, with swollen red eyes, shouted loudly, "My brother died, he died...."

Sun Yacheng disdainfully wiped the hand he slapped He Xiling with on his pant leg, an act that nearly drove He Xiling mad again.

Yet just almost, ultimately she didn't, as she forcibly calmed herself under Sun Yacheng's icy gaze.

It's just that her gaze toward the girl was still filled with intense malice.