Chapter 1117 Too Carried Away

• At precisely eight o'clock, the export cargo had been meticulously loaded and secured. The freighter resonated with the sonorous blast of its horn, signaling its readiness to set sail.
• Amid the inky darkness of the cargo hold, Asher remained hidden, his instincts telling him that the ship had silently begun its voyage. Within the hold, the dangling ropes danced rhythmically, swaying to the ship's motion.
• In a moment of elation, he exclaimed with excitement, “D*mn. I've been skulking about, like a rat darting across a busy street. At last, I can bid farewell to this godforsaken place!”