CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 324: A LIFE-OR-DEATH CHOICE

On this side of the cruise, Summer Monroe stared at the two wires and explained what Rona Ross had said in the simplest terms.

Damian Knight’s expression immediately became more serious: "I don’t know much about him, he hides very deeply... but I remember, when his people were chasing me at sea, I heard that guy’s voice. He once insulted me as ’a black stinking rat’. I think he might hate black."

Summer Monroe immediately placed the dagger under the black wire, clamping the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she spoke: "Then I’ll cut the black one..."

Cold sweat rarely appeared on Damian Knight’s forehead as he anxiously paced back and forth, saying: "Wait a minute! How much time do you have left?"

On the other side, Summer Monroe glanced at the countdown and said: "Fifteen seconds."

"Let me think again, think again..."

If you listen carefully, you’ll notice that Damian Knight’s voice trembles slightly as he speaks.

He was very nervous.

He had never been this nervous in his life.

A few seconds later, Damian Knight gritted his teeth and said: "Don’t cut it! Summer, run! Jump off the ship! I’m not sure!"

At this moment, Damian Knight felt deep fear, frustration, and resentment.

He hated himself for not catching that cockroach behind the scenes in advance, hated himself for not understanding the opponent enough, which led Summer into this danger.

He couldn’t gamble with Summer’s life based on his scant knowledge of the opponent.

He didn’t dare to gamble!

Damian Knight gripped the phone tightly, his voice trembling as he said: "Summer, ignore those people! Run! I can’t let you die because of me! We can’t gamble!"

Summer Monroe gave a bitter smile and said: "Damian Knight, if I escape today, for countless days and nights in the future, I will live in guilt and pain, with my conscience struggling in torment every day."

"Don’t think about those things, only living gives hope!" Damian Knight added rapidly: "If not for yourself, think of your mom. If you die, how will you find the truth for her? Didn’t you tell me? Besides Henry Stanton and Stella Monroe, there might be a mastermind behind the scenes too..."

"But if I just run away, how am I any different from Henry Stanton and the others? I would become a murderer like them..."

Summer Monroe said this as she moved the phone away, switched to speaker mode, and said: "Damian Knight, I’m going to cut it."

"No! Summer, don’t cut it!!!"

Damian Knight almost shouted out these words.

His eyes were bloodshot, his entire body exuded a murderous aura, surrounded by a black mist that made it impossible for people to look directly at him.

On the cruise ship.

Summer Monroe gave a bitter smile, looking at the countdown with only eight seconds remaining and said: "Damian Knight, meeting you is the biggest luck for me in returning to my country. I actually... quite like you as a person. If I can still be alive, maybe we can be friends for a lifetime."

Damian Knight shouted: "Summer! No! Don’t!"

He hated himself to death, hated himself for getting close to Summer Monroe and bringing danger to her.

He hated his own uselessness.

He hated why he had to come abroad at this time.

Summer Monroe took a deep breath, placing the blade in the middle of the folded black wire and just as she was about to apply force, she heard Damian Knight shout from the other end of the phone: "Summer! Don’t cut the black wire! Cut the white wire!"

Summer Monroe’s hand paused, hesitating to ask: "What happened?"

"That guy is an extremely self-repressive pervert, his mind probably doesn’t work like a normal person’s. If you really have to gamble... cut the white wire!"

Summer Monroe’s palm tightened, releasing the black wire and moving towards the white wire to cut...