Bodyguards were heavily guarded and guarded all entrances and exits of the cabin.

The nurses and doctors were very busy performing operations, all with serious faces and solemn expressions.

Meng Chen's assistant was waiting anxiously. He couldn't do anything to help, so he could only wait.

Time passed by minute by minute.

A quarter of an hour after Meng Chen jumped into the river, police officers arrived at the center of the river.

Most of Qin Shien's people knew how to swim. After Qin Shien fell into the water, he was quickly rescued by his group of dead soldiers.

However, Qin Shien had nowhere to go and could only be taken away by the police.

Fang Lan was seriously injured, and because she couldn't swim, she disappeared without a trace.

The river was fast and there were blood stains floating on the water.

But because of the water flow and rain, these blood stains quickly dispersed and left no trace.

Assistant Meng Chen anxiously walked around the cabin, sometimes looking at the rain outside, sometimes looking at the lamp above his head.

News kept coming, but none of it was about Josnian and Meng Chen.

The river was so dark that no one could be seen at all.

The assistant knew that Meng Chen could no longer be allowed to search like this. It had already been a quarter of an hour. If he continued swimming, he would definitely be exhausted!

He quickly ordered several bodyguards: "Go find Mr. Meng and bring him back."

"yes."

Time passed by minute by second, and it was already half past three in the morning.

The quietest, coldest, and most terrifying time of the day.

Today is the Qingming Festival, and the atmosphere is particularly uneasy and panicky.

Five minutes later, Meng Chen got on the boat panting, covered in water, and very exhausted.

Without waiting for anyone to ask questions, Meng Chen sat on the edge of the boat. He suddenly lowered his head and inserted his fingers into his short hair in pain, with tears streaming down his face.

The painful feeling spread throughout the body, and there was unbearable pain throughout the limbs.

He failed to find Josnian.

The water in the middle of the river was faster than he imagined. If a person didn't have a life jacket as soon as he got in, he would be swept far away by the turbulence and whirlpool.

The turbulence in the center of the river is a terrifying existence, like a black hole with no bottom.

Meng Chen's assistant stood aside, at a loss.

In his eyes, Meng Chen was calm, restrained, taciturn, efficient, and upright, but this was the first time he saw such a helpless Meng Chen.

He could realize that Meng Chen was crying.

When a man cries... it means that something in his heart is on the verge of despair.

His heart skipped a beat.

Meng Chen just sat on the edge of the boat, with the cold wind blowing directly on him.

No one dared to ask, so Meng Chen just sat there.

The cold wind howled, and it was pitch black in the distance.

In this way, Meng Chen sat quietly like a sculpture, motionless.

In other words, he has forgotten what to do.

Josnian's face flashed before his eyes.

They have a very good relationship. Although they fought and got physical when they were young, their friendship of more than 20 years has long been inseparable.

This feeling is very deep, like a mountain or a sea.

But this time, he was afraid that he would lose Josnian forever.

He couldn't imagine the high-spirited Josnian dying...

"No..." Meng Chen rubbed his temples hard, unable to think anymore, not daring to think anymore.

It's okay, it will be okay.

Ye Jiaqi is still alive, how could he die?

The assistant stepped forward cautiously and handed Meng Chen a cigarette. He felt that Meng Chen needed this.

Meng Chen reached out and took it, his voice hoarse and tired: "Thank you..."
Chapter completed!