Everyone rushed forward in a frenzy.
Below the towering hundred-meter cliff, the waves surged like an abyss ready to devour everything. The instant someone fell, not a trace was seen.
Waylon Lewis felt a buzzing in his ears, his blood seemed to freeze within his veins.
Without hesitation, he was about to jump down. Beside him, Alitzel Williams grasped his waist and shouted.
"No, Waylon, you can't jump, it's too dangerous. You'll die if you go, Mom won't allow you to take the risk."
Alitzel held onto Waylon's waist tightly.
Thomas Hughes also stepped forward, grasping Waylon firmly, "Boss, it's too dangerous, you can't go. I'll prepare a boat immediately."
Waylon's eyes were bloodshot, his entire aura was terrifying.
At this moment, he could hear nothing.
He only knew that Hope Williams had fallen.
It was dangerous down there, everyone knew it was a death sentence.
And Hope couldn't swim.
"Let go!"
