As the sharks closed in, everyone was on edge. They held in their urge to shout with tear-filled eyes. Some of them even forgot to breathe.
The eight fins looked like a grim reaper's scythe, cutting through the surface of the sea as it approached them.
Right then, Ye Lingchen silently raised his oars. It parted the water on the surface, causing his kayak to zoom forward at a high speed without making a sound.
He was extremely quick. By the time everyone realized it, he was already over a hundred meters away and still going.
The group's pupils shrunk immediately, their faces turned ashen.
'He...ran away?!'
'T-t-this…'
All of them went from disbelief to anger, despair, then finally gave up altogether. In their hearts, countless curses were hurled at Ye Lingchen.
Between them, Ye Lingchen was the best at rowing and was capable of escaping on his own. They did not expect him to really ditch them and paddle away like that.
