Pieces of raw flesh floated on the ocean surface, emitting an extremely pungent smell, moving far away like bait carried by the waves.
Initially, Jiang Che could still kick his legs in the water to maintain his balance.
However, after a while, his strength gradually depleted, he couldn't kick anymore. After the yacht stopped, he carelessly gulped down several mouthfuls of salty fishy seawater.
Through the haze, it seemed like there was another sort of wave sound approaching in the distance.
Yu Chiyin stood on the stern, his vantage point allowing him to see farther and with greater clarity.
"Uncle, gurgle..." Just as Jiang Che began another plea for mercy, the swimming sounds grew closer.
By that time, even Jiang Che's foggy mind started to sense something was amiss.
"It's here. Jiang Che, I declare, tonight's game officially begins!"
On the desolate sea surface, the man's voice brimming with coldness suddenly magnified several times, echoing eerily.
