Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!
Zhao Yang gulped down several mouthfuls of water before he recovered, looked around under the water, and realized someone was still dragging him by the ankle. He looked down and quickly spotted a man firmly grasping his foot!
Zhao Yang frowned, realizing this was not a drowning person; on the contrary, this bastard was doing it on purpose!
Normally, a drowning person would cling to anything they could and then thrash about wildly. In this swimming pool full of people, someone would soon notice and come to the rescue.
But this person remained calm and composed, deliberately dragging Zhao Yang toward the bottom of the pool.
This was the deep end, with at least 1.8 meters between the bottom and the surface. At this point, Zhao Yang was almost pulled down to the bottom!
Caught off guard, his lungs burned fiercely, as if they were about to explode; he had used up all his air!
The attacker was unhurried, obviously well-prepared!
Dammit, too vicious!
