"Trying to run away?"
The middle-aged man sneered and swung his right arm.
His right arm spun like a windmill, then he abruptly flung it forward.
Under the action of centrifugal force, the middle-aged man's arm kept extending forward, stretching out until it turned into a thin fishing rod.
The fleshy fishing line caught up with Liu Zheng, and the bony fish hook pierced his spine.
Liu Zheng was terrified and struggled furiously to break free.
But the hair-thin fishing line was exceptionally tough, impossible to break.
He immediately squeezed the boning knife between his forehooves and chopped down at the fishing line.
However, the boning knife, usually so reliable, could not make even the slightest impact on the fishing line this time.
The middle-aged man pulled back, and Liu Zheng immediately flew up, crashing down in front of him.
"Run, why aren't you running now?"
The middle-aged man said disdainfully.
"Uh..."
He felt this dialogue was somewhat familiar.
