Qin Shaojun panicked. He was utterly panicked.
It was one thing that his plan had gone awry, but the crucial part was the terrifyingly strong force pulling on his ankle. It felt as if an elephant were dragging an ant.
That's right. He was the ant.
The terrifying force gripped his ankle like the twin Reapers of the underworld, dragging him relentlessly toward hell. Qin Shaojun was now completely submerged in the lake water. Darkness enveloped everything.
Fear. A fear like never before engulfed Qin Shaojun. He had no idea how much of the stinking water he had swallowed, and the foul taste made him want to vomit.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized what a foolish thing he had done. If there was one thing he should never have done, it was underestimate this filthy beggar's strength. If he could turn back time, he would never provoke the man again. But it was too late for regrets.
