These fishing nets were clearly made of special materials; ordinary weapons could not cut through them, and furthermore, the nets were barbed. Once ensnared, the more one struggled, the more grievous the injuries would become.
"Don't move, I'll find a way to rescue you," Yang Ruxin whispered in Gu Qingheng's ear before slipping into the space.
Gu Qingheng's eyes flickered and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
Though the rest of the group found it odd that the young miss had suddenly disappeared, not a single one of them voiced their confusion.
