"Splash!"
Xue Liangliang leapt like a fish into the water, diving into the lake.
His entering position wasn't the most standard, but it was the most suitable for him.
His legs kicked continuously, and his body immediately sank to the bottom, vanishing without a trace.
No matter how complex the underwater environment was, it could not compare to the dangerous undercurrents deep in the Yangtze River's estuary; no matter how many corpses lay there, they weren't as eerie as the Bai family's ladies sitting at the door of the Bai family town.
This, was professionalism.
Li Zhiyuan lay on the shore, gazing at the starry night sky overhead.
The young man didn't feel very relieved in his heart.
Because this crisis almost drained everyone, including himself, and even Xue Liangliang, who wasn't even considered an official member, participated in the final cleanup.
