Another Mishap
One afternoon some days after Si Xi had stirred up a storm of investigations, the weather was clear.
A massive splash suddenly erupted from a lake covering nearly ten thousand square kilometers.
The splash rose over two hundred meters high, its roar shaking the surroundings.
This lake connected to the sea and bordered the fiefs of three noble families. It itself belonged to the government.
The lake was not especially deep, only around one or two hundred meters. Mud churned along the bottom, and two figures could vaguely be seen.
Amid the swirling silt, one of the figures twisted his body and made a hand signal.
The other figure was noticeably slower to react. After pausing in a daze, he finally made the same hand signal.
Then they both flipped their hands and each took out a Space Helmet. They looked at each other again—sure enough, they had thought of the same thing.
After they put on their helmets, high-pressure gas surged out of them, and their features gradually became clear.
Neither was a stranger. One was Qinghu, a Supreme, while the other was Bentley.
Bentley looked utterly bewildered, constantly gesturing. He was clearly asking, "What exactly happened?" Qinghu, meanwhile, wore an expression somewhere between laughter and tears. She seemed to want to look serious, but she simply could not control her expression.
In the end, she made a gesture meaning, "Listen to me."
Bentley took two deep breaths, then removed his Space Helmet and made a string of gestures.
"Hurry, I can't hold on much longer... I got a little injured."
Qinghu decisively released an Escape Pod, then gestured. "Get in!"
Bentley had always been competitive, and his combat strength was not weak either.
But at this moment, he truly had no ability to argue. After all,