"In the water!"
The Indian man, pulled up from the water, mumbled drowsily.
His mind was already hazy, but at least he probably wasn't lying.
"That 'Saint' is still in the water?"
Zhao Ziwu thought they had to haul him up quickly. No matter how heroic someone was, staying in the water too long would get him drowned alive. If the Saint's Association lost a Big Shot because of this, even the most reasonable people would fight to the death.
"We may have been tricked! Hong Li, haul them up!"
Li Bai stopped hauling people up himself and snapped his fingers at Little Demoness Hong Li.
The gathering school of fish quickly sprang into action, searching the water for everything in it and pushing it toward the speedboat where Li Bai and the others were. That included human bodies.
Soon, countless fish were pushing large amounts of boat wreckage across the surface, along with the Indians who had been thoroughly disoriented after swallowing river water.
Even if they hadn't swallowed their fill of water, they had taken quite a beating when they were thrown from the speedboat and slammed into the surface. Without the fish supporting them, they might not even have had the strength to swim.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five in total! Jaharlal Choudhury, you bastard! You actually used the cicada's escape by shedding its shell!"
Li Bai hauled the Indians out of the water one by one, taking one in each hand as he pulled them onto the speedboat and turned their faces around to identify them.
One of them, despite looking somewhat disheveled, seemed to be the "Saint" Jaharlal Choudhury of the Saint's Association, judging by both his clothes and appearance. Yet when Li Bai pulled him out of the water, his Glazed Heart saw through