"My Spear Gun fell into the sea!"
"Mine too! Something stung my finger just now, and I lost my grip!"
"Mine too."
Only then did the fish thieves realize their miserable situation.
All the people who had been stung earlier were the ones carrying Spear Guns.
What made them even more desperate was that because of their mistake,
the Spear Guns—their most lethal weapons—were gone.
The man who had remained calm earlier flashed a trace of fear in his eyes.
But that fearful look vanished in an instant.
"Every man for himself, brothers. Split up and run. Maybe some of us can still get away."
With that, he swam off in one direction without looking back.
At the same time, he gripped the dagger in his hand even tighter.
He claimed not to be afraid, but inwardly, he was starting to panic.
Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?
The three men carrying Spear Guns had all been stung by some unknown creature at the same time?
That was what the man was thinking at that moment.
People said that if you had done nothing wrong, you had no reason to fear ghosts knocking at your door.
But weren't they doing something shameful right now?
So he felt that all the coincidences tonight seemed like heaven was punishing them.
He swore to himself that if he could leave this place alive tonight,
he would never do this kind of dirty business again.
Prompted by the man, the fish thieves scattered and fled.
Meanwhile, Da Bai and the other little ones played with them like cats tormenting mice, chasing this one and frightening that one.
Before long, they had driven the fish thieves into a frantic, disorderly swim.
After Ye Yuan gave the order not to hurt anyone,