Liu Yao was not good at swimming. In his panic, Yang Fei grabbed his left hand.
He felt relieved and looked up at Yang Fei.
Under the sunlight, Yang Fei's face was sincere, without the triumph or arrogance that comes after a victory.
He smiled slightly, "Head Liu, got you."
After saying this, Yang Fei gave a strong toss, and Liu Yao's body floated lightly into the air.
Liu Yao grasped a crane's iron cable and was hoisted high into the air.
Then, he let go of the cable, jumped down, and landed precisely on the crane's cab.
Yang Fei released the cable, using its swinging force to propel himself into the air.
When he landed, he was standing right next to Liu Yao.
In this fight, Liu Yao admitted defeat and cupped his hands in respect towards Yang Fei.
"Thank you, Alliance Hierarch, for your mercy. I, Liu Yao, am truly convinced."
Yang Fei smiled slightly and returned the salute with cupped hands.
"Head Liu's skill is profound, I am also highly impressed."
