The parachute cord Liu Zhizhong had was world-class, top material, and indeed difficult to cut through.
Ruan Yu was sweating profusely from exhaustion, feeling more tired than fishing, but finally managed to cut through the rope.
Liu Zhizhong fell on Weng Xingban like a corpse.
Fortunately, Weng Xingban, from years of fishing and hunting, and doing farm work, though shorter, was still strong and muscular, exuding a sense of power.
Of course, Weng Xingban's height, among the men in this subtropical rainforest area, wasn't really considered short.
He hugged Liu Zhizhong, feeling the weight!
There was no choice; Liu Zhizhong was naturally a strong man, standing at one meter eighty, with a muscular build of one hundred and sixty. At this moment, weakened, he was like a corpse pressing down on Weng Xingban, which was a bit unbearable for him.
