Qin Feng and Hu Yirun had already chased to the riverbank. They didn't care whether the water was bone-chilling or not and dove in headfirst, swimming straight toward Lian Qi, one behind the other.
From Lian Qi's perspective, their faces mid-breath looked hideously grim, like two ferocious crocodiles chasing their prey.
The worst part was, his little folding boat was a pain to row and its speed was even slower than the two of them swimming.
Lian Qi didn't dare look back anymore. He buried his head down and rowed frantically, trying to escape.
If he didn't get first place this time, Wei Lejun would definitely mock him to death when they got back.
"Traitor, stop!"
"Traitor, prepare to die!"
Taking advantage of the moment they surfaced to breathe, Qin Feng and Hu Yirun shouted at Lian Qi, but all they got in return was Lian Qi rowing even harder.
