Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Blake weaved through the crowd quickly, and saw a head bobbing about the water.

Even more strangely, there were two girls sobbing their hearts out. Both of them were drenched.

He had heard that there had been two girls who had fallen into the water. Had they been rescued already.

A middle aged woman shouted, “Give me back my daughter! My poor daughter!”

She panicked as she spoke, insisting on getting into the water.

Blake pulled her out of the way at once. “Don’t you go in there!”

The lady refused to listen, insisting on going in. “My daughter, please save my daughter!”

But, there were a few old uncles and aunties shouting by the shore, “No, it’s a man… there’s a man too!”

So was it a man or a woman?

The middle-aged woman shoved Blake away, and was promptly yanked back.

He asked sternly, “Can you swim?”

The lady shook her head.

Blake said, “Don’t go in there. Wait here for me. Got it?”

Upon speaking, he jumped into the water. There was a life at stake here, and time waited for no one.

Blake rowed in the direction of the floating head.

Only for the middle-aged lady by the shore to jump in anyways. The water’s edge was shallow but got deeper as it went further into the center. She walked along the edge, shouting, “My daughter, save my daughter!”

Before she could finish, she lost her footing and slipped and fell into the river!

The lady cried out in panic, struggling and flailing her limbs.

“Help…”

Blake was nothing but annoyed. He’d told her not to come in, she didn’t know how to swim— and she’d done it anyway.

He stared at the head in the middle of the river. It had stopped moving.

was closer, only

in the middle of the water, the lady might be dead by that time. The person in the middle of the

to survive. One would usually prioritize that

raising the woman and hauling her to the shore, before swimming off into the

into the mud by the river, crying out once before she was yanked ashore by the people nearby. Her cries could

match Blake’s speed, and had only reached the

looked to the shore,

She ran

out at this. “Lilly, don’t

Grandma! I

she

not know what to do. She herself could not go down, that would only add

wheelchair up half a meter. There were too many people by

retreated to a safe spot, flagging down a passer-by to

legs were, and reached the shore in no time. She did not act rashly, and merely cupped her hands by her mouth to shout,

over, hoisting her up. “Don’t go

himself rowing. He had reached the middle of the river, and reached out

fingers closed around the person’s clothing, all Blake could feel was a sticky, slippery

slimy, like algae had begun to grow

It was a man.

got a shock. Just then, he felt something wrapping around his ankles and pulling him into the

“What?”

trick

his feet free,

would have been scared witless coming face to face with a corpse, but

water was to grab their

vigorously. He had undergone underwater

like he was kicking against something round and soft— because he had lost his footing after stomping down, the

time to think about what was underwater. He grabbed the male

its pursuit,

This underwater force

go of the corpse, pushing it hard towards the shore. Whether the corpse made it or not was

was far more

doing this, he was able to swim

that was underwater had now caught both of his ankles. Blake was no longer dragged backwards, but

like the

mind raced. If he didn’t panic, he might just be able to hold off this underwater force until the authorities

dealing with, and if it might explode with energy