Billy plopped down onto the turtle shell, "Master Fatty is exhausted!"
"You sons of bitches, those piranhas, better be glad you ran fast, otherwise Master Fatty would have chopped you all up to feed the dogs!"
"Fatty, stop complaining, something's not right here!"
Wesley interrupted the fatty, looking around with a guarded expression.
"Ah, what's wrong? The piranhas retreated, isn't that a good thing!" The fatty curled his lip.
"I don't know, I just have a feeling something worse is going to happen. Get Little Eight to swim quickly toward the shore."
However, what they didn't know was that deep at the bottom of the river directly beneath them, a Black Water Python over ten meters long was slowly swimming upward.
It was precisely because the school of piranhas sensed the existence at the bottom of the river that they had quickly scattered and left.
