Fatty grabbed a handful of sand and hurled it at Wu Xie, roaring, "Why didn't your Third Uncle's cold-bloodedness get passed down to you!"
Wu Xie dove back into the ocean, moving stones aside one by one as he frantically searched for Zhang Qiling and the others. Just as he was about to surface for air, a collapsed slab of rock struck him squarely in the back, and seawater rushed into his lungs.
Just as he was losing consciousness, Fatty—who had been worrying about him all along—caught up, grabbed his arm, and pulled him rapidly to the surface, swimming toward a nearby reef.
Chapter 47