Cheng Ye released his hand and pointed to the back of the pickup, "I have a few methods, give me a hand with this. We'll test them out a few times, and if it doesn't work, we'll head back to the city. As long as it's still here, there'll be more opportunities in the future."
"Alright!"
Jiang Chuan nodded firmly, wasted no more time, and reached out to zip up the opened zipper, fastening each button tightly.
"Try throwing the net again first. Give it all you've got and accelerate like before. If you can trap it even for a second, I'll fire the shot."
"Okay."
Jiang Chuan picked up the remaining fishing net, took a deep breath, and once again assumed a Martial Path stance.
This time, his speed was even faster, but the Fish King had obviously learned its lesson. Before the net could get close, its massive body suddenly sank.
The net fell empty again, catching only a few panicked, fleeing black streaks.
Failure.
