If a song could describe Liu Ze's mood right now, it would be one filled with the desolate drifting of snowflakes.
After such a dramatic reversal of fortune, Liu Ze was like a gambler who had lost it all. "Anchor! Anchor! Show yourself, damn it!"
The crimson anchor had only just floated halfway out before retracting on its own.
The only thing Liu Ze could hear was the notification from his Home.
[Your permissions are insufficient. Anchor deployment failed. Please continue to increase your permission level.]
Hearing this cold, mechanical voice, Liu Ze suddenly burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard he almost cried.
"Insufficient permissions... Insufficient permissions... Hahahaha."
'My carefully prepared trump card was nothing but a joke.'
Liu Ze looked around.
A large crowd had now surrounded him, forming a tight circle. They held crossbows and bows at the ready.
"So you're the motherfucker who can swim!"
