Clang—!
A thunderous crash came from the shore. An Qingyu turned to look and saw a battered fishing boat slammed onto the coast by the raging waves, carrying with it a thick stench of blood.
The rusted deck had long since become a sea of blood. Scarred corpses lay in the pools of blood with their eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
Blade wounds, bite marks, bloody holes pierced by fishing spears... Their injuries varied, but one thing was the same: the savage fury frozen on their faces even in death.
They were the fishermen who had gone out to sea together today.
They had died killing one another.
Just then, a blood-soaked figure clutched a stained short blade and staggered down from the fishing boat.
"Mine... It's all mine... Hehehehe..." The man Chen Gou had previously called Er Zhuzi stumbled forward, muttering to himself like a madman.
Suddenly, he caught sight of Chen Gou kneeling on the ground nearby, along with An Qingyu standing beside him.
He froze for a moment, then tightened his grip on the short blade, his expression becoming vicious once more!
"Die!! Anyone trying to take from me has to die!" He raised his short blade high, abruptly quickened his pace, and charged at An Qingyu like a rabid dog.
An Qingyu frowned as anger rose in his eyes. A sharp scalpel dropped into his palm, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to throw it!
"Qingyu!!"
Jiang Er's voice suddenly came from the Bluetooth speaker at An Qingyu's waist.
An Qingyu's raised wrist trembled. A trace of clarity instantly returned to his eyes. He put away the scalpel with a backhanded motion, sidestepped the crazed Er Zhuzi's slash, and lightly pressed a palm against his chest, sending him flying