Before long, the strange fish woke up again and plunged headfirst into the whirlpool.
The whirlpool then vanished from the sea's surface. It seemed that this time, it would never appear again.
Only then did everyone understand: the first time the strange fish disappeared, the whirlpool had not. That itself had been a hint.
A hint that it would return.
But they had no time to regret it, because all their attention was focused on the person who had just thrown the giant strange fish back into the sea.
He had... apparently already struck a pose.
He gazed out at the sea at a forty-five-degree angle, his medium-length hair fluttering in the wind.
He truly looked like an aloof master standing apart from the world.
Someone could not help but applaud. In an instant, the previously panicked beach turned into a lively sea of excitement.
Even more female tourists boldly looked him up and down.
Every glance was one less they would get.
"Have you posed enough?" As Wenren Sheng enjoyed everyone's attention, a disdainful voice sounded by his ear.
"No. If you don't show off in life, are you supposed to live like a salted fish?" he replied calmly.
"Suit yourself, but there's something strange about this," Wu Shanshan said seriously.
"Who cares? There are plenty of strange things. I'll break them all with force," Wenren Sheng said indifferently.
"Uh, you used to care a lot about methods. All those investigation techniques and reconnaissance principles—you went on and on about them..." Wu Shanshan said helplessly.
She felt like her boyfriend might be getting a little carried away...
"Haha, you probably haven't heard this saying: when you're poor, you use tactical maneuvers; when you're rich, blow the bastards up," Wenren Sheng said smugly.
"Uh, that really doesn't sound like something