Chapter 463

Lu Ao had never imagined the seawater could be so red. This red did not look as though it had been stained by blood at all; it looked more like someone had poured heaps of paint into the water while painting.

Maybe even pouring in paint would not make it so absurdly red. After all, paint cost money, and people would use it sparingly. Sharks, however, were born and raised by nature; once hauled up, they were killed without a second thought, their flesh and blood becoming trash despised by poachers.

The process was too cruel. Even though Lu Ao was a fisherman himself and had caught plenty of fish of all sizes, he still found it hard to accept what he was seeing.

His eyes reddened slightly in that instant, and killing intent flashed through them.

The other members of the fleet were shocked and furious as well. None of them could imagine that someone would truly slaughter sharks on such a massive scale in international waters.

One of the more hot-tempered captains in the fleet could no longer hold back. He drove his boat closer and shouted at them, "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

The poachers had noticed them long ago, but they had not cared. Only after hearing the shout did someone turn around.

The hot-tempered captain from Lu Ao's fleet yelled, "You can't catch sharks like this! You're violating international conventions!"

Under international conventions, humans were not allowed to catch sharks on such a large scale. Even those permitted to catch sharks needed quotas, and the fleet opposite them had definitely exceeded theirs!

As they shouted from this side, someone soon emerged from the opposing fleet.

It was a tall blond man. He glanced at them and stiffly warned them in clumsy Chinese, "This