Chapter 177: with translation of chapter title

"Damn! How stubborn is he." Zhao Zhiming now wore a frustrated look; after saying that, he turned his gaze to Xiao Hu.

"Why didn't you stop him just now and just let him go down like that?"

Xiao Hu pursed his lips, "Brother Zhao, my brother is definitely fine."

Originally Zhao Zhiming was already annoyed; Ye Cheng was the one he had summoned, and now something had happened, he couldn't avoid responsibility, and now Xiao Hu actually still said he was fine, he instantly flared up and raised his voice, shouting,

"How is this not bad? Look at how it is, and you still say it's fine?"

"Eight minutes have passed? Now you can't even see a ghost; either he was killed by a fish or he drowned himself, and soon you'll be waiting to collect his corpse."

What Zhao Zhiming said was harsh, but nobody objected.

Common sense tells everyone that the situation is just like this, with no solution.

Nobody can stay underwater that long, and moreover fight a sailfish; even if Ye Cheng managed to break free, swimming up would basically be impossible.

The greatest possibility is,

Soon a corpse covered in wounds would float up.

If the situation got any worse, it's quite possible that Ye Cheng's corpse would be eaten by the fish down there.

"Let's call the police, speaking frankly." Lao Wang shook his head and said.

"Is there really no hope?" Xiao Rou found it hard to accept; it was also the first time she had seen someone die before her eyes. Although she didn't have much feeling for Ye Cheng, she still felt awful.

"I'll call the police." Cui Shuran took out her phone, intending to dial the emergency number.

A big hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on him, "Wait a bit longer, there's still time."

Cui Shuran looked at Xiao Hu, "Do you think there's still a chance of survival?"

"Yes, my brother, he…" Xiao Hu scratched his head, not knowing how to explain Ye Cheng's ability to stay underwater for a long time.

After thinking for a while, he came up with a lame excuse: "Well, my brother has been extraordinarily gifted since childhood; he can dive for a long time, and I saw that when we were in the village."

"How long? How long could that be? The world record is only a few minutes." Zhao Zhiming interjected, "Could he even exceed the world record?"

"Definitely, it's just that the world record hasn't found him; I calculated it back in the village—at least twenty minutes." Xiao Hu nodded very firmly.

Xiao Hu was naturally honest and simple; his such confident statement actually left everyone a bit undecided.

"Dad, there are many extraordinary people and events nowadays; maybe Ye Cheng really is extraordinarily gifted." Xiao Rou looked at Lao Wang with an innocent face.

Lao Wang's face showed disbelief; having wandered society for so many years, he had seen all kinds of capable people and all kinds of cheats.

Experience told him that anything exceeding common sense is fake.

People are just people, not gods.

However, looking at his daughter's pure expression, Lao Wang also didn't want to directly shatter her fantasy, so he waved his hand,

"Then let's wait a bit longer."

Time ticked by, and it had already reached twelve minutes; the others were now completely unconcerned, and by this point the outcome was basically settled.

Lao Wang took a cigarette from Zhao Zhiming and lit it.

Xiao Rou glanced at him, and for once she didn't bother her father.

After finishing the cigarette, Lao Wang glanced at his watch, "Fifteen minutes have passed; let's call the police."

Cui Shuran nodded and took out her phone again.

Xiao Hu also felt a bit undecided; he didn't believe Ye Cheng would come to harm, but after so long, not even a single bubble coming up from below was a bit abnormal.

Cui Shuran silently pressed a key on her phone.

Beep, beep, beep.

The phone key's distinctive sound was especially piercing in the quiet atmosphere.

Just as he was about to press the final dialing key,

Xiao Rou suddenly straightened up, pointing at the sea surface and shouting excitedly, "Look, bubbles are coming up, bubbles again!"

Cui Shuran's hand trembled, almost pressing it down, and he turned his head to look at the sea surface.

Only see strings of tiny bubbles rising from the seabed, bursting one by one on the surface.

Normally this situation means something is about to emerge, such as a person.

"Could it be a corpse floating up? Even the fish would disdain him?" Zhao Zhiming said softly.

Xiao Rou gave him a look, "Can't you think of something positive for once?"

Zhao Zhiming spread his hands, "It's been this long already; what do you expect me to think?"

Since there was movement, everyone stood motionless at the boat's edge, staring.

The bubbles grew more and more, indicating that whatever it was was about to surface.

One has to admit, young people have sharp eyes, and it was Xiao Rou who first pointed at the sea surface and shouted,

"It's out, it's out, looks like a fish!"

A long, dark shape slowly rose from below, becoming increasingly clear; it was exactly that sailfish from earlier.

"Alright, it's clear now: the sailfish is alive, so Ye Cheng is dead." Zhao Zhiming sighed.

"No, this sailfish is dead—look, it isn't moving at all." Xiao Rou argued, "Uncle Zhao, your eyesight must be failing."

Zhao Zhiming looked over and indeed, the sailfish's movements were quite stiff, lacking the feel of a speedy athlete.

A sense of miracle welled up in everyone's hearts, and suddenly they felt hopeful.

"There's someone down there, it's my brother." Xiao Hu shouted as well.

When they were still a few meters above the water, the situation below became clearly visible: a person was using a spear to push the sailfish, struggling to swim upward.

However you look at it, it's clearly a living person.

"Really, he's alive, Ye Cheng is still alive!" This rollercoaster of emotions made Xiao Rou jump excitedly on the boat.

Cui Shuran felt a bit dazed, unsure whether she should be happy or regretful.

Seeing Ye Cheng's figure, Xiao Hu, without a word, took off his clothes, stepped onto the boat's edge and jumped straight down, swimming straight toward Ye Cheng.

After a few attempts, he successfully met up with Ye Cheng; Xiao Hu grabbed the sailfish's sword and, bringing Ye Cheng along, went upstream and surfaced.

Ye Cheng also surfaced, greedily gulping fresh air.

The time spent down was too long; even with the system, he still felt a bit fearful psychologically.

This damn thing, after going down, kept pulling him into the deep sea; fortunately, it had already been exhausted earlier and was also impaled by Ye Cheng's spear, so it soon gave out, and Ye Cheng then brought it back up.

"Ye Cheng!" Xiao Rou happily stood on the boat and waved at Ye Cheng.

"Damn! I thought you were dead." Zhao Zhiming quietly wiped his eyes, as if they were a bit wet.

Ye Cheng wiped the seawater off his face, waved at those on the boat, and really had no strength left to speak.

Such a big thing, even though it had buoyancy in the water, hauling it up took tremendous effort.

Cui Shuran threw down a rope from above; Xiao Hu tied up the sailfish in the water, and the people above pulled the sailfish together toward the aft deck.

Ye Cheng, being led by Xiao Hu, also swam toward the aft deck.