Chapter 447

Seeing Chen Jinhai silent, the angry crowd shoved him aside and then rushed toward Chen Jinfa.

Chen Jinfa looked in terror at the crowd before him, "Damn, so many people, they want to beat someone to death."

The first person, also a petty thug from the Chen Family, threw a punch straight at his face.

Damn.

Chen Jinfa cursed, dodged the blow—this straight punch to the face was his own teaching; did he think I couldn't dodge?

But he taught one-on-one; now it's dozens against one.

Just after dodging a punch, he felt a sudden pain in his waist, "Damn" he yelled, not knowing who had kicked his waist.

He staggered back, and immediately a heavy punch smashed his nose bridge.

Ah—

Chen Jinfa let out an anguished cry, feeling his nose bridge bone about to break.

As a seasoned thug, a veteran of village brawls with the double-flower red staff, he now only wanted to rush out.

He ducked, dodged a punch, then grabbed the person in front of him and rushed outward.

As long as he could break through a gap, there would be a chance.

But he was overthinking it, or maybe he'd watched too much TV.

He hadn't even rushed yet when a big foot kicked hard at his thigh, his legs gave way and his body slumped sideways.

Immediately after, fists rained down on him like rain, making him scream incessantly.

This old thug never imagined he'd be knocked down by the Chen Family.

He couldn't withstand more than a few blows; Chen Jinfa was knocked to the ground and then kicked like a dog.

Beat this dog-thing to death!

Beat this dog-thing to death!

A heartless thing.

Chen Jinfa now had no thought of resistance; he could only clench his head tightly and emit waves of anguished cries.

Ah, stop hitting, I was wrong, I was wrong.

Please, stop hitting me!

Ah—my waist.

Ouch—

The space to beat a person is limited; the first wave of attackers was quickly pulled away.

Make way, we haven't even gotten a hit in yet, damn.

Let those who are done move aside, give me a kick.

Lao Xing watched from outside, his blood boiling; he felt this was something he had spearheaded, how could he not join in?

So he also squeezed in, at least extending a foot to kick Chen Jinfa's already relatively still body.

Pah! Trying to extort money!

Chen Jinfa was motionless; no one could withstand those hundreds of punches and kicks.

Why isn't he moving? Could he be dead?

Finally someone noticed something was wrong, and everyone stopped.

"Definitely faking it—this guy's usually the toughest, yet a few hits and he's down; who'd believe that?" saying that, the person went up and kicked him too.

However, Chen Jinfa didn't even cry out; his body twitched once, and he had lost consciousness.

Now nobody dared to move, hastily stepping back two paces.

Seeing this, Chen Jinhai panicked, "Could he really be dead?"

He stepped forward, crouched, and placed his hand before Chen Jinfa's nose, only then breathing a sigh of relief.

He's still breathing, he's still breathing.

Quickly disperse, then fetch water—first revive him, then talk.

Also, you few youngsters, hurry to the village to call a doctor, see if there's any problem; if something happens, none of us can escape.

Upon Chen Jinhai's words, the Chen Family finally sprang into action—some lifted the person, some opened doors, some called for help.

The group that had been fighting the fiercest also grew a little afraid and scattered in a swarm.

Ye Cheng whistled cheerfully, thinking of the inhuman treatment Chen Jinfa would suffer today made him happy.

Let you mess with my boat, damn it, I won't let you die.

"A Cheng, we're here." Duan Chunsheng shouted, pulling him back from his smug thoughts.

Ye Cheng glanced at the sea surface; the floats he'd dropped yesterday afternoon still covered a large area.

Uncle, which should we handle first?

Let's set up the fish trap first; once ready we can lower it again, saving space.

Follow Duan Chunsheng's lead.

Ye Cheng reduced the boat's speed, steered toward the fish trap, and once close, he stopped the boat.

Then Xiao Hu grabbed a hook and began snagging the floats.

Originally it should be pulled up by hand, but with a winch, Ye Cheng attached a rope segment to the winch, flipped the switch, and the first fish trap was hauled up.

Judging by weight, this fish trap's haul wasn't much; Xiao Hu upturned the trap, spilling its contents onto the deck—still a fair amount, just a bit mixed—so the three each grabbed a small stool and began sorting.

There weren't many fish; Ye Cheng picked out two Stone Nine Elders and two small sea eels, which he tossed back into the sea.

Xiao Hu raked around and happily found several pairs of shrimp, not small in size.

Brother, look at my luck.

Alright, hurry and release them; if they die later, you'll be answerable.

"Ah, brother, look, there are also flower snails." Xiao Hu again pulled out five or six flower snails from inside.

"Let me see." Duan Chunsheng took it over to look, then shook his head and said,

"This isn't a flower snail, it's an east wind snail."

Actually, flower snails are also east wind snails; they are called square-pattern east wind snails.

Xiao Hu picked out these few; the whorls have deep grooves, called deep-groove east wind snail, cheaper than flower snail, and can sell for over 20 per jin.

Besides the east wind snails, Ye Cheng picked out over twenty fragrant snails from inside, which are also a nice little seafood.

This trap, the three of them finished sorting in less than ten minutes.

In total, they caught two Stone Nine Elders, over two jin of east wind snails and three jin of fragrant snails, over one jin of tiger prawns, plus some incidental octopus—not bad.

The rest, either not worth much or too small, were all thrown back into the sea by the three.

Overall, the harvest was all right, just lacking the previous feeling of a bursting net.

The second fish trap was also quickly pulled up; when dumped out, Xiao Hu, sharp-eyed and quick-handed, picked up two blackish things from the ground.

"Brother, there's also sea cucumber."

Ye Cheng looked—indeed, two very plump sea cucumbers—but now, held in his hand, they began to violently expel their internal organs.

"A Cheng, your fish trap bait is great—you even have such big sea cucumbers." Duan Chunsheng looked envious.

"Usually, having a few tiger prawns is already good."

"Uncle, this is my secret recipe—of course it's strong."

Ye Cheng said, prying open the nail snail under his feet, he dragged out a tongue sole fish; this isn't very valuable, but can still fetch some money.

Besides these, the trap held plenty of shrimp—no tiger prawns, but lots of pond shrimp and white shrimp.

Pond shrimp is considered one of the most famous shrimp varieties nowadays; mainly its farming method uses the pond embankment method—using dikes to enclose reclaimed areas for farming—hence the name; actually it's not a single shrimp species, any shrimp farmed this way can be called pond shrimp.