Chapter 424: A Blunder at Sea

Azure high seas, the sunlight glaring.

Luxury yacht Sea Wind Ship was cutting through waves, drawing Along white wake on the sea. Lao Ba held a binocular at the stern, keeping watch, and the two fishing trawlers tailing behind also sped up.

This made Lao Ba unusually excited.

Before, when he served in the special forces, although he had carried out countless dangerous patrols and assault missions, they were all in the deep mountains and old forests of the southwest border, and he had never played out on the open sea.

However, this excitement mainly came from novelty.

He did not aspire to the daily life of the navy.

The navy's daily training focuses on three-dimensional combat capability, including underwater infiltration, helicopter fast-rope, amphibious armored vehicle operation, and other special subjects.

While the army focuses on combat skills, with tactical coordination and physical training as the core.

In comparison, he preferred the army's daily routine.

His rugged, durable muscles, along with his tenacious mental fortitude and fighting skills, were honed in a certain army unit before.

Later he was selected into the special forces, where he once earned a personal second-class merit.

Mainly because he has a hard life.

That time he infiltrated dangerous territory alone, successfully completed the beheading mission, and didn't die despite two bullet wounds. If he had sacrificed himself in the deep mountains and old forests of the border that time, the plaque sent to his home would have been for a first-class merit.

Zhengtong Capital Security Department now has over two hundred members after expansion.

Every enlisted bodyguard was personally selected by Xie Xiaofeng from retired elites, each of whom more or less had achieved something to be proud of.

But without exception, they all held Lao Ba in awe.

The reason is simple: Lao Ba's speed and strength exceed their comprehension.

In their private words, Lao Ba is a freak; as a child he might have bought martial arts manuals like 'Lightning Step' and 'Mighty Diamond Palm' from a disheveled beggar on the roadside.

In short, Lao Ba's strength is unscientifically strong.

A crewman with a buzz cut came over and asked Lao Ba, 'Ba Ge, have you seen clearly? How many people are on the other ship?'

'Who is Ba Ge? I'll say it again, call me Ba Ye!'

Every time he heard the title 'Ba Ge,' Lao Ba's brows furrowed angrily, because 'Ba Ge' is a bird's name and is closely related to the ill-omened crow.

The buzz-cut crewman hastily stood at attention and saluted: 'Ba Ye, good fortune!'

'I'm Han, not Manchu, cut that out.' Lao Ba raised his binoculars again, carefully observing the two fishing trawlers behind: 'Also, from now on you can't call the boss Fan Ge, you must call him Fan Ye. Otherwise, if you call me Ye and him Ge, the seniority gets messed up—what propriety is that?'

'Understood.'

'You don't understand a thing—go get the Fish-Shooting Divine Weapon ready for battle.'

'Shoot people?'

'You don't understand a thing—you really don't get anything! Quickly fix your brain circuits; Fan Ye hates people like you whose minds short-circuit without realization.'

'Did I say it wrong?'

'Don't be dazed—you're not simply mistaken, you're wildly wrong. Listen up: we're not ruthless bandits or pirates; we're a helpless group that even heaven and earth ignore. When hunted and not wanting to die at sea, the only option is to grab a weapon and blast the hell out of them—what's that called?'

'Justifiable defense.'

'Nonsense, who doesn't know that's called justifiable defense? I'm not asking about that.'

'Then what do you want to ask?'

'Forget it, your IQ is offline, talking with you is boring. Hurry up and get the Fish-Shooting Divine Weapon. Also notify the guy steering the ship: stay steady, don't wander. Fan Ye can't swim; if he accidentally gets tossed overboard, you all have to jump in to fish him out. If you can't find him, you'll stay behind to keep Fan Ye company.'

'Understood, Ba Ye is as steady as an old dog; we all admire him!'

Before Lao Ba could roll his eyes at him, the buzz-cut crewman bolted; if he had been half a step slower, his butt would definitely have been kicked by Lao Ba.

On the forward deck, the scene was completely different.

Lin Dongfan wore flashy floral shorts, sunglasses, and lounged lazily on a beach chair, holding a glass of chilled red wine; sunlight fell on his well-proportioned muscles, making him look like a vacationing young master.

Xiao Yu, wearing a sexy bikini, had just peeled an orange.

She segment by segment placed the fresh, juicy flesh.

Straight into Lin Dongfan's mouth.

'Fan Ge, is it sweet?'

Xiao Yu had originally intended to follow Lin Dongfan's earlier instruction and call Lao Liu, but she simply couldn't bring herself to do it; she felt it was more intimate to call Fan Ge.

Since Liu Wei's accident, she hadn't relaxed like this in Along time.

'Hmm, not bad.'

Lin Dongfan replied lazily, but his eyes behind the sunglasses were not idle, continually appreciating Xiao Yu's stunning figure—just two words: eye-catching!

People have long said that fish soup has lactation-boosting effects.

It might be true.

It's estimated that Xiao Yu grew up drinking lots of milky-white fish soup.

At just eighteen years old, she had somehow developed a 36D figure, her bikini seemingly about to burst—I actually broke out in a cold sweat for her.

If those thin straps snapped, wouldn't that just be a free show for the two bodyguards behind?

Lin Dongfan was actually pondering whether to order those two bodyguards to retreat to the stern or have Xiao Yu put on a loose sunscreen shirt, when the ship suddenly accelerated and turned!

The course suddenly deviated.

Strong inertial force caused everyone on board to lose balance; half of the juice in Lin Dongfan's glass sloshed onto the deck.

Ah!!!

Xiao Yu, startled into silence, also lost her balance and fell onto Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan's body suddenly felt like an electric shock—that's what the 36D pressure feels like. Although he was delighted inside, he put on an angry expression: 'What the hell are you doing?!'

'Fan Ge, sorry, I didn't mean to.'

Xiao Yu panicked, hastily straightened up, and kept a respectful distance from Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan said, 'I'm not blaming you; I'm asking what the helmsman is up to…' Before he could finish, a bodyguard shouted urgently: 'Fan Ye, hold steady—we're going into battle!'

Almost the same time.

From the stern again came Lao Ba's shout: 'Fire!' Obviously, they treated the modified fish-shooting device as Along-range attack crossbow, firing deadly bolts.

Soon after.

A fishing boat behind suddenly accelerated, nearly keeping pace with the 'Sea Wind'!

On the bow, a dark-skinned man in a cheap floral shirt waved his arms excitedly, shouting at Lin Dongfan with a hoarse voice: 'Boss Fan! Boss Fan! Stop a moment, there's a bomb on your ship!'

Suddenly, a plump big sister rushed to the bow of the opposing ship.

The big sister used her ample buttocks to shove the dark-skinned man aside: 'Get out of my way, I'll do the shouting!' She then cupped her hands around her mouth.

She shouted at Lin Dongfan: 'Boss Fan! I'm Chen Shaokang's aunt! Shaokang sent us to warn you—there's a bomb on your ship!!!'

Lin Dongfan: '???'

What the hell is going on? Where's the hail of gunfire Lao Ba predicted? Where are the enemy troops? Is it that the battle-hardened Lao Ba is unreliable, or is this killer big sister just acting?

Just as Lin Dongfan was baffled.

Lao Ba, wielding the fish-shooting device, had already shifted the battlefield to the bow: 'How dare you come around to the front to insult my master Fan, you arrogant wretch!'

'Lao Ba! Don't—'

Lin Dongfan wanted to stop him, but before he could finish speaking, Lao Ba had already pulled the trigger.

The barbed iron arrow shot forth, and immediately a 'thud' sounded from the opposing ship. The arrow flew toward the dark-skinned man's face; he reacted swiftly, grabbing a plastic fish basin to block the arrow.

All that could be heard was the dark-skinned man grumbling: 'We came with good intentions to deliver a message, and they shot arrows at us—let them go to hell, I'm going home!'