Chapter 615: Blown Up

Ma Weiqun gave a cold snort: "Fine, fine, fine, give face but don't want face, and still you're pushing your nose onto your face, right?"

Then let's come.

Let's see who's more wicked!

Lin Bin turned pale with shock: "Uncle, shouldn't we dodge?"

Ma Weiqun cursed: "Dodge a fart!"

We've been bullied to this point; if I dodge, how will I ever get by afterwards?

At sea, I won't allow anyone more ferocious than me!

Lin Bin was completely numb.

It's pouring down a heavy rain, don't make trouble, he definitely doesn't want to drown in the sea!

To be buried in the sea, let alone a whole corpse, even leaving a bit of bone fragment counts as good luck.

Ma Weiqun shouted loudly: "First don't prepare the fishing operation, everyone get your weapons ready."

When Wu An's fishing boat comes to ram us later, everyone charge forward.

With over a dozen of us, beating just a few of them is like child's play.

Lin Bin's face changed; he knew Ma Weiqun had murderous intent, and quickly said: "Uncle."

Tell the brothers to stay alert.

They're holding cameras, maybe they've hidden phones to secretly film.

We've suffered losses before.

He said that to tell Ma Weiqun to calm down; killing someone at sea is simple—just toss them in—but that doesn't mean it's foolproof.

Ma Weiqun gave a cold snort: "What's there to fear!"

It was Wu Anxian who drove his boat to ram us; whatever we do is self-defense, isn't that what you said?

Lin Bin: "……"

You damn well just remembered those four words 'self-defense', huh.

Do you really think you're an innocent victim?

The situation has blown up.

It's good for nobody!

He really feels guilty like a thief, truly doesn't want any conflict with Wu An, and the best is to make a big thing small and a small thing smaller.

But he couldn't say those words; Ma Weiqun right now simply won't listen, will treat his words as a fart, and will scold him.

Wu An saw the opponent's posture and didn't foolishly ram into them.

For him, as long as he stops Ma Weiqun's crew from deploying their nets, that counts as half success.

However, the situation now is that a larger pod of dolphins might be safe, but he is in greater danger.

A few against over a dozen, he has to admit the advantage isn't on his side.

He asked: "Old Fu, can you maneuver to get around?"

Lao Fu Tou replied: "No problem."

Although it's pouring heavily, the wind and waves aren't big, which is favorable for Lao Fu Tou's handling.

Ma Weiqun and his crew had prepared to meet the impact, but they saw Wu An's fishing boat glide past alongside theirs.

This really made Ma Weiqun feel awful.

It's akin to saying "I've taken off my pants, look at this."

"Damn it, don't chicken out!"

"Come on, ram them!"

"Gan Lin Mu, don't run!"

Ma Weiqun brandished his machete and cursed.

He was truly angry.

That night nothing went smoothly: first his underlings caused trouble, then dolphins stirred up trouble, and even Wu An came to join the fun, shouting for a fight.

Since that's the case.

Then let's settle old and new scores together!

Fuck him!

He shouted to his men, quickly powered up the fishing boat to chase after them, and wouldn't stop until Wu An was dead.

Lao Fu Tou, experienced and able to judge the situation, said: "Get ready."

"We're too close to Ma Weiqun's lot; if we try to loop around, we won't be able to keep it up for long."

As expected.

After Ma Weiqun's two trawlers powered up, they sped up quickly; likely carrying little catch and light load, they soon caught up.

The two trawlers latched onto Wu An's fishing boat.

A Qing gripped an iron rod, looking fearless: "Get ready; whoever comes, I'll smack them with this."

Lao Fu Tou strained at the helm, constantly turning the rudder, so as to let the fishing boat shake off pursuit while also sticking to Ma Weiqun, preventing him from taking the chance to lower nets and harm the dolphin pod.

It can be said the maneuvering difficulty is extremely high.

Nighttime sailing with limited visibility, plus Ma Weiqun provoked into fury, recklessly urging his men to accelerate again and again; after ten or so minutes, with a bang, the two fishing boats still collided.

Fortunately they were both prepared, so the impact didn't knock them over.

Lao Fu Tou also took advantage of the impact's force to pull ahead a bit, which made Ma Weiqun and his lot, who wanted to land and fight, scream in anger.

Immediately after.

The fishing boat began to sway.

Ma Weiqun failed to keep his balance and fell sitting on the deck.

A Qing laughed loudly, mocking with a megaphone: "Ma Weiqun, you weak‑legged shrimp, you can't even stand steady, yet you wield a knife wanting to slash people."

"You're not here to joke, are you?"

"Are you planning to laugh your father to death?"

If Wu An had shouted this, Ma Weiqun might not have been so angry, but it was A Qing who provoked him.

What an image A Qing has.

Short, thin, and miserable—being mocked by this type of person, the ridicule is turned up to the max!

Lin Bin said, "It's a dolphin, still ramming our fishing boat."

Ma Weiqun, furious, let out a bitter laugh: "Fine, fine, fine, you all teamed up to mess with me, huh?"

"All of them must be killed."

"Ram it again—first take out Wu An, then slowly deal with this damned pod of dolphins!"

Lin Bin said, "Uncle, ramming like this won't work—Old Master Chen's ship is old; surely the problem is with this boat first."

"You can have another ship cooperate and pincer Wu An."

His tone was full of helplessness.

He didn't understand.

What's wrong with this world? Dolphins have gone mad, Wu An has gone mad, and now Ma Weiqun has gone mad too.

They're all fucking crazy, gone insane!

So he's the only normal one?

At this moment, Lin Bin felt helpless, as if he'd boarded a thief's ship and couldn't get off.

He truly didn't want to play with this bunch of lunatics anymore.

If jumping into the sea could keep him alive, he'd do it without hesitation.

Ma Weiqun listened to advice, grabbed the walkie‑talkie and gave orders; the other boat's helmsman was also his subordinate, and relatively obedient.

The two boats working together made Lao Fu Tou harder to maneuver.

The room for movement was severely compressed.

The rain grew heavier and heavier.

Moreover, wind and waves rose.

But for now, nobody noticed these subtle changes in the weather.

Ma Weiqun exclaimed in delight: "Ram it!"

"Good."

"Hold it tight!"

Amid his shouts, the two fishing boats closed together like chopsticks, slowly squeezing Wu An's boat in the middle.

Wu An asked, "Weren't the dolphins in the cast net caught?"

A Qing looked for a moment and shouted, "No, no, the cast net is on the other side."

Mei Wu said, "A An, when are you still worrying about the dolphins?"

"Or should you worry about ourselves instead?"

Fu Yongning and the Fan brothers said nothing, but their breathing was noticeably much more rapid.

Wu An remained silent.

In this situation, we're truly unable to escape disaster—we can only fight for our lives.

"Hu Zi, Hu Zi, where are you?"

Wu An sighed in his heart, complaining the system wasn't strong enough, and didn't know when an upgrade would add a function to contact Hu Zi!

If we could get in touch with Hu Zi, there'd be no chance for Ma Weiqun to act arrogant!