Chapter 633: Dolphin Performance Show

Ma Weiqun shouted on the surface, "I'd rather die than let Wu An catch me," then jumped into the sea, but it wasn't suicide.

Quite the opposite, he hadn't given up yet.

As darkness gradually fell, if he held his breath and swam farther out, he could completely take advantage of the night to find another island to hide on.

There are plenty of islands around here; hiding one person is more than enough.

Wu An and his group are in the open while he hides in the dark; as long as he's careful enough, escaping isn't impossible.

Holding that thought, as soon as he jumped into the sea he immediately began swimming fast.

Then he realized he was swimming faster and faster, wait, it's too fast!

Ma Weiqun was completely dazed.

Because the speed was too great, he couldn't even open his eyes, but he could feel something pushing him forward as he swam.

Ma Weiqun felt himself flying up—not an illusion, he really was flying.

Like a fish leaping suddenly.

Ma Weiqun gasped, eyes wide, broke free of the water, and finally could open his eyes to see a huge dolphin.

It's it!

Ma Weijun recognized it at a glance—this dolphin was exactly the one that had led the pack attacking him before.

At the moment they locked eyes, he even saw hatred and mockery in the dolphin's gaze.

Holy shit!

Oh heavens.

Don't do this to me!

The dolphin still holds such a grudge?

It came looking for him to mess with him?

Is this even scientific?

Ma Weiqun was dumbfounded, and even more panicked to the extreme.

Before he could react, not knowing what to do, with a "bang" he fell back into the sea.

Ma Weiqun immediately struggled to swim, but soon realized he had no control and was pushed up again by the dolphin.

The dolphin isn't small at all, especially the one pushing him—it's astonishingly large.

In the sea.

The dolphin wants to mess with him, and he has absolutely no way to resist.

Because he fled in haste, he had no weapons on him, so he could only struggle desperately, throwing punches and kicks.

But it was utterly useless.

Instead, he heard the dolphin emit a cheerful call, clearly mocking his overreach.

By the cliffside.

Wu An stared, watching.

Although he said Ma Weiqun was doomed to escape, a larger circle would surely handle it, he still felt a bit worried.

Only when he saw the larger circle treating Ma Weiqun like a toy did he finally let out a full breath of relief.

A Qing and the others were also watching, occasionally clapping and cheering.

"Again!"

"Wow, amazing, amazing!"

"Beautiful, that move is so cool, quite high difficulty."

"Impressive, impressive."

The larger circle treated Ma Weiqun as a toy, pushing him back and forth, completely disregarding his life or death, putting on a spectacular "dolphin show" for everyone.

Ma Weiqun was about to go crazy.

In an oceanarium, dolphins paired with professionals can perform many high‑difficulty moves.

He's just an ordinary person.

He can't take it, he simply can't take it.

Still "playing," Ma Weiqun felt the world spin, and having swallowed who knows how many mouthfuls of seawater, his stomach churned and he vomited wildly.

The dolphin is torturing him!

What to do?

Heaven wants him dead!

On the island, Wu An and his crew watch him like tigers, while in the sea a pod of dolphins "sharpens their knives."

He truly has no way out to heaven or to the sea—he can't live, can't die.

Lin Bin is just as terrified!

Seeing Ma Weiqun's miserable state, he already felt a bit lucky to have been caught by Wu An first; otherwise, if he'd also jumped in with Ma Weiqun and been tossed around by those dolphins as a ball, he'd honestly be better off dead.

Seeing Ma Weiqun floating motionless on the surface, Wu An called out, leading everyone away from the cliff, which isn't far from the beach.

He led them to find the hidden small boat, and the group rowed back to the trawler.

Lin Bin also wanted to board.

Wu An kicked him off with one foot.

Watching Wu An's party board the ship, Lin Bin was dumbfounded: "Hey, what am I supposed to do?"

Wu An waved his hand: "Just follow along swimming."

"I heard you're good at swimming."

"Let me see it."

Lin Bin: "Wu An, aren't you afraid I'll just run away?"

Wu An laughed: "Do as you please."

At sea, if Lin Bin could get away, the big circle would really be able to find a piece of tofu to kill himself.

He finished speaking.

They tied the rope around Lin Bin's body.

Lin Bin shouted angrily: "Wu An, a scholar may be killed but not humiliated."

Wu An: "Humiliation?"

"Putting the rope around your neck—that's what counts as humiliation."

"Want to give it a try?"

Lin Bin shivered: "Wu An, we're from the same village after all."

Wu An didn't waste words on him and just kicked him.

A Qing also went up and added another kick.

Lin Bin figured it out: in Wu An's eyes, he's not even a person, just trash.

As the small boat slowly pulled away from the island, Lin Bin was dragged along and could only swim after it.

Soon.

The group returned to the trawler; Lin Bin got on board, spat out several mouthfuls of seawater, and lay panting on the deck like a dead dog.

"Get up."

"I can't move."

Wu An threw a few punches—"bang bang bang"—and Lin Bin, yelping, struggled to his feet.

A Qing and Mei Wu quickly cleared out the storage room; the storage room had no windows, and once the door was shut it became a tiny dark cell. Lin Bin, beaten as he was, didn't dare utter a sound and walked in obediently.

They shut the door.

Then.

Wu An called over the big circle.

After having his fun, the big circle quickly brought the already unconscious Ma Weiqun to the ship's side.

Just then.

From the walkie-talkie came Lao Fu Tou's somewhat anxious voice: "A An, there's a boat coming from the east."

"And it's not just one."

"For now we can't tell exactly how many fishing boats there are."

Wu An asked: "What kind of fishing boats?"

Lao Fu Tou: "They're probably not small."

Wu An walked over, picked up the binoculars and took a look; because it had grown dark, the fishing boats were lit up, and from the lights he could judge their number and rough size.

As far as he could see, there appeared to be two fishing boats.

But the condition of the fishing boats is unknown, the number of people aboard is unknown, and we don't even know if they have any heat weapons.

He asked: "Are these the same Wanwan fishing boats that chased us last time?"

Lao Fu Tou hesitated: "That's hard to say."

Last time they were chased terribly, could only flee in disarray; although they eventually managed to run one of the enemy's fishing boats aground, there's no denying they ended up slinking away in defeat.

There was nothing to be done.

At the time the other side's fishing boats were already over twenty meters long, and there was more than just one.

Back then they only had a small boat, and there was no way they could go head‑to‑head.

Wu An gave a cold snort: "Regardless of whether it's that same gang, I'll put the score on their heads."

"Besides, given their proximity to the island now, they're probably here to pick up Ma Weiqun."

"Damn it."

"This time we're not running."

Lao Fu Tou hesitated, saying: "A An, I'm not trying to throw cold water on you, to boost others' morale and destroy your own resolve."

"We only have one fishing boat; if we go head‑to‑head, we'll definitely be the ones to lose out."

Wu An looked at the big circle, who was peeking out his head, and said: "Last time we had no helpers."

"This time."

"We can find some help."