Chapter 101: Lord Fuli, 200 km/h—Third Chapter, Requesting Subscription

“Gaa—”

The strange fish with a protruding lower jaw thrust its upper body into the speedboat, trying to find frozen pig’s feet, fresh beef, or frozen pig organs—but sadly, the speedboat had already been completely emptied of food.

The only crew member it could have bitten had already sprinted to the shallow shore the moment he fell into the river, hiding behind Mao Rongrong with a terrified expression.

“Gaa.”

The fish, disappointed at finding no food, turned its gaze toward the dog pack barking furiously on the shore.

The fish lay flat on the river’s surface, refusing to approach any shallow zone.

It glanced at Mao Rongrong, then again at the little fox staring back at it.

The fish took a deep breath, sucked a mouthful of Jianghe water, then—“Puff!”—spewed a torrent of droplets, drenching every dog on the shore.

“Gaa-gaa-gaa—”

The fish let out a strange cry, its face radiating smug satisfaction; it spun in the water, raised its tail to slap the surface, sending another wave crashing over the dogs’ heads.

The monster with the protruding jaw was highly intelligent—it knew it was an aquatic creature, and any land animal that entered the water lost its mobility.

They dared not enter the water; their only option was to bark helplessly from shore, letting it toy with them.

“Pfft”

Where the hell did this damn fish come from?

The little fox had not anticipated the fish, while rummaging through the speedboat, would suddenly turn and spray water—An Sheng was soaked from head to toe.

Though the fish had a protruding jaw, its tail was broad and thick, like that of a golden dragonfish, except its entire body was covered in black scales, each edged with fine crimson threads.

These crimson edges gave the entire fish a strikingly ornamental appearance.

But the little fox, drenched from head to toe, had no interest in admiring the fish’s looks; it scanned left and right, searching for the new-energy fishing rod.

Mao Rongrong, also drenched, growled furiously at the monster.

But no matter how much Mao Rongrong barked, the fish refused to approach the shore, staying deep in the water to keep spraying.

“Gaa—”

The fish dove beneath the surface, seized a brick in its massive mouth, eyes gleaming with malicious delight; it glanced at the shore, aimed at the forehead of the most distracted fox, and spat the brick out.

After hurling the stone, the fish fled—no longer bothering the land animals; it still hadn’t found its dinner and needed to intercept more boats.

“Ying-ying-ying!”

As the brick shot toward it, An Sheng swatted it away; the little fox’s eyes widened, staring at Da Fei’s master as if to say: Where’s the electric fishing gear? You knew there was a big fish in the river—why didn’t you bring an electric fisher?

Some aggressive dogs had already jumped into the river, preparing to chase the damn fish.

But Mao Rongrong reacted swiftly, clamping his jaws onto the napes of the dogs’ necks and dragging them back.

“Mao Rongrong… I think I finally understand why you dogs hate that thing so much—even though dogs and river fish clearly don’t interfere with each other!”

Without finding an electric fisher or electric baton, and watching the strange fish swim farther away, the fox was growing frantic.

The fish had sprayed saliva all over its face—An Sheng could no longer tolerate such humiliation.

“To hell with it! Mao Rongrong, follow me! We’ll just revive our old sea-faring ways!”

An Sheng leapt onto the speedboat in three strides, raised his paw, and twisted the ignition key; then he turned to look at the stern—eight engines.

Each engine delivered 1,500 horsepower; on the open sea, horsepower was justice for outrunning patrol boats.

Combined, Da Fei’s total horsepower reached 12,000—well into the ground-effect vehicle range.

After starting the engines, An Sheng leaned over the steering wheel, shoved the throttle lever full forward, executed a 180-degree spin on the spot, and let out a yelp toward Mao Rongrong on shore.

“?”

Da Fei’s master and crew exchanged a puzzled look.

Although An Sheng had never operated Da Fei, in his past life, frequent business trips between Aodao and Taiwan had caused his travel permit to be revoked—he was suspected of being addicted to soccer betting and restricted to only two trips per year.

Although An Sheng had never operated Da Fei, he’d ridden it often during his past-life trips to Aodao and Taiwan; prolonged exposure had made him an expert.

“Aow?”

Mao Rongrong looked surprised, yet seemed to understand what An Sheng intended—he leapt onto the speedboat, and several quick dogs followed.

“Gulu-lu—”

The speedboat’s bow lifted; unloaded, it skimmed across the river, leaving a trail of water, its entire hull—except the engines—exposed above the surface like a skipping stone.

“Wang—”

An Sheng stood upright, gazing across the river, barking orders for the dogs to move forward; the engines’ raw power had lifted the bow too high, obstructing his view of the river.

“Aow!”

Mao Rongrong leapt violently onto the bow, pressing the boat down; one by one, the dogs slid over and crouched on the cargo hold, their eyes filled with pure vengeance.

The new family member… truly had skills!

The dogs waited eagerly for fish, but Mao Rongrong watched the little fox steering the speedboat, his eyes filled with quiet thought—as if studying how to pilot it.

“Everyone—down!”

Seeing the fish’s head break the surface, An Sheng barked into the cargo hold, kicked the throttle lever to full power, and aimed the speedboat straight at the fish with its protruding jaw.

With the cargo hold empty, even with partial water resistance, the speedboat’s speed had already reached 170 kilometers per hour.

“Crash!”

The little fox wrapped its tail around the rudder and steered the speeding speedboat directly into the fish’s head.

“Clang—”

At the moment of collision, a sound like clashing weapons and warhorses echoed along both banks of the river.

Sparks flew everywhere; the entire speedboat surged forward along the monster’s arched back, lifting clean off the water.

“Wrong! The impact sound is wrong!”

An Sheng froze, glancing at the dashboard—the speedometer showed 200 km/h while airborne.

“Bang—”

The speedboat flew nearly thirty meters before crashing back into the river, splashing up a huge wave, bobbing several times, nearly vomiting the dogs serving as ballast.

“Gulu-lu—”

The speedboat continued racing forward until the little fox pulled back the control lever, slowing its speed.

The speedboat executed a drift turn, returning to the exact spot where it had collided with the fish.

The black-and-red monster had flipped onto its back, floating lifelessly on the river—but no blood stained the water.

Only the acrid smell of scorched welding lingered above the surface.

After a brief stun, the heavily impacted fish snapped open its eyes, staring at the speedboat inches away—and the white fox, its two tails wrapped around the gunwale, hovering midair above it.

“Gaa!”

The enraged monster thrashed violently, charging full speed toward the white land animal.

“Smack—”

The little fox grinned wickedly, raised its paw, and slapped the fish back into the water—like an arrow released from a bow, it plunged headfirst into the riverbank.

“See? As the ancients said: playing with water invites a slap. The ancestral law cannot be changed—don’t think hiding in the middle of the river means I can’t reach you!”

“Times have changed! No matter how fast you swim, can you outpace my 200 km/h?”

(End of Chapter)