Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Accompanied by Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s roar, like a sumo wrestler displaying his powerful stomp to drive away evil spirits, the wavering in the fishermen’s hearts was shattered, replaced by a surge of hot blood, commonly known as getting pumped up.

Splash, splash, splash.

One after another, the fishermen, eager to be the first, leaped into the sea, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, en masse—even those who had initially fled far away rejoined, swelling their numbers.

Shameless!!!

Matsumoto Kiyotaka thought that the roaring sea wind would block and conceal his speech, that his words would not be captured by the drone, but he underestimated its recording capabilities. Except for Bi Fang, who was furiously swimming, everyone heard it loud and clear, their expressions filled with outrage.

Everyone knew that Bi Fang could do anything but kill; once he committed murder, no matter how many identities he assumed, he wouldn’t be able to continue live streaming, even if the victim was the most vile criminal.

No country in the world would allow an executioner to livestream in front of tens of millions of people.

Besides, although the fishermen were detestable, they were fundamentally just greedy, not evil to the core. This made the situation even more challenging to handle.

If it were on land, the worst-case scenario would be a beating, but at sea, any serious injury would inevitably force Bi Fang to save them instead.

As long as they needed saving, Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s goal would be achieved. What would Bi Fang do once the fishermen clung to him?

Knock them unconscious and they drown; break their limbs and they drown; incapacitate them and they still drown. But without taking such measures, minor wounds and pains mean nothing compared to the immense profit dolphins bring, and the fishermen simply didn’t care.

Take a punch, bleed from the nose, and in return get ten thousand dollars—who wouldn’t be pleased? Needless to say, there were plenty of takers; some even felt uneasy about the money unless they took an additional punch.

Bi Fang couldn’t escape whether underwater or above.

If he reached land, the situation would be even easier to deal with—so many people could easily take control.

But the fishermen weren’t so polite when it came to dealing with Bi Fang. If they all rushed at him and an accident happened, who would take the blame?

Especially with the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department right by their side, there was nothing to fear about losing the moral high ground.

This was the best solution Matsumoto came up with in a short time, minimizing the impact of the situation.

From the drone’s perspective, an incredibly spectacular scene unfolded on the sea surface.

Bi Fang took the lead, outdistancing everyone by dozens of meters, his strong arms slapping the water forcefully, creating a clear wake as he moved from the crimson-tinted waters into the blue.

Behind him followed dozens of fishermen, some armed with long spears and long hook knives, resembling a mob—or perhaps they were indeed a mob.

The fishermen couldn’t swim as fast as Bi Fang, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming, swarming over the sea like locusts, creating a unique wave of blood that alarmed the onlookers.

Even Yamamoto, who was the first to cough up water, caught on, wiped his nosebleed, and charged forward with howls.

This time he had learned his lesson and didn’t rush to the very front but remained behind everyone else. The hot-blooded fishermen didn’t find this odd, assuming that Yamamoto was injured and could only move with difficulty.

Around this triangular charge, dolphins still capable of resistance leaped and swam, but they were again and again blocked by sound walls coming from all directions.

The audience in the live streaming room had already erupted in curses, but Matsumoto Kiyoshi could no longer care about that.

This plan was the best solution at the moment!

[Isn’t this just bullying the honest people?]

[Good people have to let others point guns at them?]

[Damn it, why didn’t Old Fang say something earlier? If he had said something sooner, I would’ve booked two plane tickets to beat the crap out of those damn Japanese fishermen!]

Shuiyou (Online Friends) were filled with righteous indignation, clamoring to fly to Japan and teach those fishermen a lesson.

On the surface of the sea, the fishermen who saw Bi Fang approaching grew increasingly panicked.

"Damn it, the killing god is coming, what do we do?"

They weren’t in the sea; their fishing boats weren’t made of wood but of steel underneath, impervious to breaching unless blasted with a rocket launcher.

Without any geographical advantage, if the adversary boarded, wouldn’t it be a massacre?

Someone was already at the edge of the ship, ready to jump into the ocean at any moment. Seeing the growing panic, the experienced captain shouted, "Don’t panic, don’t panic!"

He had seen it all before.

In his youth during long voyages, he had even slaughtered humpback whales, impaling and hoisting them with whaling harpoons while sharks starving below circled—a scene no less terrifying than this.

Even the largest fishing boat is but a leaf on the vast ocean. Outside lies tumultuous waves and fierce creatures; inside, a uniform crew of men—a single accidental weapon discharge could spark a war.

Besides, the opponent wasn’t a shark; it wouldn’t kill people.

The experienced captain, who had seen big scenes, yelled again, "Don’t panic, there’s only one person against us. We have our brothers behind us. Everyone line up, put away the long poles and switch to long hook knives. Be ready, and don’t let him board!"

The other fishing boats at a greater distance did not move since maintaining the sound wall meant they couldn’t disrupt the semi-circular formation, or else they’d risk creating a breach.

Furthermore, everyone could see that their fishing boats were like individual islands, with the surrounding sea serving as a moat that often should not be bridged.

If bridged, it would be like chaining the boats together, potentially leading to a fiery defeat!

Bi Fang’s powerful arms stretched behind him, propelling him hundreds of meters in a single go. Even he was exhausted by now, not to mention the fishermen left far behind.

Watching the fishermen on the boats, armed with long hook knives and standing guard like soldiers on a fortress wall, Bi Fang rotated his arms, took a deep breath, and swiftly dove underwater.

"He’s dived! He’s gone under!"

"Be careful, keep watch! Keep watch!"

With the target vanishing suddenly, the fishermen fell into a fluster, but the captain calmed them and loudly declared, "What are you afraid of, you bunch of wimps? Haven’t you caught fish before? Just spear him like a fish!"

The captain demonstrated a spearing motion, helping the somewhat panicked crew regain composure.

Yes, wasn’t it just like spearing fish?

They might not be good at fighting people, but when it came to spearing fish, they were quite skilled!

"Ahh!!!"

Just as the crew regained their confidence, a scream echoed from the rear deck. When they turned to look, their souls nearly left their bodies.

There stood the drenched Bi Fang on the deck, casually wiping his hair, and with a cold glance at the crowd, his right hand held a fisherman’s long hook knife. Clearly, one unlucky individual had not only failed to pierce him but had his weapon snatched away instead.

As for where that fisherman had gone, the continuous splashing behind them spoke volumes.

When had he come aboard?

The seasoned captain was stunned but quickly called his crew to try driving the intruder back to sea.

Yet the surrounding crew hesitated, unsure and afraid to approach.

Bi Fang scoffed, noting that compared to professional hunters, these crew members were practically full of openings in their reactions and movements.

"If no one will come, I guess I’ll have to come over there!" Stay connected with NovelBin.Côm