HDRDTH -Chapter 12 The Trident of Poseidon!

The internet exploded.

The video of the “Salted Fish Godfather clubbing a king cobra” surpassed one hundred million views in just a few hours!

That charred toilet plunger rod of his had been crowned by countless meme-loving netizens as the “Holy Snake-Smacking Whip.” Overnight, its fan community surged past a million followers, rivaling top-tier celebrities in popularity!

Yet inside Villa No. 1 at Jinshui Bay, the atmosphere was colder than an ice cellar.

Yu Xian expressionlessly scrolled through his phone, staring at all the memes that photoshopped him into some dragon-subduing arhat. Veins bulged one by one on his forehead, looking ready to explode.

“I went there to fish! Who the hell wants to become some snake-catching celebrity?!”

Humiliation!

This was a disgrace severe enough to be nailed onto the pillar of shame in fishing history!

“Xiao Yu, President Yang’s calling again…” Su Wanyi approached with a glass of freshly squeezed juice, her face glowing with irrepressible pride.

Ever since becoming “the woman behind the hardcore godfather” and the gold-medal manager of a future diva, her whole aura had transformed. She walked with confidence and spoke with authority, as though she already stood atop the entertainment industry.

“Not seeing him!”

Yu Xian didn’t even glance at her. He flipped the phone face-down on the sofa, pulled his straw hat over his face, and muttered from underneath it:

“Tell him to go to the zoo and discuss life with snakes. Stop bothering me while I sleep.”

Before his words even finished, Yang Wei’s pig-slaughtering howl echoed from outside the villa. The scream was so tragic it seemed to pierce through the mansion’s soundproof walls.

“Master Yu! Ancestor! I’m begging you on my knees! If you don’t act soon, Starlight Entertainment’s stock price is gonna drown in shareholders’ spit!”

“That video’s popularity is practically setting the servers on fire! The entire internet is waiting for Su Qian’s next nuclear-hit song!”

At this point, Yang Wei no longer saw Yu Xian as a财神爷—a god of wealth.

He saw him as a savior.

The man could write hit songs, solve higher mathematics, and casually whip a national protected animal like it was a strip of spicy jerky.

If this human-shaped nuclear weapon ever left Starlight Entertainment, the company boss would probably grind Yang Wei’s ashes into dust.

“You want another song?”

Under the straw hat, Yu Xian lifted the brim slightly, revealing one bloodshot dead-fish eye that stared eerily at Su Wanyi.

“I remember your boss keeps an antique deep-sea fishing rod in his office. Hemingway supposedly used it before. What was it called again… the ‘Trident of Poseidon’?”

Outside the door, Yang Wei’s screaming stopped instantly.

His breathing halted for half a beat.

The Trident of Poseidon!

That was the boss’s lifeblood—the company’s sacred treasure!

Forged from aerospace alloy left over from moon-landing projects, legend claimed it once dragged up a five-hundred-pound blue marlin in the Caribbean Sea!

It was a holy relic in every fisherman’s heart.

“M-Master… t-that’s an antique… it’s basically our ancestral tablet…” Yang Wei’s voice trembled.

“Oh, then forget it.”

Yu Xian pulled the straw hat back down over his face.

“I’ve been mentally disturbed lately. My head’s full of snakes. If I write a song now, it’ll probably reek of snake stench. Might poison the listeners to death.”

A naked threat.

Outside the door, Yang Wei shivered violently, recalling the blood-spitting order his boss gave yesterday:

“As long as he writes another hit, you can empty out my funeral savings if you have to!”

“Trade!”

Yang Wei gritted his teeth and roared:

“I’ll smash open the safe myself and bring it over right now!”

One hour later.

A heavy purple sandalwood case was carefully carried in by two burly bodyguards.

The moment the lid opened, a cold metallic killing aura rushed outward.

A deep-blue heavy-duty ocean rod lay silently upon crimson velvet, its surface gleaming with ghostly light.

Yu Xian’s fingers trembled slightly.

The instant he gripped the icy titanium reel seat, all the resentment from three straight days of getting skunked finally found an outlet!

This feel!

This backbone!

This killing intent!

This was what a real man’s “big toy” should look like!

“The song? Ancestor, where’s the song?!”

Yang Wei crowded forward anxiously, looking like an expectant husband outside a delivery room.

Yu Xian had never felt so refreshed in his life.

He casually tore off a grease-stained piece of cardboard from a takeout box on the coffee table, grabbed a ballpoint pen, and scribbled wildly.

“Take it. The song’s called Walking Through the Rain.”

Yang Wei received the oily cardboard with trembling hands. After just one glance, goosebumps exploded all over his body.

“Oh~ everyone should have dreams~ and if you dream, don’t fear the pain~”

Simple lyrics.

Directly piercing the soul.

That melody, that indomitable spirit—it was practically a heavy weapon built specifically for stadiums and award ceremonies!

“Amazing… Master, is your brain directly connected to some cosmic music database?”

“Grew it from eating leftover rice.”

Yu Xian waved dismissively. He was already too impatient to wait.

Hoisting the Trident of Poseidon onto his shoulder, he sprinted toward the lakeside.

At Jinshui Bay Lake, beneath a blood-red sunset.

Yu Xian stood at the edge of the wooden pier, the Trident of Poseidon in hand. A heroic feeling of “everything under heaven can be fished” surged within him.

“The time before last I caught a safe. Last time I whipped a snake. This time… I should finally get something legitimate, right?”

He hooked on a live softshell turtle the size of a palm, gathered all the fishing knowledge from both his past and present lives, and hurled the cast with full force!

SHIIING—!

The Trident of Poseidon released an explosive sonic boom.

The turtle bait cut through the sky carrying the revenge of a man cursed with eternal bad luck, landing with perfect precision inside an untouched whirlpool at the center of the lake.

Ten minutes…

Twenty minutes…

Just as his patience was about to run out—

The rod tip suddenly plunged downward!

Without warning, the entire fishing rod was violently bent into a terrifying full moon by an overwhelmingly savage force beneath the water!

“HOOKED!”

Yu Xian roared.

Every muscle in his body tightened like stone as his feet nailed themselves to the wooden planks.

But the force underwater was too horrifying!

CREEEAK— CREEEAK—!

The alloy body of the Trident of Poseidon actually let out groans under the strain!

Yu Xian was dragged half a meter forward. Beneath his feet, the expensive anti-corrosion wooden deck shattered inch by inch!

“GET… UP!”

Eyes bulging and veins exploding across his forehead, Yu Xian unleashed the same ferocity he once used to smash the snake king. Using every fish-fighting technique from both his lifetimes, he slowly hauled the underwater monstrosity upward inch by inch!

SPLASH!

Water exploded everywhere!

Behind him, Su Wanyi and Su Qian screamed and staggered backward in terror.

A gigantic, round black iron lump coated in foul-smelling mud burst out of the water!

Rotting weeds tangled around it. Upon the rust-covered metal shell, a sinister skull insignia gleamed ominously beneath the sunset.

It wasn’t a fish.

It was a German-made naval mine that had slept underwater for half a century.

And could awaken at any moment.

“FUCK!”

Yu Xian nearly dropped the Trident of Poseidon in shock.

He finally understood why not even a fish fry existed in this lake.

This wasn’t a fishing spot at all.

This was Death’s territory!

“DON’T MOVE! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!”

Yu Xian’s voice cracked hoarsely.

He held the rod absolutely steady, muscles stiff as stone. He didn’t dare loosen the line, nor continue pulling.

Because he could see clearly—

At the top of the mine, a rusted firing pin, now freed from the buoyancy and pressure of the water, emitted a tiny but deadly…

Click.

A faint metallic sound.

The firing pin slowly retracted inward.

Death had opened its eyes.

And he—

He was the idiot who personally handed Death an alarm clock.

Worst of all, Su Wanyi and Su Qian stood less than five meters behind him!

If it exploded, everyone would be blown into dust!

In that instant, Yu Xian’s brain CPU spun at insane speed.

【German EMCII moored contact mine.
Payload: 250 kilograms TNT.
Trigger delay: 3–5 seconds.
Effective kill radius: 200 meters…】

【No survivors.】

The countdown to death had already begun ticking beside his ears.

“RUN—!!”

Using every ounce of strength in his body, Yu Xian unleashed the most desperate scream of both his lifetimes toward the terrified mother and daughter behind him!