HDRDTH -Chapter 23 You Call This a Fishing Boat? This Is a Damn Pirate Ship!

The Qin family’s efficiency was astonishingly fast.

Early the next morning, a Gulfstream G650 painted with the Qin family crest was already parked at the private terminal of Beijing Airport.

Traveling along with Yu Xian’s family of three were Wang Dafu—who shamelessly insisted on tagging along to “absorb immortal energy”—as well as Qin Yue and an entire truckload’s worth of professional equipment and staff.

“Mr. Yu, this plane will be your personal aircraft from now on.”

Dressed in a sleek outdoor jacket, Qin Yue respectfully handed him a glass of champagne.

“Also, to support your fishing trip, I’ve already had the ‘Sea Wolf’ transported to Malé Harbor… Ah, I mean, the ‘Salted Fish No. 2.’”

Yu Xian reclined in a genuine leather aviation seat, wearing an eye mask while absentmindedly rotating two walnuts in his hand.

“Mhm. Nicely done.”

“Oh right, how’s the fishing over there?”

“Has anyone ever come back empty-handed?”

Qin Yue smiled awkwardly.

“The Maldives are called ‘God’s Fish Tank.’ Theoretically… as long as you have a hook, you’ll catch fish.”

“But competition there is fierce now. The world’s top professional anglers have all gathered there to compete for the ten-million-dollar grand prize.”

“I’m not interested in money.”

Yu Xian yawned lazily.

“I just want to quietly reel in one giant fish and prove I’m not some empty-handed loser.”

Su Qian leaned against the window, excitedly singing Invisible Wings while staring at the clouds. Beside her, Su Wanyi busily snapped photos to upload online and maintain her social media popularity.

Eight hours later, the plane landed smoothly at Malé International Airport.

As the cabin door opened, a scorching sea breeze mixed with the salty scent of the ocean rushed inside.

The harbor was already packed with noise and excitement, lined with every imaginable type of luxury fishing yacht in what looked like an arms race.

“Look! That’s Jack!”

“Fishing King!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

At a private dock nearby stood a futuristic silver-white super fishing yacht. Beside it was a blond, blue-eyed mountain of muscle proudly posing with a freshly caught bluefin tuna nearly two meters long.

That was Jack—the three-time consecutive champion of the Global Fishing Tournament, known worldwide as the “Sea King.”

“Now that’s what you call professional.”

Wang Dafu stared enviously at Jack’s yacht.

“Dad, look at his boat—all carbon fiber. Then look at ours…”

Following Wang Dafu’s finger, everyone fell silent.

Beside Jack’s futuristic superyacht sat a lonely vessel that looked like it had just retired from pirate duty off the coast of Somalia.

Its black paint was peeling badly. Crude anti-collision steel beams were welded onto the bow. Most eye-catching of all was the rusty tractor seat at the helm and the blue plastic barrels tied to the stern.

It was none other than Yu Xian’s heavily modified “Salted Fish No. 2.”

Among this dazzling fleet of luxury yachts, it resembled a beggar who had accidentally wandered into a high-society ballroom, radiating an utterly inappropriate Syrian-warzone industrial punk aesthetic.

Jack clearly noticed the newly arrived group of Easterners.

Setting down the tuna, he swaggered over with several bikini-clad beauties, his gaze filled with contempt as it swept across Yu Xian’s oversized shorts and flip-flops.

“Hey, Chinaman.”

Pointing at the “Salted Fish No. 2,” Jack burst into exaggerated laughter.

“I thought somebody drove their farm tractor straight into the ocean!”

Then he pointed at the rusty tractor seat and laughed even harder.

“Oh my God, look at that seat! Is that the legendary Frozen Throne?”

The surrounding foreign fishermen joined in with mocking laughter.

Su Wanyi’s face turned pale with anger. Qin Yue’s eyes turned icy cold as she prepared to signal the bodyguards forward—but Yu Xian stopped her.

Slowly, Yu Xian pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Taking a long drag, he exhaled the smoke ring directly into Jack’s arrogant face.

He lazily glanced at Jack’s heavily armed high-tech yacht, then slowly looked back at Jack himself.

Finally, his gaze drifted meaningfully between Jack’s legs before he smirked dismissively.

“Nice shiny boat. Just like you.”

Yu Xian flicked away some ash.

“All decoration. No substance.”

Jack’s smile instantly froze.

Though he couldn’t understand the Chinese words, he could clearly feel the undisguised contempt in Yu Xian’s tone.

“You… what did you say?!”

Jack’s face turned red with fury, as though he had suffered a tremendous humiliation.

He slapped the massive tuna hanging beside him with a loud smack, trying to regain dignity through his achievements.

“Open your eyes and look! This is a bluefin tuna! Two full meters long! Have you ever seen a fish this big in your entire life?!”

Faced with the boastful challenge, Yu Xian honestly shook his head.

“Nope.”

Jack was just about to burst into triumphant laughter when Yu Xian’s next sentence nearly choked him to death.

“Because I usually don’t fish for something this small.”

“Hah?! Small?!”

Jack froze briefly before erupting into even harsher laughter.

“You call this small? You really are a clueless amateur! Then what are you here for? To feed the fish?”

“The thing I’m fishing for…”

Ignoring the mockery completely, Yu Xian slowly turned around.

His gaze passed over the noisy crowd and fixed upon the distant ocean, dark and deep enough to appear almost black.

The sea breeze lifted the edges of his floral shirt.

Those sleepy salted-fish eyes of his suddenly resembled two bottomless ancient wells, reflecting the ambition of the entire ocean.

“…is your crown.”

After speaking, he tossed the cigarette butt neatly into a trash bin and waved grandly.

“Dafu, get on the boat!”

“Raise anchor! Let these foreigners who look down on tractors witness the true aesthetics of heavy industrial violence!”

PUTT-PUTT-PUTT— ROOOAR—!!

Accompanied by the deafening roar of the tractor engine, the “Salted Fish No. 2” belched out a thick cloud of black smoke that sent Jack and the bikini girls around him into violent coughing fits.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, the “pirate ship” ignored all navigation rules and rudely shoved aside two luxury yachts like a street thug.

Its rough welded seams scraped long white scars across the mirror-polished hulls of the other boats as it charged toward the deep sea with the fearless momentum of a lone warrior charging against ten thousand enemies.

Jack watched with a pained expression.

“Madman… he’s definitely a madman!”

Holding onto the violently shaking railing of his yacht, Jack wiped soot from his face and growled viciously at the departing ship.

“Just wait! I’ll throw you and your junk boat straight into the scrapyard!”