HDRDTH -Chapter 89 You’re Calling THIS a Fish?!

4:00 AM.

Inside the living room of Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1, smoke hung thick in the air.

Yu Xian stood barefoot on the carpet. A large nautical chart was spread across the coffee table in front of him. His left hand was freshly rebandaged, a cigarette between his fingers, and his right hand used red and blue pencils to heavily circle a coordinate near the Yangtze River Estuary.

“122° East, 31° North. Convergence of warm and cold currents, seabed step fault structure.”

He exhaled a stream of smoke, his eyes burning with a fisherman’s stubborn obsession.

“Last night’s green-jelly fish—today I’m getting my revenge at sea. If I still can’t catch anything decent, I’ll swallow this entire map.”

“THAT IS A MOON—!”

A roar suddenly came from the second-floor guest room, raw and tearing.

The door burst open.

Wang Fei rushed downstairs with dark circles under her eyes, clutching her Martin guitar tightly.

“Mr. Yu! I did it! I finally did it! I’ve mastered it! That diaphragm resonance you taught me!”

Yu Xian, irritated by the noise, tossed a black USB drive from the drawer onto the table.

“The master track is inside. Take it, bring Su Xi to the recording studio. That kid has good musical sense—let her do some vocal harmonies in the interlude. Don’t just let her sit around.”

He stood up. The pain in his left hand made him frown slightly, but his eyes were still burning with obsession.

“Mr. Yu… you’re going out again to ‘restock’?” Wang Fei asked, watching him pack heavy-duty fishing gear.

“To reclaim my honor.” Yu Xian didn’t even turn back.

9:00 AM.

Yangtze River Estuary, 30 nautical miles east of the Donghai Bridge, reef zone.

The sea wind howled as the rented fishing boat rocked violently in rough waves.

Wang Da Fu clung to the rail, pale-faced and vomiting.

“Dad… the waves are too big… can we change spots?”

“Idiot. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.”

Yu Xian stood like a steel pillar on the deck. The wound on his left hand tightened under the sea wind, but he calmly rigged a whole live squid as bait and cast with full force.

WHOOSH!

The 500-gram sinker shot precisely into the current convergence zone.

One hour… two hours…

Just as Yu Xian prepared to lift the rod—

The tip of the rod suddenly plunged violently.

CREAK—!

The thick fishing rod bent into a full moon shape instantly. The electric reel screamed in alarm, and the 120-pound line emitted a burning smell from friction.

“It’s here!”

Yu Xian’s eyes turned red instantly.

He switched off electric mode and went manual, gripping the handle tightly with both hands.

The moment he applied force, his expression changed.

“Something’s wrong… this pull is too steady… too heavy… too mechanical.”

“Whatever you are—once you took my bait, you’re coming up!”

He braced his waist and pulled with his entire body. The wound on his palm reopened, blood soaking into the grip.

Suddenly—

The monster underwater changed direction and charged straight toward the boat.

CRACK—!

The boat tilted over 40 degrees.

“DAD!!! I’M FALLING!!!” Wang Da Fu screamed, half his body hanging over the sea.

“Hold on! If you fall, nobody pours my tea!”

Yu Xian roared and stomped on Wang Da Fu’s belt, anchoring him while leaning his entire body in the opposite direction at a 60-degree angle, using body weight and buoyancy to resist the force.

The tug-of-war lasted forty minutes.

Finally—

The pull weakened.

“It’s giving out! Surface it!”

Yu Xian yanked back hard.

50 meters… 30… 10…

SPLASH!

The sea exploded open.

A massive three-meter-long object, pitch black and gleaming with cold metallic sheen, was dragged out of the water.

Wang Da Fu raised a landing net, stunned.

“Dad… this fish… looks like that thing we saw on military channel last time…”

Yu Xian froze.

He stared at it.

On its side was printed: [UUV-Seawolf-007]

A propeller at the tail was still slowly spinning.

His face darkened.

“No scales.”

“No gills.”

His voice squeezed through his teeth:

“You’re calling THIS a fish?!”

Clack.

The expensive fishing rod fell onto the deck.

Yu Xian crouched down, clutching his head in despair.

“Why… why is it so hard for me to catch a normal fish?!”

At the same time, across the sea.

Japanese Maritime Intelligence Center.

Red lights flashed. The atmosphere was suffocating.

“No mine trigger detected. No sonar interference. No military targets within 50 nautical miles…”

The intelligence officer’s voice trembled.

“But Sea Wolf 7 has lost propulsion… and is being forcibly dragged upward by an unknown massive external force!”

Commander Sato Marufuji’s face turned pale.

“A Chinese anti-submarine depth charge?”

“No, sir… last camera feed has arrived.”

The screen lit up.

A battered civilian fishing boat rocked in rough waves.

The image froze on a man in a gray shirt and plastic slippers.

He stood barefoot, covered in blood, with a disgusted expression like he had just eaten something foul.

The command room went dead silent.

Dozens of analysts stared in horror.

“He used a fishing rod…” Sato whispered, voice shaking.

“To pull out our billion-yen strategic underwater drone… like it was scrap metal?!”

Sato’s hands trembled as he stared at Yu Xian’s face.

In those bloodshot eyes, he saw something terrifying—

A contempt so deep it looked like he was looking down at civilization itself.

“No… this isn’t a fisherman.”

“That look… isn’t victory.”

“It’s humiliation.”

Sato slammed his hand on the table.

“Find him. All assets in China—activate them. Even if we turn Jiangcheng upside down!”

He paused, voice cold as steel.

“A man who can toy with national assets with one hand… cannot be allowed to exist.”

“If he cannot be controlled…”

“He must disappear.”