Chapter 515: Chapter 330: The Pirate Who Fed Kills_2

From afternoon until eight in the evening, the electric fishing rods barely stopped.

Chu Mingcheng splashed water to cool down countless times, as the electric reels hardly ever stopped, and neither did he.

The foam boxes were filled with thirteen boxes of fish, and two more boxes were scraped together for bait.

Fortunately for this trip to the Public Sea, Chu Mingcheng was well-prepared, having purchased fifty foam boxes.

Otherwise, like usual, the other deep sea fish would probably have ended up piled on the floor.

For the last foam box, Chu Mingcheng specifically took out the True Mackerel to weigh them, discovering a weight of one hundred thirty-seven pounds.

Those thirteen boxes roughly held about one thousand eight hundred pounds.

Plus, the additional two boxes of bait meant that today’s catch definitely exceeded two thousand pounds.

Catching two thousand pounds, surrounded by a school of killer whales and additional external help, and using two electric fishing rods was not exaggerated, only normal level.

After that, he moved the foam boxes into the refrigerated cabin, where a slot could stack five foam boxes, which didn’t take up much space.

However, after this trip, the bait would surely be used up, clearing space for the catch.

Back in the cabin, Chu Mingcheng first fed two young dogs their dog food.

He had been too busy to attend to them today, leaving them quite hungry.

Then, he went to the kitchen to cook himself a pot of noodles, ate, cleaned up, took a bath, and after everything was settled, he headed to the cockpit.

He opened the map to check Rat Spot’s location and set the cruise mode to continue towards that direction.

He sat in the chair, unbound the wild Chinese Sturgeon, and then bound the wild True Mackerel.

Upon opening the map, a dense array of markers appeared, surprisingly numerous.

This fish was famous in Japan, and Chu Mingcheng initially thought there would be more near Japan.

However, he hadn’t expected that farther from the waters of Japan, the numbers were even greater, almost as if Japan’s area had been overfished.

Of course, the quantity in domestic waters was also much less compared to the open sea here, and they were more scattered, with very few markers where fish schools were abundant.

Chu Mingcheng kept busy, took out a new notebook, and began recording the habitats of the wild True Mackerel.

He would wait a couple of days to ensure they were relatively stationary before noting down the suitable coordinates to later pass to Zhao Jun.

The gathering place for Rat Spot was not near; it was eleven at night by the time he reached his destination.

He turned off the engine, lowered the anchor, and went to sleep, while the five killer whales quietly floated around the Sea God, beginning to rest as well.

In his trip to the Public Sea, Chu Mingchen hadn’t noticed that since he had exited the Bashe Channel, some people had been paying attention to him.

Liuqiu Island was still okay, but below in Maid Country, some fishermen from extremely poor domestic families weren’t too well-behaved.

The pirates in this country were quite rampant, having once even occupied a city in Maid Country for four months before being driven out.

But normally, pirates appeared in the south, not really related to the Bashe Channel side.

However, occasionally some small pirate groups, unable to survive among the big pirates in the south and due to the crackdown on pirates by various countries in recent years, had no choice but to move north.

The vast sea and countless deserted islands provided plenty of secluded hiding spots, making them very hard to locate.

But they were also smart, usually not targeting large cargo ships.

The defensive capabilities of large cargo ships were not something these small pirates could handle.

Same with fishing boats in the open sea, and even more so since others usually had more people.

But private fishing boats like Chu Mingcheng’s were perfect targets for robbery.

Flush with money, yet few in number.

At this late hour, a rather dilapidated fishing boat was slowly approaching.

One of the pirates, dark-skinned and small in stature, was standing on the flybridge with a telescope, observing.

Upon spotting the flashing warning lights of the Sea God, he immediately cheered, climbed down quickly, and rushed to the cockpit to babble excitedly to a much taller middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was likely the leader of this group of pirates; upon hearing the news, he immediately stopped the fishing boat and turned off the engine.

The previously sputtering engine slowly quieted down, and soon only the sound of the waves remained on the sea.

The middle-aged man babbled to his five subordinates, who then took out oars and began to row manually.

Manually rowing couldn’t compare to machine power, and it was very slow.

But to avoid alerting their prey and causing it to escape, they had no choice.

It was precisely because of such cautious behavior that they had successfully robbed many times in this area.

However, just as they were about a kilometer from the Sea God, the leader of the killer whales around slowly opened its eyes, sensing an unusual disturbance.

Afterward, its companions also woke up.

The leader had already been advised by Chu Mingcheng to gently bump the boat a few times if any other boats approached.

The Sea God was gently bumped by the killer whales, immediately beginning to sway slightly, and a trembling force was transmitted into the bedroom.

Chu Mingcheng, unable to sleep deeply in the open sea, woke up after the third tremor.

Quickly understanding the situation, he hurriedly dressed and grabbed the harpoon gun and fishing spear for defense, then went directly to the cabin to briefly check the deck.

Seeing no one and no other boats around, he stepped out of the cabin.

After patting the head of the killer whale leader, Chu Mingcheng spoke to the whales.

After speaking, the whales immediately dispersed and stealthily left the area.