The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 59 Desperate Counterattack! Target: Crimson Coral King!

Faced with this double strangulation by administration and capital, Lin Chen neither sought a lawyer nor called Chu Tiankuo again to plead for leniency.

He took his father directly into the long-distance bus station.

I bought a ticket for the earliest bus back to Binhai Town.

……

On the top floor of the Guomao Building in the provincial capital, in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wearing a loose silk bathrobe, Shao Kun gently swirled a glass of Romanée-Conti worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, looking down at the city washed by the rain.

Chief Secretary Gao Yuan stood respectfully to the side and handed over the phone.

On the screen is a photo that was just taken.

In the photo, Lin Chen and his elderly father are carrying their luggage and awkwardly squeezing onto a dilapidated bus, with a noisy and chaotic bus station in the background.

Shao Kun glanced at it and chuckled.

"I thought he was some powerful and influential figure, but it turns out he's just a lucky country bumpkin."

He took a sip of red wine, his eyes full of contempt.

"With just a little bit of skill, he was scared so badly he ran back to his hometown. Gao Yuan, send someone to keep an eye on Huangni Village. I want to see what a penniless guy with only a few thousand yuan left in his account has to fight me with."

"Yes, Mr. Shao."

Gao Yuan bowed and stepped back, sighing inwardly that this young man named Lin Chen was completely finished.

……

Huangni Village.

The news of Lin Chen's return spread throughout the entire village within half a day.

Under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, Zhang Cuihua was cracking sunflower seeds, spitting as she shouted at a group of idle villagers.

"See? I told you he wouldn't be arrogant for long. That big ship, the Poseidon, never even came back. I heard it offended some big shot in the provincial capital, got it seized, and lost all its money."

She spat the sunflower seed shells on the ground with a "pui" sound, her face full of smug satisfaction.

"What do you call this? This is called the higher you climb, the harder you fall. Let me tell you, stay away from the Lin family from now on, they're bad luck. Don't get your bad luck on them."

The surrounding villagers were talking amongst themselves, and the way they looked at the Lin family's courtyard changed from envy and jealousy a few days ago to pity and estrangement.

night.

There was a knock on the door of the Lin family's courtyard.

Sun Heizi, Wang Fuhai, and several other fishermen who had followed Lin Chenqian from the very beginning walked in with solemn expressions.

Upon entering the room, Sun Heizi, without saying a word, with red-rimmed eyes, pulled out a bank card from his pocket and slammed it on the table with a "bang".

"Brother Chen, here's 50,000 yuan. It's my savings for getting married. Take it first. If it's not enough, we'll figure something out. Even if we have to sell everything we own, we'll fight those sons of bitches to the death."

Wang Fuhai slammed his fist on the table and roared in a muffled voice.

"That's right. Brother Chen, our lives are worthless. If you ever need our help, just say the word, and we'll follow you through thick and thin. We'll even fight them to the death."

Others echoed his sentiments, and the crowd was filled with excitement.

However, Lin Chen's reaction to everyone's unwavering loyalty was unusually calm.

He didn't accept the card, nor did he say anything grand to appease everyone.

He simply stared at the bank card on the table, then looked up and spoke to Lin Jianguo in the inner room.

"Dad, take out all the remaining cash in the house."

Lin Jianguo paused for a moment, then pulled a tin box out from under the bed. Inside were the last few tens of thousands of yuan in emergency funds the family had.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing...?"

Sun Heizi asked, puzzled.

Lin Chen picked up the stack of cash and stood up.

"Hei Zi, come with me to town."

"What are you going to town for? To see Officer Wang."

"No."

Lin Chen shook his head and uttered a few words.

"Buy things."

Half an hour later, at the only fishing tackle shop in town that was still open.

Sun Heizi stared dumbfounded at Lin Chen, who exchanged all the tens of thousands of yuan in cash for a pile of things that, in his eyes, were no different from junk—

The cheapest ones, the kind that cost a few dozen yuan a piece of rubber wetsuit, only have a breathing tube and no oxygen tank.

Several ordinary waterproof searchlights with extremely narrow illumination ranges.

There was also a pile of handmade iron chisels used for shoveling oysters and breaking rocks.

"Chen... Brother Chen, why did you buy all this stuff?"

Sun Heizi was completely dumbfounded.

"Shouldn't we...shouldn't we be trying to get the Poseidon out of here?"

Lin Chen didn't explain, but silently loaded the things onto the tricycle.

This scene was naturally captured on the phone of the informant Shao Kun had sent, who was hiding in the shadows.

The videos and photos were quickly transmitted back to the provincial capital.

In the luxurious top-floor office, Shao Kun watched a video of Lin Chen fiddling with cheap diving gear under dim lighting, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha. That's it, this kid's completely ruined. He's gone mad from the shock."

"I took over a business worth hundreds of millions, and instead of thinking about how to turn things around, I actually have the mood to do this most primitive, low-level beachcombing."

"Keep watching. I want to see if he can actually extract gold from the sea with this junk."

Shao Kun was completely relieved. He turned off his phone, believing the game was over.

Three o'clock in the morning, at the dock in Huangni Village.

The whole world was immersed in pitch-black silence, with only the monotonous sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

Lin Chen did not alert anyone, nor did he use the slightly larger Pioneer.

He alone untied the mooring ropes of the first, dilapidated fiberglass speedboat he had bought, which was only seven meters long.

"Buzz—"

The engine emitted a deep roar, breaking the stillness of the night.

The speedboat sailed into the deserted, dark depths of the sea.

On the shore, the surveillance officer yawned, recording the comical scene with his night vision goggles, intending to tell it to his colleagues as a joke the next day.

Meanwhile, on the speedboat, Lin Chen's system panel in his mind was flashing with a dazzling purple-gold light.

A top-secret intelligence report clearly appeared before his eyes.

[Top Secret Intelligence: Abandoned Sea Area No. 1, coordinates (118.34, 24.56), affected by the aftershocks of the previous Dragon Ridge Trench, the seabed fault has torn apart, and a top-grade blood-red coral king, sealed for a hundred years, is about to emerge.]

[WARNING: The target is associated with a highly toxic biota; extremely dangerous.]

[Birth countdown: 05:59:47]