Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 539: Can You Avoid It?

Chapter 539: Chapter 539: Can You Avoid It?

Song Yunuan’s maneuver was so swift that no one had the chance to react, fast enough that no one but Gu Huai’an noticed a large ship approaching from the distance.

Then, Venom Fang landed precisely on the deck of that big ship.

Hans, standing on the deck, was also momentarily stunned.

Rather than a big fish, a person had dropped from the sky.

The assistant quickly pulled him back.

Upon a clear view, Hans stepped forward and pressed down on Venom Fang.

Having seen him before, he knew this was Venom Fang.

Though Hans didn’t know how he ended up on his ship, it was an opportunity that came once in a blue moon.

Song Yunuan felt that to avoid trouble, being high-profile was really not a good idea.

She could let Hans take care of the aftermath.

She believed Hans would handle everything nicely.

Hooking onto Venom Fang’s belt, she also inadvertently hooked a layer of skin and flesh.

When Venom Fang hit the deck, he didn’t have the strength to get up.

Let alone resist.

His mind was in such a whir from the fall that he couldn’t react.

By the time he gathered his wits, Hans had already caught him.

But what had happened to him?

He was just standing on the bow of his own ship, so how did he end up on another big ship?

The pain in his waist made him cry out involuntarily.

Bending over to look, Hans saw that a large chunk of flesh had been brutally torn from the lower back of Venom Fang.

They couldn’t let him die here.

After all, his son, niece, and others were in the hands of the enemy.

The attending physician had already come over to start bandaging and stop the bleeding.

Hans, still angry, gave him several kicks.

Over at Song Yunuan’s location, the moment she had raised her fishing rod, Hong Xia and the others had noticed.

Hong Xia covered her mouth, wanting to step forward, but dared not to move, for it was not the time to make a move.

When Song Yunuan had fished Venom Fang up into the air from the crowd, Hong Xia understood why Song Yunuan was the leader.

It turned out to be like this.

Hong Xia, being a doctor in the team, also possessed good physical skills.

She scanned the surroundings, noting that no one was paying attention to them. When she looked again, Song Yunuan, previously holding the fishing rod, was now empty-handed.

Where was the fishing rod?

Had it been transferred away that quickly?

Hong Xia breathed a sigh of relief, not out of cowardice, but because it was not the time to provoke a conflict.

These matters were never-ending, and moreover, this area was a special existence.

Song Yunuan, standing by Gu Huai’an’s side, finally found the time to tell him that Hea Yunfei was also on the island.

But it seemed the situation was not good.

Whether he could come out alive depended on his fate.

The subsequent developments went smoothly, as if they were happening in a dream.

Hans had captured Venom Fang.

Under Venom Fang’s orders, his men released the hostages and weapons and also took people to the island.

The cargo ship loaded with food moored at their port set sail.

Kurt Gymm and his cousin and others were safely rescued.

Along with them was Hea Yunfei, full of injuries and barely clinging to life.

Hong Xia administered emergency treatment to him.

There was a medical station on the island, well-equipped with the most advanced medical instruments.

Whether they were stolen or bought was anyone’s guess.

Even Venom Fang underwent surgery, and his waist was all bandaged.

He lay on the bed, straining to recall everything that had happened.

There were also summaries of the information collected by his subordinates.

No sign of the Dragon Kingdom’s work, the other party simply remained motionless on the deck.

The young man was Gu Huai’an.

He stood at the very front, flanked on both sides and protected from behind by his subordinates.

They too made no movements.

A post-incident check was conducted.

No trace of cannonball strikes was found on the sunken sailboat.

It had shattered inexplicably, then sank.

After all, had it been hit by a cannonball, there surely would have been a loud noise.

The crew on board would have noticed too.

All they did was sail in the direction of the Dragon Kingdom’s ship, and in the blink of an eye, the bottom of their ship fractured and sank.

All six boats suffered the same fate.

And then it was his turn.

One could be certain there were no cannonballs or firearms involved.

As Venom Fang kept recalling, he only knew he was listening to his subordinates report the sinking of the sailboat, when suddenly he felt light, abruptly leaving the deck as something fiercely hooked onto his lower back, and before he could react – perhaps only in the span of a few blinks – he landed on Hans’s ship, which was approaching from the opposite direction.

Who possessed such an ability to orchestrate this situation?

No, this was beyond human capability.

A large sailboat’s bottom shattering required tremendous force and weapons.

And then it was Venom Fang.

He was certain he wasn’t dreaming; it truly happened. Yet what kind of power could lift him into the air and then drop him onto Hans’s ship a distance away?

What kind of power was that?

Unable to fathom the mystery, Venom Fang ultimately could only conclude in horror that it was the wrath of the sea god.

Since it was the sea god’s wrath, he could no longer afford to ponder the possibilities; his priority was to appease the sea god’s anger.

But some of his subordinates told him that they seemed to have seen a fishing rod from the opposite Dragon Kingdom’s ship hooking him and casting him far away.

By the time he tried to discern carefully, he could see nothing.

It was as if everything that happened was an illusion.

With a wave of his hand, Venom Fang ordered the talkative subordinate to scram. He then instructed his trusted aides to prepare the offerings, and after this matter was settled, he intended to properly worship the sea god, deciding they shouldn’t venture out for a while.

As for the immense benefits promised by Gudel, they seemed trivial in the face of death.

After all, even if he had the world’s most sophisticated and advanced weapons at his disposal, they appeared futile against such mysterious power.

The incident no longer involved Song Yunuan.

But Gu Huai’an still kept Little Nuan with him.

Nor did he make an appearance; he simply stayed on the boat with Little Nuan.

Rare were the occasions when the two could venture out together, and rarer still to be on the boundless sea on a day so clear with a light breeze and cloudless skies.

Thus, Gu Huai’an took Little Nuan on a jaunt aboard the warship.

They visited the nearest island.

The island was small, lacking fresh water and vegetation, deserted all year round, hence uninhabited.

Yet, the beach was beautiful, the seaside strewn with red pebbles, which from a distance looked like a layer of evening glow spread across the horizon.

Song Yunuan gathered a bag of them and suggested to Gu Huai’an they could be used to decorate Second Grandpa’s fish tank.

Subsequently, Song Yunuan stood atop a large rock, squinting at Gu Huai’an in his tidy attire.

[There’s no one else here. Should I throw little brother into the sea?]

Gu Huai’an was taken aback.

Throw him into the sea?

What was Little Nuan up to?

[Little brother is always so covered up, no idea if he has abs, if his physique is good-looking. Today seems like a good opportunity.]

[If I throw little brother into the sea, his clothes will definitely get wet, then I will make him take off his clothes, and I should be able to see.]

[Little brother dotes on me so much, even if I toss him in, he won’t get angry. But he surely wouldn’t agree to take his clothes off.]

Decisively, Song Yunuan hopped off the large rock.

Gu Huai’an, who had heard everything, naturally couldn’t let Little Nuan throw him into the ocean.

But could he avoid it?

Little Nuan was so swift, so strong!