Day one at sea: 120 tons of Gray-eyed Snow Crab, gross revenue of 3,600,000 US Dollars.

Day two at sea: 110 tons of Gray-eyed Snow Crab, gross revenue of 3,300,000 US Dollars.

Day three at sea: 100 tons of Gray-eyed Snow Crab, gross revenue of 3,000,000 US Dollars.

Day four at sea: 120 tons of Gray-eyed Snow Crab, gross revenue of 3,600,000 US Dollars.

Total harvest over four days: 450 tons of Gray-eyed Snow Crab, for a gross revenue of 13,500,000 US Dollars.

After deducting crew salaries, vessel depreciation, Alvin’s 10% cut, the hefty cost of fishing quotas from the Department of Fisheries, and various fishing and commercial taxes, Feng Mountain’s take was around 6,000,000 US Dollars.

Six million in four days.

When he saw the final number, Feng Mountain’s mind went blank.

There was still space for over 100 more tons in the cold storage. If they filled it up on their last day tomorrow, his final profit could reach around seven million.

It was a shame the Gray-eyed Snow Crab season was only two weeks long. If it could go on like this, Feng Mountain was confident he could become a hundred-millionaire by next year.

However, the three-week Emperor Crab season was about to begin.

Emperor Crabs were much more valuable than Gray-eyed Snow Crabs. After that season ended, he could convert the *River Beach* into a fishing vessel to catch flounder, cod, pollock, salmon, and halibut.

Even if that earned less money, it would be enough to cover the installment payments for the *River Beach*.

If things got tough in United States waters, the *River Beach* could go to Russia to buy crabbing quotas. There were also Norway, Canada, Australia, the North Pacific Ocean, and even the waters around Japan where they could go crabbing.

Besides the income, his Soul Power was also growing steadily.

By collecting Soul Power through the Totem Wooden Statue and supplying it to the Crown Territory, the area of the River Beach Camp’s tribal Fire Seed had doubled in size.

’Time to go home!’

Gazing out the porthole at the churning waves of the Bering Sea, Feng Mountain found himself preferring the quiet, snow-capped mountains and snow-covered Tundra of the Crown Territory. There were no surging waves, no clamor of machinery—only peace and serenity.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

There was an urgent knocking on the captain’s cabin door.

He pulled the door open to find Alvin standing outside, his face a mask of anger and anxiety.

"What’s wrong?"

"Boss, other crabbing boats are dropping crab traps in our waters."

"Let’s go. To the bridge!" Feng Mountain’s expression changed instantly.

「On the bridge.」

The First Mate and the bosun were red-faced, standing before the radar navigation screen. When they saw the boss and the captain walk in, they pointed angrily at the display.

"Captain, they’re still in our fishing grounds. There are five crabbing boats now: the *South Wind*, the *Pirate*, the *Sun Never Sets*, the *Conqueror*, and the *Brown Bear*."

"Those bastards. Don’t they know the rules of crabbing?"

Alvin cursed as he went to the radar to check the distance between the vessels.

Feng Mountain walked over, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Five crabbing boat names had appeared around the *River Beach*’s coordinates. Looking at their tracks, their paths nearly overlapped with the *River Beach*’s.

This could only mean one thing: they were openly coming to steal their snow crabs.

He’d only been crabbing for four days, but in that time, he’d learned a lot about the business, including some of the unwritten rules.

One of them was that a crabbing boat had to find its own crab clusters and not steal another’s harvest. When a situation like this occurred, it could easily lead to conflict, even a battle between boats.

However, this was an unwritten rule. Whether a crabbing boat crew chose to abide by it was entirely up to them.

Alvin picked up the radio handset and hailed them on the public channel.

"*South Wind*, *Pirate*, *Sun Never Sets*, *Conqueror*, *Brown Bear*, you are in violation. You shouldn’t be in the *River Beach*’s fishing grounds. Please leave immediately."

A moment later, a response came over the public channel.

"Sorry, *River Beach*, the *South Wind* is having engine trouble. We can’t move. We need time for repairs."

"Yeah, the waves are too big. The *Sun Never Sets* is caught in a current and can’t move. We’ll leave as soon as the waves die down."

"*Conqueror*, engine failure. Can’t move."

"The *Brown Bear*’s crab trap fell into the sea. My God, we’re trying to retrieve it! We didn’t mean to enter your fishing grounds."

"Alvin, you damn cripple, I’m not leaving. I’m here to steal your snow crabs."

The responses from the five crabbing boats—especially the *Pirate*, whose captain clearly had a grudge with Alvin and didn’t even bother to hide his intentions—made everyone on the *River Beach*’s bridge tremble with rage.

"Bullshit!" Alvin’s face was ashen.

Engine trouble, getting caught by the waves—it was all just excuses.

They were just after the *River Beach*’s fishing grounds.

「Meanwhile.」

The five smaller crabbing boats tossed on the waves. On a private radio channel, their five captains were chatting excitedly.

"Kevin, we just pulled up one of the *River Beach*’s crab traps. God as my witness, I’ve never seen so many Gray-eyed Snow Crabs."

"Haha, I got one too! A single crab trap is worth at least 6,000 US Dollars."

"The *River Beach* must have found a Gray-eyed Snow Crab den. I was wondering why there weren’t many snow crabs this season. Turns out they were all hiding here."

"What now? That cripple Alvin has already spotted us."

"So what if he spotted us? We paid for our snow crab quotas too."

"Ignore him. Let’s keep our boats ’broken.’ I’m about to load my crab traps with double the bait."

"I’ve got double-headed zinc hooks on my boat. The undercurrent will push my crab traps right into the middle of the *River Beach*’s."

"Haha, you guys are so devious. I love it! Franklin is waving at us."

...

「Aboard the *River Beach*.」

When the crew learned that nearby crabbing boats were taking advantage of the situation to rob them blind, the air filled with curses.

Messing with a man’s livelihood was as good as killing his parents.

They wanted nothing more than to use the *River Beach* to ram those bastards and sink them all.

"Captain, spotted an unfamiliar buoy!" A crew member on the deck outside the bridge, who was responsible for monitoring the other vessels, was looking through binoculars. He suddenly leaned over the railing and shouted, pointing in a specific direction.

’An unfamiliar buoy?’

Everyone rushed to the side of the boat. A bright red buoy bobbed in the churning waves. The *River Beach*’s buoys were bright yellow, so this one definitely belonged to another crabbing boat.

"Go, pull it up!" Alvin’s expression was grim.

A crewman threw a hook, snagged the red buoy, and dragged it onto the deck. He attached it to the coiler, and a moment later, the crab trap was hauled aboard.

The nameplate on the crab trap read *Pirate*. Although the trap was empty, the double-headed zinc hooks and the oversized bait bag were clearly meant for stealing snow crabs.

"Shit! The *Pirate*! I’m gonna kill him!"

"Bastards, how could they do something like this?"

"Sons of bitches, they’re breaking the code! Captain, let’s just ram them!"

Seeing the disgusting trick used on the crab trap, the crew instantly unleashed a torrent of curses directed at the other crews’ families.

At this moment, if Alvin didn’t take a stand, he wouldn’t deserve to be the captain of the *River Beach*.

"First Mate, go with the bosun to the gun locker and get the rifles."

"Crab Legs, Blowtorch, Sea Dog, Ice Cube, you four, with me!" The First Mate called out four crew members’ nicknames. The group headed into the boat’s interior.

When they reappeared, each man was holding an AR-15. The First Mate took out two pistols. "Captain. Boss."

Feng Mountain took the pistol. Racking the slide, he saw it was loaded and ready to fire. Seeing the ferocious looks on the faces of the armed crewmen, he frowned and asked.

"What, are we going to have a firefight? I can take two of the boats. Can you handle the other three?"

He wasn’t afraid of a fight, and he was clearly in the right here.

But they were up against five boats, with at least six men on each. If they didn’t clean up the mess completely, the trouble it would cause if word got out would be enormous.

Besides, in a shootout at sea, a few crummy semi-automatics and two pistols weren’t nearly enough firepower to gain suppression.

Before his words had even faded, everyone on deck was staring at Feng Mountain with a strange look.

’I had a feeling there was something unusual about the boss’s background.’

’But I never thought he’d be this ruthless.’

Alvin quickly coughed twice. "Boss, the guns are for shooting their buoys, not for... targeting the boats."

Ha! 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

’So it’s just target practice! You should have said so earlier!’

’Everyone looked so murderous, it got me all worked up for nothing.’

Feng Mountain gave a few awkward laughs and walked to the ship’s rail, pretending to look for buoys to cover his embarrassment.

The crew members started whispering to Alvin. The boss’s aura just now had been so intense that no one doubted for a second that he meant what he said.

"Captain, isn’t the boss a Sheriff? How come he feels more like a gang member?"

"The boss couldn’t be... in the mob, right?"

"Dear God, I really thought the boss was about to kill everyone on those five boats."

"Damn, I never would have guessed. The boss is a real badass."

’Forget you guys, even I didn’t see that coming.’

Alvin coughed a few more times. "Alright, First Mate, take your men and find those bastards’ buoys. The rest of you, get ready to haul the traps. It’s a bit early, but if the pot lines get tangled, we’ll lose even more."

"Move it!!"

With the captain’s command, the *River Beach* began to operate like a well-oiled machine.

The crewmen went to their stations and began the busy process of hauling the traps.

Feng Mountain stood at the rail, watching the sea for any buoys that might appear. His plan was simple: if it wasn’t yellow, he’d shoot it to pieces.

Although he was absolutely confident the snow crabs wouldn’t enter those other boats’ crab traps, it still infuriated him that they had so brazenly dropped them in his fishing grounds.

Just then.

A red buoy appeared.

Feng Mountain raised his hand and fired, hitting the buoy precisely. Unfortunately, the pistol round was too weak. From a distance of over a hundred meters, it barely damaged the plastic buoy.

After a few more shots, the buoy was still floating steadily on the surface.

The *River Beach* couldn’t get any closer, as the buoy lines could easily get tangled in the propeller, which would interfere with their own hauling operation.

BANG BANG BANG!!

Beside him, the First Mate and the four crewmen also raised their AR-15s and started shooting at the buoy. The rifle rounds had enough power, but their marksmanship was terrible. After a full volley, they hadn’t even grazed it.

"Give me a rifle." Feng Mountain couldn’t stand to watch anymore. ’Letting you guys shoot at it is a complete waste of bullets.’

Taking the AR-15 a crewman handed him, Feng Mountain shouldered it and squeezed the trigger repeatedly.

Half a magazine’s worth of bullets flew out.

The buoy on the water was hit again and again. Its plastic shell shattered, and it was swallowed by the waves.

"Boss, you’re amazing!"

"That was some damn fine shooting."

The First Mate and the crewmen showered him with compliments. And it was true—firing from the deck of a rocking crabbing boat drastically reduced accuracy.

A look of satisfaction spread across Feng Mountain’s face. He glanced at the busy deck. "Leave one person here to load magazines for me. The rest of you, go help out. I’ll take care of these buoys."

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