The straight-line distance from the Crown Territory to Saint Paul Island was 1,467 kilometers.

Even at the P750’s speed of 300 kilometers per hour, after factoring in time for refueling, they wouldn’t reach Saint Paul Island until the afternoon.

Fortunately, Feng Mountain wasn’t flying the *Carnation*, his off-road plane, where he’d be squeezed into a narrow cockpit with no room to stretch his legs. The P750’s aviation seats were incredibly comfortable.

They flew over land and out into the Bering Sea.

After a swift flight, they arrived in the skies over Saint Paul Island. Through the plane’s window, the vast island stretched out below.

It was Su Ziweng’s first time seeing Saint Paul Island, and he gazed out the window at the vast expanse below.

Waves crashed against the shore, kicking up white spray. The island’s mountains rolled in undulating hills, covered in lush, green vegetation that cloaked it like a magnificent garment.

Sea dogs and seals lay packed together on the gray limestone beaches.

Guided by the airport staff over the radio, the P750 landed smoothly on the runway.

Immediately, a pickup truck sped over to the side of the plane.

The roar of its engine shattered the airport’s quiet, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The driver who stepped out of the truck was the same energetic young man from before—the "20 US Dollars" guy.

Seeing Su Ziweng and Young Master Xu disembark, the young man hurried to greet them, his voice filled with passion and expectation.

"Gentlemen, need a ride? 20 US Dollars per person. I can take you to the best hotel on the island."

"Is that so? Give us a minute," Feng Mountain said, stepping out from behind the other two, wrapped in a fur coat.

The young man saw someone was trying to mess up his business and was instantly annoyed. ’Great, a troublemaker.’

’I thought this deal was in the bag, but now someone’s trying to cut in.’

However, when he looked up, his expression immediately changed to one of pleasant surprise. His eyes lit up with excitement, as if he were looking at his idol.

"My God, look who it is! Mr. Feng! The owner of the *River Beach*, the crabbing legend of the year! I’ll drive you for free."

"Why didn’t you say you were coming to Saint Paul Island? My name is Brook. I’m an experienced Crab Fisherman; working at the airport is just my part-time job. I’m dying to get back to the crabbing life, to get out on the Bering Sea again. Please, could you give me a spot on the *River Beach*?"

"Sorry, Captain Alvin is in charge of hiring. I’m just here to look around." Feng Mountain frowned slightly.

The blunt reply made the light in Brook’s eyes dim instantly.

Feng Mountain pulled four 20 US Dollar bills from his wallet. "Take care of my plane. Fill it up with fuel, and make sure to give it the premium maintenance service. And while you’re at it, drive me home. You know where it is, right?"

The young man took the bills, unable to hide the disappointment on his face. "Of course. Your place has practically become a holy land for Crab Fishermen. It’s more popular than the church. Everyone goes to the cabin to pray before heading out to sea."

What!

Feng Mountain was completely baffled.

’Alvin never mentioned this.’

He led the others into the pickup truck.

Yves would have to stay the night on Saint Paul Island and fly back to the Crown Territory the next day. After all, a long flight was draining, both physically and mentally.

Master Xu and Su Ziweng squeezed into the back row.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Feng Mountain gazed at the familiar limestone road and asked nonchalantly, "I heard those five boats from the *Pirate* fleet ran into some trouble?"

"Ha! You bet. Best news of 2017. Better than Christmas."

"Those five crabbing boats have a terrible reputation. They’d short the Crab Fishermen’s pay, steal fishing grounds from other boats, spread false information on purpose, and collude with the buyers to drive down the price of crab."

"This time, they took a huge fall. The *Pirate* owed an advance to the buyer, and since they didn’t catch any snow crab, they had to give up the boat to cover the debt. The other four boats didn’t fare much better—they nearly went bankrupt. I also heard the crews are suing their captains for unpaid wages."

Brook’s reply was full of glee. He laughed, slapping the steering wheel, clearly feeling no sympathy for the *Pirate*’s fleet. Then, he couldn’t help but turn to look at Feng Mountain.

"Word is the *River Beach* was behind it, right?"

Feng Mountain shook his head with a straight face. "You’d better watch the road. This has nothing to do with the *River Beach*—not even half a cent’s worth. It’s more likely they provoked a Russian crabbing boat out at sea. You know those Russian boats carry rocket launchers. Those guys are not people you want to mess with."

’Before I left, I specifically told Alvin not to let word get out about us screwing over those five crabbing boats. I told him to make sure the crew kept their mouths shut.’

’The rumor probably didn’t come from the *River Beach*. That only leaves the crews of those five other boats.’

He didn’t get a straight answer.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Brook’s face.

’Everyone on the island is saying the *River Beach* did it. How else could they come back from a trip with dozens of extra crab traps?’

’You have to register the number of crab traps with the Fish and Game Department every time a crabbing boat goes out. The *River Beach* came back with dozens of extra traps for no reason, while those five unlucky bastards were short a few hundred.’

’Any smart person could see something was up.’

But since Feng Mountain wouldn’t give a straight answer, Brook could only let his imagination run wild. ’He probably doesn’t want anyone to know the details.’ He then nodded, putting on a mysterious air.

"Don’t worry, I get it. Everyone on Saint Paul Island knows my mouth is like the vault door at the Federal Reserve. Information goes in, but it never comes out."

’Like hell you do.’

Feng Mountain couldn’t be bothered to deal with this motormouth.

’He’s as bad as that little chatterbox from back home in Fairbanks, Feng Jun.’

’Just thinking about his young compatriot brought to mind the image of someone who never, ever stopped talking.’

’He loved to talk, and he was so long-winded... sometimes it was really unbearable.’ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

’Then again, a personality like that is perfect for a tour guide at the camp.’