Before the Red Tide surged in, any craft could easily leave the harbor, the small islands.
But after the Red Tide, everything returned to its original place.
Having been delayed on shore for some time, Wang Rui had sped up his driving to reach his usual fishing spot.
"This is it, first use these bags of blood for baiting." Wang Rui, familiar with the process, poked several holes in the bags of blood and then tossed them into the sea.
The scent of blood dispersed under the water, quickly attracting swarms of luminescent fish.
As these fish fought over the food, darting about like bullets, the danger was not just from falling in and being torn apart, but also from them suddenly leaping out of the water to attack the people on the boat, no different than bullets spraying over in a hail of gunfire.
Beyond the school of fish, there were some dark, shadowy figures with enormous mouths that could swallow dozens of pounds of fish in a single gulp.
