area51novel Chapter 659 - 656: Neither of the two chapters are ready today...
Chapter 659 - 656: Neither of the two chapters are ready today...
Finish the edits by two o’clock.
Hunters in the hunting season, fishermen in the pork season, Étienne flying to Tokyo, Morishita Suji arriving in Alaska, Bosen walking out of Taiji Town Police Department, and Jerret busily producing the final cut of the film.
Everyone was headed towards their goals.
Huge footprints were imprinted in the deep furrows of the track, fresh enough to suggest the Black Bear must be nearby.
Sato’s muscles bulged as he ran through the woods, giving it everything he had, fighting for every breath.
The forty-something Sato felt a resurgence of youthful vigor, even as his lungs burned like they were on fire, he was determined to get ahead.
Sato leaped onto a large rock, rolling as he landed.
The surrounding leaves rustled in the breeze.
Bi Fang released his grip, and the scattered Black Bear fur floated away with the wind; he had memorized the scent.
That Black Bear had to be nearby.
"Clearly, when it comes to the topic of whaling, it’s easy for everyone to get emotional. We have never been given a compelling reason to prove that these species are in any way special."
Morishita Suji, unruffled by the reporters’ barrage of questions, even had time to adjust his tie while walking.
A few reporters trotted alongside, mics in hand, questioning as they ran, "Do you mean... Is that true?"
"Yes, it’s true."
"Mr. Morishita, I hear that this year Japan plans to resume its Antarctic whaling program. Is this true? Does Japan really kill far more whales than its quota each year for scientific re
So all the traps for the black bear were set.
Suddenly, he stepped forward, pivoting his body, drawing his sword with the rotational force of his waist.
Once he burst forth, all the soreness in his body disappeared, as if he were back to his younger days.
Sato bellowed, like a warrior clad in armor, unstoppable.
Evening.
When Bi Fang emerged from the woods with his spear, the setting sun draped over his shoulders.
Without a doubt, Bi Fang had won.
After he had successfully hunted the brown bear that was enjoying its feast, the outcome of the entire competition was no longer in question.
Even though Sato had lost an arm, he still lost.
All one hundred quotas were used up, and in this hunt, Bi Fang’s total score was one hundred and three point seven, crushing everyone with a three-digit lead.
"Sigh."
Having won first place in the competition, Bi Fang felt no joy in his heart, only a deep fatigue. It was finally over, thankfully over.
He declined the staff’s offer to escort him back to town and instead walked alone through the forest until he finally emerged from the mountains.
The setting sun cast oblique rays, and there were few pedestrians on the road, which was shrouded in a dark gold hue, the long shadows blending indistinctly with the earth.
Streetlights lit up one by one, wrapped in a grey mist, looking like pearls floating in a grey sea, each pearl imprisoning a sea nymph.
Bi Fang found a public bench and plopped down on it.
At this moment, he didn’t want to say anything, nor did he wish to.
The water was crimson, boundless, slowly rolling its waves.
Richard had told Bi Fang that he often had a dream where he waded through water.
The water was the same crimson color, but where Bi Fang saw red-gold, Richard described it as red-blood.
Richard told Bi Fang that he couldn’t remember when he started his treacherous journey, nor how long he had been wandering. It seemed endless, with nowhere to rest, not even a single rock in sight.
A faint firelight appeared ahead as if from a lighthouse. Accompanying the firelight was the sound of water, the gentle lapping of the waves interspersed with the splashes of frolicking dolphins.
When Richard reached the source of the light, he found no island or lighthouse, only a burning cross in the water, with rusty chains binding a man to it.
"Who’s on top?"
Richard’s gaze was distant as if he saw that scene once again, "It’s me."
The dying sun blazed like fire.
[So beautiful!]
[First place!]
[Master Fang has always been amazing.]
[I feel like Master Fang has gotten stronger.]
The number of bullet comments in the livestream had lessened, as though many viewers were likewise immersed in the scenery.
[Taiji Town has issued a notice.]
[Hahaha, it must be those few people.]
[Old Fang warned them already, but they’re lucky it only happened now.]
The screams and bloodshed had already made the viewers aware of the cause and effect.
Speaking of which, it was related to Bi Fang as well.
Before leaving, the staff told Bi Fang that the previous screams had come from a group of mountain people, the same ones who had seen Bi Fang and Mugalen carrying the jade down the mountain.
They entered the great mountains seeking a chance to strike it rich overnight but didn’t expect to find a brown bear feasting instead of jade.
Had the bear not been well-fed, the situation might have been worse.
It seems they still didn’t heed Bi Fang’s advice.
Such is human nature.
Bi Fang sat on the bench, letting the sea breeze blow over him. Half an hour passed without him saying a word. Impressively, millions of viewers actually accompanied him watching the sunset for half an hour until the sky turned completely dark.
If he followed the plan, Bi Fang should be buying a ticket to leave immediately. Otherwise, a few days later at the Whaling Commission, the exposure of the Dolphin Bay documentary would put him in a highly disadvantageous position.
But looking at the pitch-black sea, Bi Fang suddenly changed his mind.
He was never one to play by the rules.
He wanted to stay, to do one last thing.