Sky-cracking Rider

The boss of Louis Industrial Company was baiting a hook as he said, "What are you afraid of?" "Oh, nothing, nothing!" Chen Fei picked up the fishing rod handed to him. Although he had never fished before, by observing the other person's techniques, it seemed manageable. He flicked the rod open, threaded the line, and cast off with a swoosh—off you go! Plunk! The sound of the hook hitting the water echoed in the distance, rippling the shimmering surface. Louis Landon reminded, "You forgot to put bait on!" Chen Fei startled, remembered indeed that was the case. In his fluster, he had thrown the empty hook into the water, the sharp barb bare of any bait. He hastily reeled the line back in, and just then, the tip of the rod dipped, a faint resistance transmitting through it. Damn, are these fish dumb? Biting on an empty hook! He quickly reeled in, and with a splash, water sprayed onto the dock's planks as a two-foot-long fish was hauled up. "Uh!" Louis Landon looked over in surprise, thinking this could actually work. Could this be the legendary beginner's luck, where the fish disregard all rules and bite directly? "Luck, just luck!" Chen Fei grasped the fish by the gills and removed the bare hook. Spotting a fish guard half-submerged in the water, he stuffed it in, thinking he might add a dish later. The big boss of Louis Industrial Company said sourly, "Hmm, enviable luck." He had been sitting desolately all morning, throwing several dozen pounds of bait into fish nests, yet the fish that bit were few and far between—the longest barely a foot and no more than five in number. The young man had barely dipped an empty hook into the water, yet in a blink, he hauled up a large one, nearly bursting the guard. A few more like that, and the fish guard hanging in the water would certainly be overwhelmed. "Hehe!" Chen Fei smiled. This time, he remembered to bait the hook with a small dough ball. There were three types of bait: dough, meat chunks, and simulation bait. Then he cast the line again. "Fishing requires calmness, the hook shouldn't sink in the water, it should move, fish like it alive…" He hadn't finished the word "food" when Louis Landon suddenly saw Chen Fei's line go taut, a big one below the surface dragging the hook swiftly away. Good lord! With a swoosh. Chen Fei just pressed the line reel when the huge fish he caught was halted and leaped to the surface, seemingly bigger than the first. The fish crashed back into the water, creating a heavy, thudding sound. "…" The bigwig felt that this "Rookie" was not just lucky but had real fateful fortune. "There are quite a few fish here!" Chen Fei hadn't expected his first try at fishing to continually land big catches. Two fish for an added dish was truly a feast—one fried, one grilled. "Once you're past the beginner protection period, you'll be just like me!" Thinking of his own time, just like Chen Fei, starting with back-to-back catches and boasting as an expert, yet garnering fewer as time passed, Louis Landon's heart settled again. With a swoosh, another big fish was pulled from the water. Louis Landon's eyes popped as he took a deep breath and stared at his bobber, saying, "You can leave now." The bobbing float on the water remained utterly still. Letting the opponent continue with such fortune, this bigwig was likely facing the contemptuous gaze of the minor characters—did this young man really deserve it? Better get far away quickly. "Huh?" Chen Fei still wanted to catch a few more, to make the extra meal even more abundant. His neck tightened as if someone lifted him, suddenly moving his perspective far away. By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing on the shore. Turning back, there was still no one! There were shadows of a few people lurking nearby, seemingly immobile, completely unknowing who had done it. Damn! No wonder the bigwig sat fishing alone by the water, daring to let such a stranger sit next to him. If he dared harbor any crooked ideas, would he be reincarnated in the next second? "I was just about to tell you, Mien Solo's actions are his own and do not represent the stance of Louis Industries." Louis Landon didn't look back, waving his hand as his voice carried far into Chen Fei's ears. Who is Mien Solo? Chen Fei was baffled, wondering why he couldn't understand what the bigwig was saying. The next second, he found himself farther from the shore, the bigwig of Louis Industries already a hundred meters away, his hand weighed down as he looked down. Three large fish were strung together with a grass rope, somehow placed into his hand, still twitching with life. "Hey hey hey, don't push, don't push!" A wave of complaints was heard, and he saw the "Plagiarist Ghost" being shoved over. "'Plagiarist Ghost,' your leg?" Chen Fei looked at the other's left leg with suspicion; it seemed unscathed, as if it had never been crushed by his foot. "There you go! Look, good as new!" The "Plagiarist Ghost" proudly shook his left leg, hopping on the spot a few times, only to suddenly notice Chen Fei approaching with a menacing look in his eyes. "Eh? Damn it, what, what are you doing, don't come closer! Ah... my leg!" "Look how capable you are!" Chen Fei, holding a fish in one hand, swept the other to the ground with his foot. The "Plagiarist Ghost" unsurprisingly broke his leg again, rolling on the ground while clutching it. Attaching his leg back on was a redundant act, and Chen Fei was not the least bit grateful for it. As a captive, it's better to be honestly immobilized. "You, you are a devil!" The "Plagiarist Ghost" glared at Chen Fei while gasping in pain. Having his leg broken twice in a row, this kind of tragedy could hold a grudge for a lifetime. "Pot calling the kettle black, you're the Plagiarist Ghost!" Chen Fei scoffed; this verbal fight was meaningless. He sized up the other and said, "What about your special ability? Has it recovered?" Chen Fei's Metal Elemental Psychic Power was not affected by the Supernatural Ability Suppressant, and of course, he had no idea whether an antidote had been administered. The "Plagiarist Ghost" said in exasperation, "No, how could it!" "That's good, let's get going!" Chen Fei bent down, grabbed the other person's collar, and dragged him away, one hand with the fish and one with the captive—enjoying managing both tasks. "Get going? Where? Hey, hey, explain yourself, ouch... easy, my leg!" The "Plagiarist Ghost" was truly scared of this ruthless devil; once bereft of his special ability, he was less than nothing, devoid of any capacity to resist or fight back, completely powerless. Chen Fei dragged the squealing "Plagiarist Ghost" onto a nearby Hover Infantry Armored Vehicle and greeted the waiting armed personnel. "Take us to the Comprehensive Center, thanks!" Not planning to stay for a meal and having returned the captive meant that the big boss wouldn't make things difficult for him, making it through a risky situation unscathed and thus he could finally relax. The cabin doors closed, and the compartment slightly moved, smoothly beginning to hover. Fifteen minutes later, the artificial intelligence AI "Adam" suddenly announced that the civilian communications channel had been restored. Chen Fei took out his phone, and sure enough, there was a deluge of messages, text and missed calls. No need to check the text messages, easy to guess what they were about. He dialed back the missed call number. Just after the ringtone sounded once, Miyoshi Monk's voice, along with a slew of questions, bombarded him. "Hey, 'Rookie,' are you still alive? Where have you been? Why are you only calling me now?" The sudden loss of contact had given Miyoshi Xuesen a bad feeling. Lately, the Huntsman Squad had been facing a slew of misfortunes; some members died or were incapacitated, and the newcomers weren't a match in skills or team chemistry, hardly a strong addition. Finally encountering an old teammate with good coordination, Miyoshi Monk genuinely did not wish for Chen Fei to encounter any mishaps; otherwise, he would lack a dependable person again. Chen Fei tested the waters, saying, "Of course I'm still alive, went fishing just now, believe it?" "I believe you're lying!" The normally calm and confident Monk finally couldn't help but lose his composure. Going to capture someone and absurdly ending up fishing—relaying this tale certainly required someone to believe it! "Wait for me at the Comprehensive Center, I'll be there soon." Chen Fei reassured him, sparing the Monk unnecessary worry. "The person? Did he escape again? This guy is pretty hard to capture; next time it'll be even tougher." Miyoshi Xuesen speculated that with continuous mishaps during the capture, the "Plagiarist Ghost" would surely seize the chance to escape, and "Rookie" would likely return empty-handed. "No, captured him, he's right at my feet." Chen Fei gave the Monk some good news. "What? You caught him? Sss…" Miyoshi Xuesen deeply inhaled, as fortune turned in their favor, he spoke again, "You really helped a lot this time." Who would have thought, amid so many mishaps and uncertainties, Chen Fei managed to successfully capture the "Plagiarist Ghost"? If it were the other rookies from the Huntsman Squad, it'd probably have been a fruitless endeavor. "No big deal, don't worry, he won't be running anywhere this time." Chen Fei nudged with his shoe the once again handcuffed hands of the. "Are you the devil then? I can only hop on one leg, not run!" The "Plagiarist Ghost" heard Chen Fei talking to someone, furiously screaming in outrage until a big fish smacked him in a fishy kiss, numbing his senses. If he could, he would have lashed out long ago. Half an hour later, the Hover Infantry Armored Vehicle pulled into the Comprehensive Center at "Abyssal Gladiatorial" on Chen Fei's directive and stopped. Miyoshi Monk was standing there with a few people, looking baffled as they observed the sovereignty active tactical vehicle stop in front of them. As the rear hatch opened, Chen Fei casually got out, a fish in one hand, and a captive in the other. "This..." The Monk didn't bother looking at the incessantly complaining "Plagiarist Ghost"; instead, his eyes intensely focused on the item Chen Fei was carrying in his other hand. Three large fish dangled limply from a grass rope. So... he really did go fishing?! Capturing a fugitive, but running off to catch fish halfway through; such an absurd tactic was beyond comprehension. Where on earth did he catch those fish?