Chapter 112 Bandaging

Wu Tianzhen never imagined that after braving the waves, fighting the Golden Scale Fish, and making a heroic entrance with heroic aspirations and a sense of facing death, as if stepping on a rainbow, he would be stripped of his driver's license upon arrival! Was this reasonable? It was unreasonable! "It's not fair, Fatty. You can't just strike me down for a minor mistake!" Wu Tianzhen tried to salvage his right to captain the ship. "Damn it!" Fatty, having barely climbed back onto the boat, exhausted and collapsing on the deck, replied, "You call that a minor mistake?!" "Young Master Tianzhen, if you had made any more mistakes, my head would have been knocked into the sky by you!" "Uh..." Wu Tianzhen felt a bit guilty. In his frenzy, he hadn't really noticed Fatty's head emerging from the mist. Fatty, not hearing Wu Tianzhen's reply, found it a bit strange. Just as he was about to get up and check, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. "Huh?" He flipped over like a fat pig, lying down on the deck, and sniffed carefully. "Why does it smell like alcohol?" Just then, Zhang Qiling and Hei Yanjing climbed onto the boat after Fatty. Unlike Fatty, who was already intimately acquainted with the deck, Zhang Qiling's physical condition was excellent, and he wasn't very tired. Therefore, he immediately noticed something was amiss with Wu Tianzhen. ...His clothes were disheveled, with a faint smell of burning, his posture was tilted, he dared not put any weight on his left leg, and his hands were inexplicably clasped behind his back, as if he were afraid they would be seen. "Wow~" Hei Yanjing looked around with his arms crossed, a smile of amusement on his face. With his excellent eyesight, he spotted a smear of flesh on the side of the boat, casually scraped some with his dagger, and then walked back to clap Zhang Qiling on the shoulder. "Mute, it seems things were quite lively here while we were away~" Zhang Qiling glanced at the remains of the Golden Scale Fish on the tip of his knife. With his experience, he instantly connected it to the scorch marks on the boat. His expression didn't change much, but Hei Yanjing, having worked with the mute for a long time, could tell from a single glance that Zhang Qiling was displeased. Indeed, Zhang Qiling didn't say anything further. He walked directly towards Wu Tianzhen and yanked the hands he was hiding behind his back. ...They were scorched by fire and had not been treated promptly, now they were red and blistered. "Why didn't you treat them." "Uh, this..." Wu Tianzhen had never seen Zhang Qiling angry. In his memory, Little Zhang had always been good-tempered (and easy to bully). Seeing him like this suddenly, Little Wu shivered, wishing he could fall to his knees and recite an eight-thousand-word self-criticism. Just then, Fatty also finally noticed something was wrong. Little Zhang's tone was too serious. He "sat up in bed, gravely ill," and was shocked to discover Wu Tianzhen's condition. "Damn! What the hell is going on?!" He rushed forward, Fatty furious, "Tianzhen, what happened to you? Who did this?!" "Damn it, let him come out, I'll skin and dismember him right now!!" Wu Tianzhen: ...Although, those Golden Scale Fish were probably all burnt to ashes, leaving no skin or tendons behind. "I'm fine, really fine!" Wu Tianzhen tried to calm the agitated Fatty, but as he looked, he saw the wound on Fatty's arm. Although it was simply bandaged, it was useless; blood was still gushing out. "Fatty, you have such a big gash, let me bandage it for you!" "Oh, Fatty is tough, you bandage yourself first!" "Fatty, you first!" "Tianzhen, you first!" "You first, you first!!" ... "You two," Zhang Qiling suddenly raised his hands and grabbed the two injured men who were stubbornly yielding. His expression was unreadable, but his skin tone had visibly paled. This paler complexion made the eyes under his hood appear even darker. Stared at by such eyes, Fatty and Wu Tianzhen instantly shut their mouths, so quickly that they almost bit their tongues. Then, Zhang Qiling's lower sentence finally came— "Both of you, *bandage them*." Wu Tianzhen and Fatty: ...Why is his hood still so secure after diving? Is it glued on?! ...Although a little scared, why did they feel like laughing so much? ...If they couldn't help but laugh out loud now, would Little Brother kill them? So, under the intimidating gaze of the terrifying Little Zhang, Wu Tianzhen and Fatty sat obediently like kindergarten children, and Zhang Qiling bandaged their wounds. During this process, Hei Yanjing kept providing "Hahahaha" laughter, and this instigator even rummaged through the cabin for a camera and took several photos of the three of them from all angles. According to him, such a scene of "Mute suppressing his elders and resisting the oppression of the feudal patriarchal family" was a rare sight in a century, and if he didn't take photos today, he wouldn't be able to sleep. Wu Tianzhen: ...Why don't you just die of sleepiness!! Little Wu and Little Fatty both wanted to jump up and give the hateful Little Black a heavy blow, but every time they moved slightly, they would meet Zhang Qiling's death stare. Zhang Qiling: Stare— Little Wu and Little Fatty (immediately sat back, completely devoid of dignity): Please continue, please continue! So Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes again and carefully and meticulously tied the end of the bandage. He had some thoughts he wanted to share with these two, but neither he nor Little Brother's memory contained any suitable words or experiences for this situation. So he just stared silently at the tied bandage, lost in thought, and then drifted off into a daze. He remained as still as a mountain, as if he had transcended the mundane world, but Wu Tianzhen and Fatty in front of him were extremely restless, feeling like sitting on pins and needles. ...So why did Little Brother stop moving? Could they move now? Their legs were going numb!! ...Damn it, Hei Yanjing, can you stop laughing, you lunatic!!! Fortunately, Zhang Qiling was soon awakened by Hei Yanjing's arrogant shutter clicks. He gave Hei Yanjing a "you're dead" look, then turned and gazed deeply at Wu Tianzhen and Fatty for a moment, stood up, pulled down his hood, and left without saying anything. As the mechanism of the giant whale was retracted, it entered a state of brief stagnation again. Zhang Qiling didn't know if it would surface again, but to be safe, he went to the cockpit to steer the boat away from the water above the giant whale. "Are you angry, Mute?" Hei Yanjing, for some reason, followed him into the cockpit and leaned against the wall in a casual posture. "Actually, I don't quite understand what you're thinking," Hei Yanjing said suddenly, looking at Zhang Qiling's back. Zhang Qiling expected him to continue, but found that Hei Yanjing had stopped and turned to look. This man, who always appeared dissolute, was now holding up one of his hands and examining it closely. ...That hand was healthy and strong, very young. Shifting his gaze back to the control panel, Zhang Qiling suddenly didn't want to hear any more words. The atmosphere in the cockpit became tense, and the two stood back to back in silent stillness. After a long time— "You know, they will all die someday."