Chapter 9: Power Struggle (Part 1)

Tang Zheng's grilling skills were far from adequate, the two fish were burnt to a crisp, two were undercooked, only one was just right, but a fish weighing three to four pounds was enough to fill his stomach. He cut off a piece of meat with his straight knife, stuffed it into his mouth, and a burst of wild deliciousness quickly spread from his taste buds before he even began to chew.

"Damn, that's good." The meat was so fresh that Tang Zheng was enjoying every bite. The sea breeze blew over, and even if he were near the campfire, he couldn't resist the cold. From his backpack, he took out a bottle of vodka, which was for warmth and disinfection. After drinking a small mouthful, its spiciness made him wince.

"Old Maozi's stuff, no ordinary person could enjoy it." Tang Zheng murmured as he took out an insect repellent spray from his backpack and sprayed a lot around the tent. Though he doubted its effectiveness, as the sea breeze would likely clear it all away within thirty minutes.