Damn it, you want to eat me? I'll kill you first!

Tom was daydreaming about his future happy life when suddenly, his body tensed up.

He thought something had bitten him, but when he looked, it turned out Grace had somehow stealthily swum underneath him.

"Damn!" Tom cursed silently to himself.

Grace was really too bold.

"Hey, where's Grace?" Evelyn noticed that Grace had disappeared just as she turned around and quickly asked.

"I'm here." With a splash, Grace surfaced and waved at Evelyn.

"Grace, I found a lot of sea snails over here on the seabed. Hurry over, let's see who can collect more," Evelyn called out to Grace.

"Okay, I'm coming." Grace responded, but before swimming over, she first approached Tom and whispered, "Tom, was that thrilling just now?"

"Thrilling what!" Tom rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, Tom, you're not mad, are you?" Grace asked with a giggly smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not that petty," Tom replied, not amused.

"Tom, just bear with it a little longer. I'll be waiting for you in the grove tonight. Whatever you want to do to me then, I'll agree," Grace said, throwing a seductive glance at Tom before deliberately swimming backstroke towards Evelyn.

"Damn, tonight I'll definitely show you what I'm made of!" Grace's teasing had Tom's blood boiling. If Evelyn weren't there, he would have shown Grace his mettle right then and there.

But since Grace had said she'd wait for him tonight, he could wait a bit longer.

After all, tonight he wasn't going to play the gentleman anymore.

As Evelyn and Grace went off to collect sea snails, Tom headed towards the coral reef in front.

The visibility in the water was pretty good today, with various colorful fish swimming around the coral reef.

If he had a fishing net, Tom could easily catch over a hundred pounds of fish, but unfortunately, he only had a makeshift spear made from a branch, and his chances of hitting a fish were less than one in ten.

Luckily, there were plenty of fish in the sea, so a miss just meant another chance.

After shooting for half an hour, Tom had already caught two fish.

"Hey, seaweed!" As Tom continued to search for bigger fish in the water, a large patch of seaweed caught his eye.

Tom surfaced to catch his breath, then dove back in, pulled out his knife, and began cutting the seaweed.

Bang!

Suddenly, Tom felt as if he had been hit by a car, his bones nearly dislocated.

Enduring the pain in his waist, Tom turned his head and was shocked to find a shark had approached him without notice!

Seeing the shark open its gaping mouth and charge at him again, Tom was startled.

Being in the water, Tom had nowhere to escape, so he simply raised his knife and stabbed towards the shark.

Swoosh!

The sharp tip of the knife instantly sliced through the shark's skin, but this also enraged the shark.

With a flick of its tail, the shark charged at Tom again.

"Damn it, you want to eat me? I'll kill you first!"

Realizing he was clearly the prey, Tom steeled himself and engaged in a fierce battle with the shark.

As he stabbed the shark, its head also slammed into his chest.

The shark was powerful, and the impact nearly broke Tom's ribs.

Enduring the pain, Tom quickly swam towards the surface to catch his breath.

But the shark was relentless, intent on tearing him to shreds.

After taking a deep breath of air, Tom dove back into the water and turned to face the shark, which was already upon him, and stabbed it again.

With a thud, Tom's chest was struck again, but fortunately, his knife also pierced the shark's left gill.

Tom pulled hard, opening a wound about 4 inches long on the shark, and a large amount of blood instantly gushed out, turning the water red!

The injured shark twisted in agony, momentarily forgetting to attack Tom.

Seizing the opportunity, Tom didn't plan to let the shark go. He took his chance and fiercely stabbed the knife into the shark's eye.

The shark, as if gone mad, began to swim frantically.

The knife seemed to be stuck in the shark's muscles, and for a moment, Tom couldn't pull it out. He was dragged through the water by the shark.

After about two minutes, the shark's speed finally slowed down.

Seizing this moment, Tom forcefully pulled out the knife and repeatedly stabbed the shark in the head, plunging the knife seven or eight times in quick succession.

With that, the shark's life finally came to an end.

As the shark died, its body slowly began to sink to the seabed.

Exhausted, Tom quickly surfaced and gasped for fresh air.

"Tom, where are you?"

"Tom, please respond to us."

"Tom, can you hear me?"

Just as Tom surfaced, he heard Evelyn and Grace's anxious calls.

"I'm here," Tom replied after catching his breath.

Hearing Tom's voice, Evelyn and Grace immediately turned their heads and realized Tom was dozens of meters behind them.

They quickly swam towards Tom.

"I was so scared, I thought something had happened to you," Evelyn said, relieved to see Tom unharmed.

"Tom, why didn't you respond to us just now, and what's with the blood in the water?" Grace asked urgently.

They had seen the water suddenly turn blood red and were terrified that something dreadful had happened to Tom.

"A shark tried to eat me, but I killed it. That blood is its," Tom explained briefly.

"I thought you were injured," Evelyn said, relieved.

Although Tom spoke lightly, she could imagine the danger of the situation.

Only Tom could handle such a situation,if it had been one of them, they might now be shark food.

"Wait for me, I'll get the shark's body out," Tom said, then dove back into the water and threaded a rope through the shark's gills that he had tied around his waist.

Fortunately, the shark had just died, and with the help of the water's buoyancy, it took all of Tom's strength to pull it to the surface.

Afterward, Evelyn and Grace quickly came over to help, and it took the three of them about fifteen minutes to drag the shark's body to shore.