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Chapter 40 A man with the temperament of a leader, the Devouring Beast roars and howls.

Ten minutes ago.

Allen's fishing boat.

This fishing boat is a medium-sized civilian fishing vessel, 30 meters long, which is quite large among civilian fishing boats. It has a total of 17 crew members.

However, the crew members on this ship are not professional fishermen; they all came to work on this ship because of various difficulties in making a living.

Captain Oliver Allen was only 25 years old, younger than all the crew members, but he was not a rich playboy. On the contrary, he had the least money among all the crew members, and his only property was this fishing boat left to him by his parents.

Everyone who had worked on the ship respected this young man; no one would disobey his orders, as if he were born with leadership qualities.

The crew members who were pulling in the net were all smiles.

"Haha, what a great harvest today! We cast our nets all night and caught mullet."

"That's right, tonight's catch will keep us from going out to sea for at least a month."

"Haha, that's true, but the thought of not seeing Captain Allen for a month makes me a little sad."

A bearded man in his thirties, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at the blond youth who was chewing gum.

The blond young man was not particularly good-looking; one could say he was quite ordinary.

That was their respected captain. Their fishing boat, Alan, had more than forty crew members. Every time they went to sea, they would change the crew to ensure that each crew member could support their family.

These people all lack any marketable survival skills, but they love their families and are unwilling to send their children to social welfare institutions for care because of family reasons.

They are different from those bastards who run away in pursuit of freedom; they love their children and wives very much.

When they were desperate, they received charity from a pizza shop. After learning about their situation, the pizza shop owner introduced them to a fishing boat.

He had thought he would just be a crew member earning a meager wage.

Unexpectedly, Captain Allen, who was ten years younger than these middle-aged men, gave them all the money from selling the fish he caught, keeping only the cost of fuel and maintenance for himself.

"Captain Allen, with such a rich harvest this time, you should keep some for yourself."

"Yes, we don't need to give us all of it. We haven't even spent all the money we earned from our previous voyages."

"Captain Allen, you should take more money and find a gentle girl."

The crew members watched as Allen walked out of the cabin and said to each other.

"Captain Allen, everyone wants you to make money," the bearded man said heartily. In this country, only Captain Allen could have so many people begging him to take their money.

Alan chewed his gum: "No need, everyone. If you really think you have enough money, give it to the owner of Quentin's Pizza so he can help more homeless people."

At this point, Allen's voice rose, sounding somewhat dashing.

"Before I go back, I want to ask everyone: Do you love your families well?"

The crew members were used to such abrupt inquiries.

A middle-aged crew member laughed and said, "Of course, Captain. My rascal says I'm a great hero, haha. Every time we go back, he pesters me to tell him stories about my voyages, making me feel like a pirate."

Another crew member laughed and said, "That's nothing. My lovely daughter always runs to pick me up whenever she knows I'm coming back."

"Do you know what it feels like when your sweet daughter runs towards you and jumps into your arms? You guys who have sons have never experienced that, have you?"

Stop showing off, kid.

"That's good. If I find out you've abandoned your wives and children, don't blame me for kicking you off the ship," Allen joked with a laugh.

“Captain, your worries are unnecessary. My darling is waiting for me to bring her a gift when I get back. I’ve already thought of one.” “That’s good. You guys continue fishing. I’m going back to my cabin.” Allen said as he returned to his cabin, pressing his hand to his heart. The slight pain made him frown, but his face showed great happiness.

Because this is the father's heart.

Although his mother abandoned him and his father and ran off with another man when he was young, his father loved him very much.

The reason his mother ran away was because he had a congenital heart disease and needed to take medication for the rest of his life, which quickly depleted the family's money.

But his father didn't give up on him; instead, he kept encouraging him. His father was the best man in the world.

His father worked tirelessly to earn money so that he could be cured. Ten years ago, his father drove him to a hospital in London for treatment, but they were in a car accident on the way.

He fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he was told that his father had passed away and that his father had given his heart to him.

He cried bitterly; he had lost his family and was now all alone.

But he never thought of suicide, because his father wanted him to live, and to live happily. The healthy, beating heart in his chest was his father's encouragement to him.

He only learned from the will that his father owned a fishing boat.

Then a series of things happened, and I met many kind friends.

It was winter eight years ago when he encountered many homeless people with children at his friend's pizzeria. The way they looked at their children was exactly the same as the way the fathers looked at him.

At that time, he felt he should help those who loved their families and children through their difficulties, so he restarted his fishing boat. A friend helped him spend tens of thousands of pounds to bribe his way into obtaining a fishing license.

Over the past eight years, people have come and gone on his ship, and seeing that they all have happy families before they leave gives him a deep sense of accomplishment.

However, accidents have happened before. There was a time when the ship's fuel tank caught fire, and the crew almost perished in the bay.

He still remembers the face of the girl who wasn't much younger than him, but his savior never left her name or contact information, and he hasn't met her since.

Boom!

Just then, the ship began to rock violently, as if it had hit driftwood.

"What happened? Did a whale hit you?" the bearded man shouted from outside the cabin.

The ship rocked twice more, this time more violently.

“While whales may indeed ram boats when they hear engine noise, they don’t do it that violently; whales are also afraid of pain.”

"I'll go take a look." A crew member ran to the edge of the ship and poked his head out, only to be terrified.

It was a monster with a lizard-like head. The monster was much larger than a lion. Its forelimbs were not animal claws, but human hands. The hands were so big that they knocked dents into the ship's hull, and the monster's fingers climbed up the dents.

There were three monsters swimming towards the boat in the water. One of them had its head raised high above the water, covered with more than a dozen 'bull horns', and its lower jaw bulged out like a toad, emitting a scarlet glow.

"Monster! There's a monster under the ship!" the crew member shouted in terror.

No sooner had the shout been finished than a crimson mist shot out of the bull-horned monster's mouth, instantly expanding as if it were a cannonball.

boom--

The red mist shell slammed directly into the ship's hull, the explosion instantly blasting the hull open and lifting the ten-meter-long bow deck. The crew members turned into a red mist of blood in the explosion.

"Ah ah ah..."

The shockwave from the explosion sent all the crew members on deck tumbling and screaming as they rolled on the deck.

(End of this chapter)