The men on the ship were so angry that they jumped up and down and cursed: "Fuck you, you bitch, you really dare to ram me? You don't want to live anymore, do you? I'll grant your wish!" The Manatee made a big circle on the sea and chased after Chen Hong's Flying Dragon.

"You coward who ate two pounds of shit, if you've got the guts, don't hide! You cowardly coward, you still want to rob me? You dare to chase me? Go ahead and chase me, I'll teach you a lesson when I catch you!"

Chen Hong was driving ahead when she looked back and saw that the Manatee had indeed caught up.

Seeing that she was about to catch up, Chen Hong slowed down. The Sea Cow had already caught up with her boat, and the two boats were now parallel, with a distance of no more than ten meters between them.

Chen Hong simply stopped the boat and pretended to take out a wooden box from behind her. Inside the box were Molotov cocktails that Chen Hong had made the night before using strong liquor.

Last night, after Chen Hong finished filling the wine bottles, she had seven bottles left. She also had several kilograms of high-proof liquor left after sterilizing the bottles. For some reason, she impulsively decided to reuse the waste and make seven Molotov cocktails.

It seems that fate has its own design; we just happened to come across these materials today and they'll come in handy.

Chen Hong smiled as she looked at the three men on the Manatee, picked up a bottle, pressed the lighter with her left hand, and the flame ignited the tattered cloth at the bottle's opening. With a gentle flick of her right hand, the Molotov cocktail shattered in the Manatee's cabin, and with a "boom," the high-proof alcohol, more than a meter high, burst into flames.

Chen Hong threw four more bottles onto the Sea Cow, making the fire even more intense. Seeing that the fire was about to ignite the bridge, the three of them ran onto the deck, and flames got on their clothes.

The man in his fifties threw the bucket into the sea and poured seawater on himself to extinguish the fire, while the two younger men jumped into the sea.

Chen Hong picked up the fishing rod on the boat and used it to poke at anything she could reach, scaring the two men so much that they swam back towards the back of the boat, shouting for help: "Help! Help! Spare us! We won't do it again! Help! Help!" They swam desperately while yelling for help.

"Well, how about this? Today, your grandma will teach you a lesson. You think your grandma is easy to bully? If you don't have some skills, you won't dare to go to Liangshan. If you don't have some tricks up your sleeve, would your grandma dare to go out to sea alone? Back when your grandma was bullying people, you two were still picking your noses and eating boogers!"

"I've been out of the game for over a decade, and you three bastards have finally appeared! If I hadn't already retired from this life, I'd leave you three as fish food in this sea today. You'd better watch out if you ever see me again!"

After dealing with the three thugs and uttering some harsh words, Chen Hong laughed heartily, started the fishing boat, and sped away. He was full of vigor and high spirits, as if he had returned to his passionate, somewhat immature, teenage years.

The three people left on the surface of the sea looked at each other in bewilderment. "Glug, glug," the two people soaking in the sea had a momentary mental blank and forgot to swim. They swallowed a few mouthfuls of seawater before they came to their senses.

Seeing that the female demon had gone far away, they remembered to swim towards the boat. The three of them climbed onto the boat and hurriedly put out the fire and clean up the broken glass shards on the boat.

Fortunately, Chen Hong used baijiu (Chinese liquor) instead of gasoline; otherwise, if the three of them had perished today, this day next year would have been their death anniversary.

The young man said in a trembling voice, "Could this woman be a mafia boss? The way she threw the Molotov cocktails at the boat looked like a gangster throwing grenades on TV!"

The man in his fifties looked at the mess on the boat, tears welling up in his eyes. "No wonder the old folks used to say there were three types of people you shouldn't mess with! We've run into one of them today."

The young man casually asked, "What three types of people should you avoid? I've never heard of that before."

"What do you know? These are old sayings. In the past, when social morals were chaotic, you shouldn't mess with elderly people, women, or children who were traveling alone."

"Why? Aren't these the easiest people to bully? Except for the old people who are useless, women and children can be sold for a little money!" the young man asked, puzzled.

"You're lucky you weren't born in that era, or you would have been killed long ago. Think about it, anyone who dared to travel alone in such a chaotic environment must have some skill. If you didn't have some skill, you would have been swindled and harmed after just a few miles. The person who could avoid being swindled and harmed must be a master at swindling and harming others."

Another young man nodded in agreement: "This woman doesn't seem simple. Look at the way she stabs people with that hook, it's really scary, like she's stabbing chickens or dogs instead of people. She doesn't care about human lives at all. Cousin, do you think she might have killed people, and definitely several people?"

"Stop thinking about it, hurry up and pack up, check if the boat can still sail, and stay away from this woman if you run into her again. Anyway, I've been fishing for half my life and I've never seen anyone so ruthless and efficient."