"Friend, leave it there, I'll take care of it."
Wild pheasant, it would definitely taste great roasted, we can't let it go to waste.
The figure didn't move, holding the chicken in its hand and looking at Gu Beiwang, seemingly suspicious of something.
Gu Beiwang hopped over, supporting himself on one leg:
"Give it to me."
Roasting pheasant was something Gu Beiwang was very skilled at.
When I was working at the grassroots level, I often took people out to remote mountains and forests, where we would usually eat roasted pheasant and grilled wild rabbit.
The word "skilled" is indeed not a misuse, nor is it an exaggeration.
The wild man was very generous and gave the big fat chicken in his hand to Gu Beiwang without any hesitation.
Of course, Dean Gu never intended to embezzle all of it.
After all, his life was now in the hands of this wild man friend.
If my leg hadn't been broken, I could still take care of myself and wouldn't have to worry about high tides or danger. But now, with one leg broken, I can't do anything.
The pheasant was quickly gutted by Gu Beiwang, and its intestines and internal organs, still dripping with blood, were taken out and thrown aside.
The savage friend watching kept backing away.
Gu Beiwang laughed in surprise. Could it be that this wild man friend, who dared to live alone on a deserted island, was frightened?
Indeed, that's really the case.
"Friend, don't be afraid, this is a dead chicken!" he said, while holding the dead chicken that was still bleeding and tossing it in the air.
The wild man friend was so frightened that he ran away immediately.
Gu Beiwang chuckled several times but received no response, so he could only bury his head in his work in frustration.
Now look what's happened, everyone's scared away.
The group still at sea were filled with anxiety and worry that were almost bursting through their skin.
"Surname Gao, we can't go any further. The Somali region is just ahead. We haven't made any contact with them. There are still those guys over there."
Those guys, of course, are referring to the notoriously rampant Somali pirates who are a major headache for the international community.
Gao Dan nodded:
"Have everyone stop moving forward," he said.
The three kayaks slowly came to a stop:
"Give me the binoculars."
"yes."
With the binoculars in hand, I began to observe its surroundings once more.
It was getting late, and the sea got dark even faster. It was only around four or five in the afternoon, and the sea was already completely dark.
They observed carefully through the telescope.
Suddenly, Gao Dan's gaze stopped on a certain spot:
"There seems to be a small island over there."
Upon hearing this, Liao Gang quickly raised his binoculars and looked around. After searching for a while, he indeed found the place Gao Dan had described:
"It seems that's true."
There's actually a small island?
This startled Gao Dan.
"Departure to the island."
"yes!"
The presence of an island indicates a greater degree of hope.
No wonder Gao Dan was also excited at this moment. After all, the missing person was none other than his own father.
The three kayaks sped off toward the island.
As for the island, Gu Beiwang had already dealt with the pheasant, skewering its breast with a thicker branch.
The vanished wild man friend may not have truly disappeared; he might be hiding nearby, watching.
Now that Gu Beiwang had finished dealing with the situation, he reappeared, carrying two coconuts in his hands.
"Ahh!"
"Is this for me?"
The wild man stopped groaning and started nodding instead. Gu Beiwang understood and accepted the coconut the man offered.
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