My Manor

"Dasha, it's time to eat!" Jiang Hai called out, steering the boat toward the place he always referred to as Dasha's home. This spot, positioned between the coral reef and the stocking area, was a favorite of his. It was rich in fish, lobsters, abalones, sea cucumbers, and more, and it didn't require venturing deep into the coral reef. It was an ideal location.

The coral reef wasn't only home to lobsters, abalone, and other marine life, but also to many creatures that could be dangerous to humans, like sea snakes, anemones, stonefish, cone snails, and jellyfish. Jiang Hai enjoyed his current life and avoided the reef unless absolutely necessary. If he did venture in, he made sure to be well-prepared.

Knocking on the side of the boat, Jiang Hai called out into the water. He then poured a stream of spiritual energy into a 20-kilogram piece of beef he had brought along, which was meant to supplement the nutrition of Dasha and his mate.

However, after throwing the beef into the sea, he waited, but neither Dasha nor his wife came to claim it. Usually, they would rush over the moment they smelled the meat, but this time, even after waiting for a long while, they didn't appear. The beef sank to the bottom of the sea, and though countless fish began to feast on it, Dasha and his wife were nowhere to be seen. This puzzled Jiang Hai.

"What's going on? Did they go somewhere else to play?" Jiang Hai muttered to himself. Just as he was about to head down to catch lobsters and abandon his wait, a vertical fin appeared on the horizon, quickly moving toward him.

Looking at the dorsal fin, Jiang Hai smiled—it was Dasha's wife. She was a porbeagle shark, a particularly interesting species. While other sharks, like the cat sharks, were small, the porbeagle sharks were much larger. Since accepting Jiang Hai's spiritual energy, this shark had grown both smarter and bigger. While it might not surpass Dasha, it had certainly grown larger than the average porbeagle shark.

"It's you! Where's Dasha?" Jiang Hai called out, walking to the side of the boat.

The porbeagle shark didn't rush to feast on the beef below. Instead, it circled anxiously around Jiang Hai's boat. Its behavior seemed odd, almost as if it was trying to communicate something. It then grabbed the boat's rope with its teeth, trying to pull it in a different direction. However, Jiang Hai's boat was sturdy and built for durability, clearly not something a shark could move.

Jiang Hai raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to follow you?" he asked after a few minutes of watching the shark's frantic movements.

Turning on the engine, the porbeagle shark immediately shot off in the direction it had come from. Realizing that the shark wanted him to follow, Jiang Hai started the boat and trailed after it. After about ten minutes, the scent of blood filled the air. The shark swam even faster now, and as they neared a certain area, Jiang Hai noticed several dorsal fins cutting through the water ahead. Among them, the largest fin, which was unmistakable, belonged to Dasha.

Jiang Hai's heart sank as he realized the scene before him resembled a shark fight. "Damn, you dare act up in my territory?" he muttered under his breath. Although worried, he knew he couldn't fight off all these sharks without proper gear.

The porbeagle shark, having led Jiang Hai here, rejoined the fray.

Quickly donning his diving suit, Jiang Hai grabbed his spear gun, along with two long daggers for close combat. He dove into the water, immediately shocked by the scene below.

Almost twenty sharks circled the area, with Dasha and his mate at the center. Surrounding them was a group of hammerhead sharks, known for their large size and their tendency to travel in groups. Unlike most solitary sharks, hammerheads were notorious for working together, and even great white sharks had to give way when they encountered a pack. It seemed these sharks had come to Jiang Hai's territory in pursuit of a group of tuna.

Dasha, however, was not about to let the tuna slip away and had engaged in combat with the hammerhead sharks. As the largest shark in the area, Dasha still found itself at a disadvantage, despite its strength. The battle had taken a toll—cuts marked its body, particularly around the gills, a critical area for sharks. The hammerhead sharks, however, were mostly unscathed.

If Jiang Hai had arrived even ten minutes later, Dasha might have been killed by the pack. The underwater fight was savage, and the hammerheads were constantly circling, searching for an opportunity to strike.

"God, what's going on here?" Jiang Hai cursed as he took in the brutal scene. Wasting no time, he loaded a fish arrow onto his spear gun and fired at one of the sharks in the outer circle of the hammerhead pack. The arrow flew through the water and struck its target. The shark flailed in agony, but the more it struggled, the more blood flowed, drawing the attention of the other sharks.

Dasha, recognizing Jiang Hai, visibly relaxed. Its body surged forward, and with one swift bite, it took down the wounded shark.

The battle quickly escalated. Seeing this, Jiang Hai fired another spear, targeting the fastest approaching shark. Before it could pounce, the shark was struck and slowed.

The hammerhead sharks, now aware of Jiang Hai's presence, shifted their focus. Four sharks broke off from the pack and turned toward him.

Underwater, Jiang Hai knew he couldn't outrun them. But he wasn't about to go down without a fight. The previous experience in the deep sea had given him the confidence to stand his ground.

In an instant, Jiang Hai fired another spear, and although the sharks dodged at the last second, one was wounded, its tail fin severely damaged. Still, the remaining sharks charged at him.

As one lunged toward him, Jiang Hai instinctively punched it in the nose, stunning the shark. The hammerhead's characteristic flat head made it especially sensitive to such attacks. The shark wavered, dazed, and lost momentum.

But another shark was already rushing in. Jiang Hai didn't hesitate; he thrust a long dagger into its mouth. The shark struggled violently but couldn't break free.

Yet, there were still two sharks left, and Jiang Hai knew he had to stay sharp. The hammerhead sharks may not have been as large as great whites, but they were still formidable foes.

Jiang Hai wasn't about to let these sharks overwhelm him.