Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The sky was drizzling, and the shoreline was bustling with people.

Although they couldn't join Bi Fang on his venture to the ocean, the island wasn't isolated from the world, and the tourists had learned about Bi Fang's movements through the live broadcast, waiting at the shore early on.

When the familiar silhouette of the boat appeared on the horizon, a ripple of excitement stirred the air.

"He's back, he's back, my God, his muscles look incredible!"

"Did you see that? It's a huge shark, at least a hundred kilograms!"

"Nonsense, I say it's at least two hundred kilograms!"

"Two hundred kilograms? I can't help you with that! You must be almost blind; go get your eyes checked!"

On the ocean, Bi Fang was sailing the wind, slowly approaching Anakena Beach on Easter Island.

As the boat touched sand, Bi Fang leaped onto the beach, pulling the bow and dragging the boat ashore before picking up a thick hemp rope from the ground, wrapping it over his shoulder, his feet sinking into the sand, his muscles tensing as the heavy boat gradually left the water.

The Beast Tooth Necklace naturally hung down his broad chest, the various teeth clinking crisply against each other, making them sound more like some precious stones rather than bones.

Rainwater gathered atop his muscles, trickling down along their contours.

The tourists on the shore whispered among themselves but dared not approach, afraid to disturb the scene before them. The closer they got, the more profound their amazement became.

The over two-meter-long shark was hanging upside down from the mast, its blood mingling with the rainwater, its mouth full of sharp teeth agape, wordlessly conveying something.

The robust man hauled the rope, his rain-washed muscles interlocking like steel cables, his waist and abdomen muscles undulating as though the shark was breathing, his movements dragging the boat, the Beast Tooth Necklace tinkling around his neck.

He was the very image of a mythical Hunting God!

"Click."

The flash lit up amid the rain, Bi Fang looked up, and a red-haired woman put down her camera, her face slightly flushed as she spoke, "I suppose you wouldn't mind, no one could resist capturing this."

"Then, please make me look handsome," Bi Fang said with a smile, turning back to look at the boat he had pulled ashore, letting go of the long rope and shouting to the crowd, "Hosley, did you bring the stuff?"

"Here it comes."

An old man with a white beard wormed his way out of the crowd, and the audience recognized him at once as the man who had spoken out when Bi Fang was checking out the palm trees.

It was unclear how the two had become acquainted, but now Hosley pushed a large scale out from the crowd, joining Bi Fang in placing the shark on it to be weighed.

"Ninety-seven kilograms!" Hosley's white beard trembled with excitement as he shouted to the crowd, "A big one!"

A roar of excitement rose from the crowd.

"Incredible."

"So cool!"

"Let's take a picture together!"

[Envious, I want a picture too]

[How on earth does Old Fang train his muscles? I don't believe a human can develop muscles with such aesthetic beauty; even sculptures can't match it]

The presence of the Platinum Body was overpoweringly effective.

The effect presented was even superior to Greek sculptures, more harmonious.

After mingling with the crowd, Bi Fang brought the shark back to the resort, where he processed the entire shark in his cabin, skinning and deboning it.

An extremely strong and peculiar "odor" spread throughout the room, making Hosley, who had come over to help, frown: "My God, this is so stinky, even worse than my uncle's smelly shoes, making me feel like I'm standing in a toilet."

Bi Fang held a sharp knife in his hand, skillfully peeled back the shark skin, then cut off the shark meat, and handed a rolling pin-like stick to him: "Crush all the meat into mince."

"Mince?"

"Yes, that way it's easier for some of its peculiar smell and toxins to evaporate."

With that said, Bi Fang had already taken up the stick and started pounding the shark meat, and Hosley couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but with every hit, the unpleasant odor in the air seemed to intensify.

Was it truly evaporating?

Hosley was puzzled but did not stop his hands, following suit and pounding away. Soon, the house filled with the dull thudding sounds, creating a scene somewhat reminiscent of hand-beaten meatballs.

The next day, the sun rose once again.

Bi Fang laid out a layer of palm leaves on the ground and then arranged the long strips of pressed shark meat in a row, exposing them to the blazing sun to further remove any strange smells and toxins.

The shark meat had undergone a simple curing process and a night of pressing to shape, so its form was now mostly set.

After entrusting Hosley to watch over it to prevent dogs on the island from snatching it away, Bi Fang set out to sea to catch fish again. Before noon, he returned with another small shark weighing forty kilograms and several big fish weighing around a dozen kilograms each.

All the shark was made into mince and dried into shark strips under the sun, while the big fish were smoked directly over the fire.

By noon of the fourteenth day, the sun-dried shark meat, after being pressed, had become tough and firm, and it already had barely any strange odor when smelled. Bi Fang smoked it over the fire to completely remove any remaining moisture.

Both sun-drying and smoking were excellent methods to extend storage time. To prevent moisture, Bi Fang had also gathered a lot of rubbish on the island—mostly plastic film—to neatly stack the shark meat strips, then seal them and stow them inside Viking.

Nearly two hundred kilograms of meat, after removing skins, heads, and bones and undergoing a simple dehydration treatment, had its weight reduced by half.

But these one hundred kilograms of meat, akin to compressed biscuits, were more than enough to last a month.

Bi Fang didn't wait for the fifteenth day but decided to set off early.

Dragging a cloth bag to the shore, Bi Fang neatly stacked all the meat and tucked it into the front and rear of Viking, covering it with a layer of planks.

Inside the live broadcast room, the audience had already reached over six million early on and was still growing.

The crowd of tourists on the shore had reached a peak, with nearly all the nearby hotels fully booked. These exaggerated numbers all gathered at Anakena Beach, presenting a magnificent sight.

The weather was fair and sunny, and the noon sunlight warmed the skin as Bi Fang took a long breath in front of the camera.

The familiar words slowly unfolded.

"Looking back at the course of human evolution, if our ancestors hadn't ventured and imagined, hadn't had the courage to innovate and the bravery to sacrifice, humans would not have used canoes to surf the seas, to explore the infinite mysteries across the ocean."

The usual opening was so familiar that almost everyone could recite the next line, but just when people thought they knew what was coming, Bi Fang took a turn.

"I've always said that, probably ten times now, but I never thought that one day I would become the person in the opening speech."

Bi Fang broke into a smile, then returned to his point.

"Humans are curious, giving rise to the impulse for adventure; humans adventure, igniting the torch of civilization."

"Adventure lies not only in the oceans and mountains, the deserts and swamps of nature, but also in the densely populated cities."

"I am Bi Fang, a professional outdoor explorer."

"Today, I'll take you to surf the seas in a canoe! To traverse the most extreme uninhabited regions of the world!"