I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

At the highest point of the island, a slightly worn Chinese flag flutters in the sea breeze.

The flagpole is an aluminum alloy tube, which was inserted here at some unknown time. Although its surface has oxidized and turned white, it remains sturdy and has witnessed countless ebbs and flows.

The flag's color had faded somewhat; the red was no longer so vibrant, and a few loose threads had appeared at the edges.

Five young men stood under the flagpole. One of them, a rich second-generation named Shen Yi, wearing sunglasses, was squatting on the ground, taking out a brand-new flag from his backpack.

The flags were stacked neatly, with sharp edges, and their bright red color looked as if they had just been dyed, gleaming in the sunlight.

He stood up and slowly and carefully took the old flag off the flagpole.

Carefully fold the old flag, hand it to your companion, then unfold the new flag, attach it to the flagpole, and tighten the rope.

He pulled the rope, and the flag slowly rose up the flagpole. Just as it reached the top, a gust of wind blew, and the flag unfurled with a "whoosh," its bright red color fluttering in the wind between the blue sky and green trees.

The group looked up at each other, but no one spoke.

A young man named Zhao Lei with a buzz cut looked up for a long time, then lowered his head, rubbed his eyes, and said, "The wind is so strong, sand is blowing into my eyes."

None of the people around said anything; they all lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes.

Shen Yi put the old flag into his backpack, dusted off his hands, turned around, and glanced down the mountain.

Upon seeing this, he was immediately stunned.

Two boats were moored on the shore.

"Hey, look." Shen Yi gestured towards the coastline.

Several people crowded around to look down. Zhao Lei squinted for a few seconds and said, "Is it the one from yesterday?"

Another young man beside him nodded and said, "That's the one. It's probably the only one in the entire country. They've come to Diaoyu Islands too."

Shen Yi remained silent and continued to observe.

On the shore, people are unloading items from a boat.

After watching for a while, he said, "Judging from the fact that they have their families with them, they must be here for sightseeing. Let's not disturb them; let's each enjoy ourselves."

Zhao Lei nodded, glanced at the top-of-the-line luxury yacht again, and said, "I wonder who the owner of that ship is."

Shen Yi smiled and said, "No matter who they are, it has nothing to do with us. Let's go down and see if we can catch any fish. We'll have lunch on the island."

The group packed their things and walked down the path they had come from. Shen Yi walked at the back, glancing back at the newly replaced national flag. The wind was still blowing, and the flag was still fluttering.

He turned around and quickly caught up with the person in front of him.

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Luo Fei ventured alone into the depths of the island.

The path underfoot grew narrower and narrower, turning from a gravel road into a dirt road, and further in, all that remained were thick layers of fallen leaves and dense shrubs.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, scattering into golden fragments that carpeted the ground.

He didn't walk fast, but he took big strides. He would step over bushes and leap over fallen tree trunks as if walking on flat ground.

He strained his ears, listening intently to the sounds around him—birdsong, insect chirping, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the muffled crashing of waves against the rocks in the distance.

After walking for about a few minutes, he heard a sound.

It wasn't a bird call, nor an insect chirp, but a dull groan.

"Meow—"

It's a goat.

Luo Fei slowed his pace and walked in the direction of the sound.

After passing through a patch of low bushes, the view suddenly opened up—it was a relatively flat meadow.

Surrounded by taller trees, it resembles a natural enclosure.

On the grassland, a group of goats are leisurely grazing on the grass.

There were more than a dozen of them, big and small. Some were eating grass with their heads down, some were standing in a daze, and some were lying in the shade of the trees ruminating.

Several lambs ran around among the flock, bleating.

Luo Fei stood behind the bushes, watching the flock of sheep, a slight smile playing on his lips.

There were goats on the island, and not just one or two, but a whole herd.

He crouched down, scanned the flock of sheep, and selected the three strongest ones. Their coats were glossy, and they were plump and strong, clearly showing firm, well-marbled meat.

He didn't get up; he just squatted there, picked up three small pebbles from the ground, pinched them between his thumb and middle finger, aimed—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The three pebbles flew out almost simultaneously, so fast that their trajectories were invisible.

Before the three sheep could even bleat, their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground, motionless.

The other sheep were startled by the commotion of the fallen sheep. They raised their heads and looked around. Seeing that they did not find anything unusual, they slowly moved away from the sheep and then lowered their heads to continue grazing on the grass.

Luo Fei stood up, walked over, and picked up the three sheep.

Each one weighs sixty or seventy pounds, which would be very strenuous for an ordinary person to carry on a mountain road, but he carried them as lightly as if he were carrying three plush toys.

He turned around and walked back the way he came.

Halfway there, I heard voices in the distance.

Although it was impossible to hear exactly what they were saying, it was clear that they were the voices of several young people, both men and women, laughing heartily, as if they had encountered something happy.

He continued walking at a leisurely pace, carrying three sheep in his hand, passing through bushes, stepping on fallen leaves, and stepping over fallen tree trunks.

As he emerged from the woods, the intense sunlight made him squint.

On the shore, the parents had already sat down next to a large rock, Xiao Lin and Xiao Wang were setting up their fishing rods, A Jie was fiddling with the barbecue grill, and Xiao Chen was spreading out a tablecloth.

Further away, towards another yacht, several young people were walking off the island, laughing and joking, carrying several plastic bags in their hands.

Shen Yi was walking at the front, looking down at the road beneath his feet, when he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from the woods. He looked up, glanced at it, and then stopped in his tracks.

The young man emerged from the woods, carrying three goats as casually as if he were carrying three chickens.

Zhao Lei saw it too, his mouth slightly open, and he almost dropped the plastic bag in his hand.

"Holy crap..."

He muttered under his breath, "Who are they? Hunters?"

Shen Yi didn't speak, watching the man put the sheep on the ground, take out a knife from his pocket, and begin to skillfully process it.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and looked down at the plastic bag in his hand—it contained a few seashells, a few nicely shaped stones, and a few wild fruits picked from a tree.

Zhao Lei whispered from the side, "How about... we go over and say hello?"

Shen Yi thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Never mind. Let's not bother them."

He turned and walked towards his boat, but after taking two steps, he looked back again.

They discovered that the young man had already processed one of the sheep.

Shen Yi turned his head and continued walking towards his boat.