In another section of the crabbing grounds.
Five small crabbing boats were stopped on the surface of the sea. The crab traps on their decks had all been deployed, and now they were just waiting for the snow crabs to fill them.
Meanwhile, the captains were chatting excitedly on a private channel, discussing how many Franklins they could snatch from the *River Beach* this time.
"Did you guys hear that? Sounds like gunshots."
"It's nothing. Someone's buoy probably got spotted by the *River Beach*. No big deal. We can afford to lose one crab trap."
"Exactly. I've got spare crab traps stored at the pier. Whoever's trap gets shot can grab one later. No matter what, we're taking a bite out of the *River Beach* this time."
On the other side, the crew of the *River Beach* was fervently hauling in their crab traps.
The crack of the AR-15 never ceased. While the crew was busy retrieving the crab traps, Feng Mountain had shot at least 50 buoys to pieces.
