Qin Ziwen strode over to a reef near the water's edge.
At his feet, a palm-sized sea crab with reddish-brown stripes was startled by the sudden intruder. Its round body froze, and it raised its large pincers in defense.
A large hand descended and scooped it up.
"What kind of crab is this?"
Hearing the President's question, Wang Yun hopped over from an angle behind him.
He leaned in for a look. "President, that's a red-lined moon crab. Back home, some people keep them as ornamental pets. They don't have much meat; they're not good for eating."
Qin Ziwen turned it over in his hands. "Not much meat, but what about for bait?"
"It'd be perfect for bait. These crabs have a strong, fishy smell," Wang Yun said with a laugh.
"ARGH!" Someone nearby cried out in pain.
The man staggered, nearly falling. He dropped to one knee, almost getting dragged into the water.
Qin Ziwen turned at the sound and saw the man's hand clamped in the grip of a grayish-brown "rock."
