Liang-Ji-Xiao

On an island, at the Frenzied Shark Pirates’ camp...

“What did you say? The Thirteenth Shark's fleet lost contact!?” a disgruntled middle-aged man with facial wounds shouted when there was a report that the Thirteenth Shark's fleet was out of contact.

“Yes, deputy. We've tried to contact the Thirteenth Squad leader, but no one has called back.”

“Huh! That guy may be on a mission, so he's still not contacted back. I think you don't have to think too much about it; it's so normal,” suddenly, a woman with a beautiful figure spoke out with intense psychic killing and a contemptuous expression on her face.

“It might be what you said, seventh squad leader. But in a few days, it’ll be assembly day, so I need to summon all of you guys back,” although he knew what kind of person the thirteenth squad leader was, the middle-aged man still seemed worried.

A week had passed...