"This isn't easy, not at all. It means the other side is very strong."
Bell scratched his head, turned and walked to the window. The sea breeze seeped through the cracks, chilling his face.
He clenched his fists, a thought churning in his mind: "If the goods are lost, those generals can protect themselves, but what about me? Who would care for a runner like me?"
He spat out a breath forcefully, his gaze darkly sweeping over the bridge, "No, I need to find a way to talk to 'Xiao' again. I can't lose the goods for nothing, at least I need to get something back."
In the corner of the bridge, his deputy cautiously glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Captain, should we adjust the speed and slow down a bit?"
Bell waved his hand, replying irritably, "What's the use of slowing down? We're in the middle of the ocean, where can we go?" After speaking, he scratched his beard again, "Bring me the cargo list of the ship to take a look."
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