Chapter 813 - 173: Saint-Teres Port
Special Shells? Han Zhan’s three gunners can all produce special shells, the "Gray Sparrow" doesn’t lack special shells, it lacks people who can fire them.
Humans? Women? Perfect fit, no doubt.
Enjoy good food? That’s no problem either, Chef Xia Youwei’s culinary skills will ensure they eat to their heart’s content!
It really is tailor-made, luck is on my side... Han Zhan thought to himself, looking at Big Golden Fur with considerably softer eyes.
Big Golden Fur: "???"
All the spoils were transported back to the "Gray Sparrow," and the Unparalleled Cannon Princess was successfully recruited by Han Zhan.
As expected, they were very satisfied with the "Gray Sparrow" environment and personnel, and the warehouse full of special shells.
The delicious dishes cooked by Chef Xia Youwei further solidified their resolve to stay on the "Gray Sparrow."
The Unparalleled Cannon Princess numbered twenty-three, meaning Han Zhan needed to additionally purchase twenty more cannons.
Once fully equipped, imagining a full-scale firepower scene is overwhelmingly spectacular!
As for the three veteran gunners, they just need to diligently craft special shells each day.
Artillery should be left to professionals.
This naval encounter was hugely profitable for Han Zhan’s "Gray Sparrow."
This made them all the more excited for their trip to Saint-Teres Port.
"Let’s go, we have one more day."
"Keep moving, destination, Saint-Teres Port."
...
In a nearby sea area, a warship emerged from its hidden night travel state.
The "Nightwalker."
Behind it was the frozen sea area, entirely white, impressive and spectacular.
Among them, five warships were similarly turned into ice sculptures, unable to move.
The lead warship prominently displayed the flag with the character "East."
These warships were part of the East King’s fifteenth fleet.
The leader gazed in horror at a figure suddenly appearing in the swirling snowstorm.
"Bai Wuheng?!"
"Why attack me! These are the East King’s fifteenth fleet warships, you’re provoking..."
Before he finished, he discovered his mouth could no longer open.
Frost had completely frozen the lower half of his face and continued to spread upwards, attempting to freeze him into a new ice sculpture.
At that moment, a tall, vague figure condensed atop the flagpole’s flag.
"Stop!"
"How dare you kill my men?!"
The vague figure’s tone sounded exceedingly angry.
Indeed, angrier than expected.
"Noisy."
Bai Wuheng casually waved his hand.
Immediately, frost covered all the crew members and the flag.
The originally fluttering flag turned into an icy lump, and the condensed vague figure disappeared as well.
Having done all this, Bai Wuheng brushed ice shards from his forehead, looking somewhat disheartened.
"Well done." Another voice came from behind.
Jian Beifang appeared next to him.
He looked at Bai Wuheng, a mischievous smile on his face.
"How does it feel to show off in front of the East King? Surely no one else would dare to pull off such a stunt like you."
Bai Wuheng’s face darkened with Jian Beifang’s words.
He knew Jian Beifang was using him, redirecting trouble to the East.
Exploiting his identity.
Bai Wuheng was the younger brother of the West King Bai Wuqi, though the two brothers’ differing ideals kept Bai Wuheng away from Bai Wuqi.
Nonetheless, the fifteenth fleet’s captain immediately recognized him.
A captain is one thing, the vague figure in the flag, the East King, undoubtedly recognized him too.
That said, Bai Wuheng knew the difference between dying later versus now.
"Don’t be so stressed."
"Even if the East King gets angry, he’ll only trouble your brother, not you."
"Letting the two powerhouse leaders clash isn’t a bad thing."
"For now, consider it an early collection of interest."
Speaking at this point, Jian Beifang squinted his eyes slightly, wearing a faint smile.
Having plundered a wave of East King’s ships, his "Nightwalker" now had ample reserves.
Combined with the materials accumulated over the days, he could spend well at Saint-Teres Port.
Like purchasing items with elemental traits for him to consume.
Consuming more elements would allow him to regain his strength.
Once he’s back to full strength, he’ll return to the Central Sea Area, and confront the traitors one by one!
"Set off now, destination, Saint-Teres Port!"
...
Central Sea Area, within an exceptionally grand warship.
A muscular, middle-aged man, bare-chested and draped in a red robe, sat boldly in the middle of the captain’s room, pouring himself a bowl of wine.
Then, he single-handedly lifted the bowl, downing the wine in one gulp.
"Got communication?" He asked an aide beside him after setting the bowl down.
"Your Highness, we’ve got in touch, but the other party’s tone doesn’t sound good, should we..."
"Hand it over."
The kingly figure extended his hand, receiving a scroll-like special item from his aide.
From the scroll, another voice emerged, with a hint of cold ridicule.
"Who would have thought, the mighty East King would reach out to me one day."
"What? Struggling to hold off in the northwest center sea, coming to beg me for mercy? Hahaha!"
Malicious laughter resounded.
Faced with such provocation, the East King didn’t show any emotional fluctuation.
He remained calm, starkly different from the vague image in the flag.
The current East King seemed the true East King.
"North?"
"It indeed relates to the North, but not the northwest center sea you pride yourself on."
"Rather, it’s Jian Beifang’s North."
Upon hearing "Jian Beifang," the laughter on the scroll abruptly stopped, seeming to fall into a long silence.
After a moment, the voice resumed, now much lower: "Are you sure it’s Jian Beifang?"
The East King poured himself another bowl of wine, then let out a light hum.
"Of course, the frostbite in my body hasn’t fully healed yet, I rely on this strong medicinal wine to soothe it, the pain comes subtly at night."
"Do you think I’d get it wrong?"
After his rhetorical question, the East King added, "Oh, by the way, I also saw your brother, Bai Wuheng, with him."
"Snap!"
Inside the scroll was the sound of something breaking.
"What do you plan to do?" An even colder voice followed.
The East King downed the spirited wine in his bowl, then smashed it heavily on the ground.
"Temporary truce between you and me, each dispatch an elite fleet, eliminate him before he can return full force."
"Destination, Saint-Teres Port!"