"Boss, whoever messes with you is truly out of luck for eight lifetimes..."
As the crowd remained stunned, Young Master Meng spoke up timely, his voice carrying a hint of resentment, yet his face was full of a gloating smirk: "The Fuyang Clan has just suffered a defeat, losing a massive fleet, and even left behind two ten-thousand-meter fortresses."
"Before they even have a moment to catch their breath, you turn around and gift them such a grand and luxurious package. Going out of your way to bully one person like this doesn't seem quite right, does it?"
This was clearly sarcasm, and the expression on Meng Shaotao's face said it all, instantly causing an uproar of laughter in the hall, lifting the earlier weighty and tense atmosphere, leaving it suddenly vanished without a trace...
"Time is pressing, let's get moving everyone, and start preparing. In half a day, all warships will form into a fleet, and set off in full bloom!"
