A few hours later, countless lights appeared ahead in the pitch-black sea, looking somewhat eerie from a distance. Luo Zheng stood on the deck watching the front, letting the sea breeze blow. His resolute face showed a bit more relaxation. At this time, Tian Hao came up hurriedly and said in a deep voice, "Report, the fleet ahead is ours. We've made contact and received permission to approach. Any instructions?"
"Move in." Luo Zheng said in a deep voice.
"Yes, sir." Tian Hao saluted and turned to leave.
Luo Zheng also turned around and glanced at the brothers sitting quietly on the deck, each looking sleepy and relaxed. Luo Zheng shouted in a deep voice, "Brothers, stand up!"
Swoosh — Everyone suddenly stood up in unison, tense, holding their weapons tightly, instantly entering combat mode. The previous relaxation disappeared, and the gaze towards Luo Zheng became murderous. As iron-blooded warriors, they could adapt to anything at any time.
