"What kind of duel is this? We can't see a thing, they can't even fight properly!" a voice called out from the second deck. Judging by the sound, it belonged to one of Dao Mingke's men. "Hey, why don't we have the cockpit speed up the ship and get out of this fog bank already!"
Milady's heart clenched. Everything was proceeding smoothly according to plan, but that also meant she needed exactly as much time as the plan had allotted.
"No, that'll burn too much fuel," Song Feiya's voice said. "We can't refuel until we reach the next port."
"It's only a few minutes at high speed. How much of a difference could it make? You think I've never been on a ship before?" The man shouted a few questions to the others on the second deck, receiving a chorus of approval. In the face of popular opinion, Lu Ranzhou also nodded and gave an order to speed up into the speaking tube that connected to the cockpit.
