"Boss, we have news."
The purple-lipped woman entered the cabin and sat down beside Du Ang.
"Old Ding and the others said the other side was very wary and wouldn't let them board."
"However, the fleet passed nearby. Old Ding counted three cargo ships in total. They were all large, cruise-ship-class vessels carrying plenty of cargo, though he couldn't tell exactly what it was."
"In addition, there were around ten escort ships and some armed speedboats. The exact number was unclear."
"Finally, Old Ding and the others haven't spotted any mechas for now."
Du Ang nodded. "A fleet making a long-distance voyage like this will definitely have mechas. Otherwise, if a sea beast appears, they'll have no power to resist at all."
The handsome man beside him said, "What should we do, then? Should we just drive our mechas over and kill our way aboard?"
Du Ang shook his head. "The fleet definitely has mecha detection radar. If we charge over directly, we'll likely fail unless we have an absolute advantage."
The fat man in the cabin, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, said, "Boss, if it's too difficult, why don't we give up?"
Du Ang glared daggers at him. "You useless fatty. All you know is how to slack off."
"You want to give up at the slightest difficulty. If you keep this up, don't follow me anymore."
The fat man said, "Oh. I know I was wrong, Boss."
Then he tore off another chunk of chicken and chewed it with grease running down his mouth. From the look of him, he hadn't reflected at all.
Du Ang ignored him, stood up, and said, "To capture the bandits, first capture their leader. Bring Old Ding back. Tonight, we'll sneak aboard the flagship."
"As long as we take the