If one ignored the corpses in the hold and the large number of imprisoned girls, Senior looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, aside from his slightly sunken eye sockets and pale complexion.
When everyone heard that Hobart wanted to hunt the Twilight Lieutenant General, they all burst into laughter.
Senior smiled. "Young man, I know you're strong. I knew it when you approached this ship. But this is the sea. Things here aren't as simple as you imagine."
Hobart smiled. "All right. Since you don't know either, I'll keep looking."
"Wait." Senior suddenly tossed Hobart a small Glass Bottle containing a small piece of wood. "I just used this to set a trap for Bratov—the Twilight Lieutenant General's name.
"If you're capable, use it to find Bratov."
Much like the Iceberg Admiral, Senior was quite willing to send an opponent to his own opponent.
Hobart carefully examined the Glass Bottle. The wood should have been pried off the ship. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. I've always been so helpful," Senior said seriously, while his subordinates seemed to be trying hard not to laugh.
After a pause, he added, "Also, this breakfast costs 3,000 pounds. Once you pay for the meal, you can leave."
Finally, he thoughtfully added, "If you didn't bring that much money, you can pay with items of equivalent value."
Hobart looked at the breakfast in front of him. "I didn't eat a single bite."
"Young man, you need to be reasonable." Senior said, "You may not have eaten it, but when I served you breakfast, you didn't refuse it either, did you?"
Senior's subordinates finally burst into laughter.
The Blood Admiral gave a cold smile. "Let me introduce them. This is the ship's first mate, Cesar. Like you, he's a Sequence 5.
"To your left