Three days later.
Just as the sensational Sea King Feast was being talked about everywhere, Cheng Han quietly appeared in another war zone—the Huiyang War Zone.
Not long ago.
The Eastern Li War Zone had been promoted to a major war zone and expanded once, joining twenty-nine other war zones under the jurisdiction of the General Overseer Hall.
Later, the General Overseer Hall judged that the security situation in the various war zones had improved, so it ordered them to expand their Green Rice Shrimp farming operations.
Recently.
The Eastern Li War Zone had dispatched a large number of aquaculture technicians to guide the various war zones.
Cheng Han's public identity was that of an aquaculture technician.
Of course.
He had disguised himself as a technician and quietly come to the Huiyang War Zone not to actually guide aquaculture work, but to learn about the war zone's situation from the ground up.
At this moment.
On an Aquaculture Lake.
A small, six-meter-long Floating Log Boat sat motionless on the calm lake surface.
Cheng Han crouched at the edge of the Floating Log Boat, reaching his right hand beneath the water and stirring the lake in a strange rhythm.
Since he was a technician in name, he naturally had to do the work a technician should do.
That was the awareness of an outstanding actor.
"Splash~"
Ripples rapidly spread outward.
It was already early winter.
The lake water had dropped to five or six degrees, cold enough to chill one to the bone.
Nearby.
A steward named Zhang Mingrui watched Cheng Han's back with cold eyes, a faint trace of suspicion in his gaze.
To be honest.
Steward Zhang harbored one hundred and twenty percent doubt toward this technician carrying the title of "Rank A."
There was no other reason.
Technician