Amid the spreading bloodwater, the Prosperity slowly docked.
Click. A soft sound rang out. As the ship came to a stop, its last trace of momentum lifted the corpses at the bow, leaving them swaying in the wind.
A disturbance rippled through the dense crowd on the docks, voices rising in a clamor.
Inside the harbor, whose alert status had just been lifted, passersby stared curiously at the bizarre vessel fully loaded with corpses. Some even gathered nearby to watch the spectacle.
Others pulled out their phones and started filming.
After all, this was a military port. Everyone had seen all sorts of things: imposing, swaggering fleets, supermassive fuel transports, ramshackle warships, and the latest weapons.
But they had never seen anything this bizarre.
It looked as though it belonged in a completely different world from everything else.
Then, as the cargo hold doors slowly lowered, the figure standing at the entrance appeared before everyone. He waved, and the Tide Sound workers waiting on the dock immediately drove over to begin unloading.
Ji Jue did not need to waste a single word.
Amid the clang of footsteps, the fully activated Riot Cats marched out of the ship's cabin in perfect formation, stepped onto the ramps, and seated themselves in the trucks.
Ji Jue had already taken the initiative to walk toward Tong Shan, who had been waiting for a long time.
They both extended their hands, only to pause in midair. After exchanging a glance, neither could suppress their smiles any longer. They withdrew their hands, opened their arms, and embraced fiercely.
Compared to back in Yacheng, Tong Zhiwu had grown much darker, thoroughly blending into the local environment. There was an additional scar on his arm, and his whole bearing
was different from before.
His steadiness and calm remained,