"You already knew that thing was only pretending to be helpless?"
To keep the fallen crewman from tearing himself apart, Lan En finally found an opportunity to have someone restrain his arms and legs, all while keeping a wary eye on the fishmen.
The man was clearly beyond saving, but at least they could stop morale from taking any more damage.
But the question Fu Qian asked the fishman next sent Lan En reeling again. He couldn't help asking,
"Of course. I've always had excellent control over my strength."
Fu Qian looked completely matter-of-fact.
"Even though I kicked up quite a wave just now, she only suffered a bit of rattling. With skin that tough, losing the ability to fight after one hit would be a bit much."
"But you still threw her onto the ground just like that. One of my people didn't have to die..."
Anger crept into Lan En's voice.
"If he'd paid a little more attention to the fishman, he probably wouldn't have died."
Fu Qian merely glanced at him, without a hint of guilt.
Lan En was instantly at a loss for words.
The fishman's ambush had been so sudden and so viciously timed that even if the crewman had been paying attention, there was no telling whether he could have dodged it.
But the point Fu Qian was making was something else: the fully armed crewman had been focused on him the whole time, which was why he'd taken the hit without reacting.
And that was true.
One of the people who'd worked with him the longest, the crewman still struggling, had indeed been standing behind him and watching this guy on his orders...
"As for throwing dangerous people aboard, all I can say is that even if the capable are expected to