Dragon Attack on the Sea, Pay the Origin Stones

Knowing he couldn't afford to offend Zhao Han, the lead crewman softened his tone. "Sir, I was only doing my job. I wasn't trying to make things difficult for you."

"Since you're naturally outgoing and can strike up a conversation with anyone, I'd say this was all a misunderstanding. I won't disturb you any further."

Seeing him back down, Zhao Han nodded. "Fair enough."

The other passengers saw the way things had turned out and wisely kept their mouths shut.

In this world, might made right. Anything black could be called white.

Those who had reported Zhao Han earlier all hurried away, afraid he would remember them and take revenge.

The woman Zhao Han had called a young lady was actually four years older than him. Now she was filled with regret.

If she'd known Zhao Han was so powerful, she shouldn't have reported him. She should've thrown herself at him instead. Maybe she could've won over a master.

After that little incident, the Martial Artists aboard fell much quieter.

The Genggu sailed steadily and swiftly. Before long, it had covered half the distance to Coiled Dragon Island.

The Genggu would dock at Coiled Dragon Island for a short while, since many passengers there would be boarding as well.

When the ship had covered three-quarters of the distance to Coiled Dragon Island,

the two men in charge of guarding the Genggu—Lord Qian and Lord Jin—came out onto the deck from the topmost cabin, their faces grave. One was thin and burly, one had rat whiskers and a square face, one had narrow eyes and the other had great, round eyes.

Lord Qian, who looked just like a rat, spoke in a low voice.

"Tell all the passengers to come to the deck. Something has happened in the Coiled Dragon Strait,