He went on the offensive!

Two hours earlier.

South Pacific Fleet assembly point.

Aboard Ship 101.

Wang Anyi, the fleet's overall commander, stood on deck, gazing into the distance.

The South Pacific's sea conditions were quite distinctive. When you were lucky, the wind and waves were calm, and the sea was as smooth as a mirror.

But when you weren't, fierce winds would whip across the water and waves would surge, as if the world were coming to an end.

And what was really interesting was this.

The South Pacific's weather often "changed its face." One moment it was a quiet, bookish young woman; the next, she'd roll up her sleeves and turn into a furious landlady demanding rent.

At that moment,

the sea around the fleet was almost perfectly smooth, without so much as a ripple. Yet the atmosphere was no less oppressive than it would have been with a tsunami bearing down on them.

Because—

there might not have been a storm, but sharks were circling.

Wang Anyi shifted his gaze slightly farther into the distance. Every direction he looked, he saw ships of all kinds cruising through the water.

They kept a relatively "gentlemanly" distance from the Rabbits' fleet, but everyone knew that this was just the white people's hypocritical façade.

The moment their interests clashed, they would tear off their gentlemanly masks and bare their terrifying fangs.

Suddenly,

a massive cruiser appeared to Wang Anyi's right. It passed within roughly three or four nautical miles, and as it went by, it let out several thunderous blasts in a blatant show of force.

Wang Anyi gave a cold snort and said nothing.

Under normal circumstances, three or four nautical miles was obviously too far to make out a ship's flag with the naked eye. Yet Wang Anyi recognized it at a glance: