Little Annie, who bore the title of Grand Admiral of the Li Family, had only just led the Li Family fleet into Basra Port in the Persian Gulf and dropped anchor when, before she could do anything—such as look for something fun or delicious, or even go sightseeing—another group came straight to her door and blocked them inside the harbor.
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"What do you want? Do you want to fight?!"
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Looking at the slovenly, strange middle-aged man in the lead, then at the three beautiful older girls behind him who were staring intently at her, and finally at the burly, muscular enforcer and the group of lackeys carrying scimitars and wearing firearms, Annie instinctively assumed that they were just like that deadweight fat man, the princely ruler and great merchant Chaimenlin Afumade Nagopur: they had come specifically to cause trouble and get beaten up.
In any case, Annie had long since figured out that some people simply could not stand seeing how large her family's warships were. They loved making trouble for her and were especially xenophobic, refusing to let them do business locally. Faced with such a bunch of villains—like the ones before her—there could be no mistake in simply knocking them down.
"Fight?"
"No!"
"I didn't mean that I wanted to fight you..."
"Actually, if I remember correctly, aren't we already allies?"
Upon hearing the little girl's distinctly hostile question, the man in the lead—the strange middle-aged man who looked slovenly and even went around bare-chested—scratched his head. Looking puzzled, he questioned Annie, who had suddenly spoken to him.
Only then did he begin carefully examining the group that had just disembarked from the super-battleship docked before him, a vessel several times larger than their enormous Arab ship.
The other side flew the flags of the