Rubbing the money pouch, Lin Qi sighed helplessly. "But no matter how great our achievements, what do we stand to gain? That's why my superiors don't care what General Fatte moved the fleet out to do. That fleet drifts at sea year-round, hunting pirates year-round. Sailing the seas for months at a time is perfectly normal!"
"How much profit we can get—that's what matters most!" Lin Qi winked at Yin-Yang. "And if, while we're getting our share, we can also find out why you all came here and confirm that you bear no ill will toward the Dragon Mountain Empire, then that will count as our achievement!"
Yin-Yang narrowed his eyes and smiled. "So my nephews and nieces had already entered your surveillance the moment they arrived at Port Vias?"
After a moment of silence, Lin Qi lowered his voice.
"We're merely pitiful wretches who gather intelligence for noble lords, so we don't dare offend anyone! But seeing how generous you've been, sir, I must remind you of something! Hell Island is no pleasant place. The Intelligence Department noticed it long ago, but the risks of wiping it out were simply too great, so..."
Yin-Yang's gaze abruptly sharpened. This time, he took out several magic gemstones worth more than a hundred thousand gold coins and stuffed them into Lin Qi's hand.
"So my nephews and nieces were being used by someone this time? Hmm? Mr. Wood Jule, if you can help me unravel this mystery, I'll give you an even more generous reward! As you said, you're just a poor fellow helping gather intelligence. Since the ones who ultimately earn the credit and rewards won't be you, why keep their secrets for them?"
Smiling with absolute certainty, Yin-Yang emitted a faint, strange ripple of spiritual power. The most commonly used