The Captives

Thud.

Bang!

Seawater burst hundreds of meters into the air, and the crashing tide slammed down, flinging vast quantities of saltwater into rolling waves in a single breath.

The survey vehicle lurched forward as though traveling through a storm. The Giant Cat Lamps had to exert tremendous effort just to keep the vehicle under control and prevent it from overturning.

On the deck, Chen Ligu stared at her snapped fishing rod for a long while, speechless.

Gurgle, gurgle... A long string of bubbles rose not far from the survey vehicle.

Jiang Han floated up from the water, her cat tail curled around an unconscious Ghost Witch. Meowing all the way, she drifted back onto the deck.

"Another one! You collected another one of my compatriots!" the Ghost Witch Lester said loudly, beaming as she came over.

Ghost Witches usually had competitive relationships with one another, so most of them were rather delighted to see one of their own in trouble.

This was what people commonly called the terrifying consequence of "internal strife." No matter what kind of internal strife it was, it would eventually turn into this sort of mess. And for upper management, the dreadful consequences brought about by such infighting were foreseeable—and profitable. No wonder those at the top encouraged competition.

Of course, internal competition that had yet to bring about consequences was called "healthy competition." Heehee.

Jiang Han answered with a sweet smile, tossed the Ghost Witch aside, shook out her ears, and dashed over to Chen Ligu. Leaning beside the bonfire, she sprawled comfortably across the grass mat and dried herself off.

"Nicely fought, sister. Even if the opposing Witch only has ten thousand, you must treat her as though she has a hundred thousand. A lion pouncing on a rabbit—splendid, splendid." Chen Ligu had always