"Mr. Shen?"
"Mr. Shen?"
"Mr. Shen, how are you?"
The other end of the phone was shouting frantically. Shen Le took a deep breath, let it out slowly, tapped the screen, switched the camera from front-facing to rear-facing, and aimed it beneath the ship's rail.
"I'm fine. An unexpected guest is talking to me. Do you have any members of the Special Affairs Bureau aboard? Have you dealt with them before?"
The reconnaissance vessel normally should not have been staffed with Special Affairs Bureau personnel. However, since they were following Shen Le out to sea, they had to assign one now, even if they normally would not.
The relevant personnel hurried over, pulling up information while feeling utterly overwhelmed.
"No! We really don't! We simply don't have that many people! We patrol at sea all day long, and besides, even if we're out at sea, that doesn't mean we can always find them!"
Given the vastness of the ocean and the depths of the seabed, these fish demons, turtle demons, and perhaps other demons—who knew whether there were even true dragons—if they did not show themselves, the Special Affairs Bureau had nowhere to look for them.
"Then I'll talk to them first?" Shen Le tentatively suggested. "If they're willing to communicate with the authorities, you can come over afterward and establish contact with them?"
"No problem!" The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau tried hard to convey his gratitude. "I'll send over the relevant materials immediately! Could you stop for a moment and let us come alongside and board your ship?"
Brother Shark had already started feasting, enjoying the large fish that had been killed by flying swords, skewered by flying swords, or electrocuted by Qing Deng until they floated belly-up.
As she ate, she even picked through them,