As for Tai Yi, who lay at the very front every day, basking in the sea breeze, Zi Zhenzhu did not take him seriously at all. After all, Tai Yi looked even younger than Hai Ling. What strength could he possibly have? In her eyes, he was probably some young nobleman from the inland, specifically setting out to sea for fun.
And young noblemen were her favorite targets. As long as she kidnapped one, not only could she obtain a substantial fortune from him, but she could also find a way to demand money from his family.
So today, Zi Zhenzhu could no longer resist making her move. She had originally planned to injure the noble brat at the front first, robbing him of any ability to flee, then kill everyone else, especially Hai Ling, that son of Hai Niu. Quite a few of her brothers had died at Hai Niu's hands.
Finally, Zi Zhenzhu looked at the great ship before her, the Martial Soul.
She was already imagining how carefree she would be sailing the seas after taking possession of such a ship.
But when Zi Zhenzhu saw her attack casually swept away by the noble youth she had considered useless, she knew things were not so simple.
Still, she had already acted, and it was too late for regrets. Besides, Zi Zhenzhu did not believe she was no match for him. Even if the people aboard the Martial Soul truly proved stronger than her, with her subordinates and her familiarity with the sea, they would never be able to catch her. If she could not win, she would run, just as she did whenever she encountered Wang Yang and Hai Niu—though she could not defeat them, she could always get away.
The next second, Zi Zhenzhu shouted to