At the narrowest stretch of strait between Chult and Calimshan, the Doomsday ships linked end to end, forming an iron chain across the bay.
Countless shark fins surfaced in the waters around their bows, sterns, and sides, creating an especially grim atmosphere.
Yet on the luxurious ship in the middle, the boss sprawled over his Gold Dragon throne felt as though he were about to die.
He glanced at "Lu Huayu," who stood in the lounge issuing orders nonstop, and kept sighing. "Look at Young Master Asking Sword. Doesn't he fight so stylishly!
Look at that wall of green light. Isn't it impressive?
Why can I only lie here... I want to make a grand entrance too!"
"Boss." Lu Huayu set down the tablet in his hand and smiled gently. "Which do you think has more presence: a little bean riding a crab, or a knight in golden armor riding a shark?
Girls wouldn't find Young Master's appearance, hiding inside a crab claw, particularly attractive.
Girls with discerning eyes only like heroes, don't they?"
Watching the boss roll over and start considering which girl to invite to ride sharks with him, Lu Huayu could not help mocking him inwardly.
Fortunately, their boss had always been devoted. He only ever liked girls who loved playing to begin with.
They were all the sort whose love was like smoke, scattered by the first gust of wind.
That was also why their boss, though just as much of a troublemaker as Young Master, had managed to persist until now.
What was most fortunate was that their boss would never pursue individuality, did not like grazing close to home, and certainly would not cast his eyes toward what he considered fake people... Perhaps he had seen too many intelligent robots, so he absolutely had