Singapore had never stopped monitoring Gold Island.
Under the original agreement, Gold Island would eventually be expanded to cover seven square kilometers.
In just a month or two, Gold Island had already reached three square kilometers. Seven probably wasn't far off.
But on the very night the Americans' Carrier Fleet withdrew, something unexpected happened.
A few men sat on the deck of the Singapore Coast Guard Ship tasked with monitoring Gold Island, bored out of their minds.
The boundless ocean might have looked magnificent, but when seawater was the first thing you saw every morning, your first reaction wasn't awe. It was the urge to throw up.
"Richard, my rotation ends tomorrow. You guys will have to keep enjoying the sea breeze," a dark-skinned man in his thirties said smugly.
The others shot him contemptuous looks. The bastard was definitely showing off.
Suddenly, the dark-skinned man's gaze froze. He quickly rubbed his eyes, looking as though he had seen a ghost.
"What the... hell? Is that thing moving?"
The others froze too, then followed his gaze.
"What's moving?"
Another burly young man asked in bewilderment. His gaze roamed the sea for a long while, but all he saw was the enormous structure floating nearby—their surveillance target, Gold Island.
Compared with their Coast Guard Ship, the steel island covering three square kilometers of sea was truly enormous.
"The island! Gold Island! Gold Island is moving," the dark-skinned man stammered.
"Impossible!" someone else scoffed. "Do you really think Gold Island is some phantom island?"
The dark-skinned man immediately said, "It's true! If you don't believe me, compare that pillar's position with the moon."
Everyone looked toward the pillar he indicated. There was indeed a pillar there, and directly above it was the moon, which had just appeared in the sky.
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