When the strange ship suddenly surfaced from beneath the water, the women were frightened stiff. Japan could be called a nation of fishing boats, and tales of Ghost Ships were quite popular here as well.
But they were reluctant to leave, because they had not gotten the money yet.
They themselves had eaten and drunk their fill, but their families were still waiting for rice to go into the pot. If they did not earn money tonight, their families would go hungry tomorrow.
What drunkenness was there in Monark now? He pulled out the money and stuffed it into the arms of a woman beside him, then instantly opened a Teleportation Portal on the ground, making them all "fall" somewhere safe.
All of it happened in an instant. He jumped from the small boat onto the large ship and came to Su Ming and the other man.
Deathstroke had definitely been following him. Since this was fishing, the one holding the rod would not be too far away. That applied to both sides.
The Magic Prince knew Deathstroke's style of doing things.
"This ship doesn't look alive. You could say it feels completely lifeless." Monark looked around at the surroundings and said to Su Ming, "I thought it would burst out from underwater like a crocodile and swallow me in one bite."
Su Ming was observing the surroundings as well. The three of them were currently on the spacious foredeck, with an excellent view. "I was planning to fish you out of a pool of piranhas."
"Speaking of piranhas... whew, those Japanese women were far too enthusiastic. They looked like they wanted to eat me." Monark vigorously wiped his face, which was covered in rouge marks.
"Heh, you're a long-term meal ticket. Of course they wanted to hold on tight.