Three large ships bore down on them in a triangular formation, drawing closer and closer.
Several Eastern Japanese people in ragged clothes stood on the decks, shouting toward them at the top of their lungs.
Luo Fan could not understand what they were shouting, but it sounded to him as though they were all speaking the language of Eastern Japan.
Leaning against the railing, Luo Fan glanced at the three ships and curled his lip. "All that jabbering. Who knows what the hell they're yelling? I can't understand a word. Why don't we just wipe them out? It's probably nothing good anyway."
Zhao Chunfeng and the others nodded in agreement.
Minako hurried forward. "Luo Fan, I can negotiate. If I can get them to leave peacefully, we won't have to fight, right?"
Luo Fan glanced at her and nodded. "Sure. If you can get them to leave, I won't bother doing anything. But if they won't listen and still try to come alongside and board us, they can't blame me for killing them."
Minako nodded, then quickly walked to the bow.
When the Eastern Japanese Sequence Users aboard the three approaching ships spotted Luo Fan's vessel from afar, their first reaction was wariness.
This ship was far too new. Its hull showed almost no signs of repairs, and the equipment on its deck was neatly arranged. It was in an entirely different league from their battered ships, which had been drifting at sea for two years.
Anyone who could sail a ship like this during the apocalypse either possessed tremendous strength or had a powerful force backing them.
Either way, they were not to be trifled with.
But despite their wariness, their gazes all changed when they saw Minako step out onto the bow.
Minako wore a clean, smart combat