"Surround the largest pirate ship, sink the other two!"

Bai Yan picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke with a grave voice.

"Yes, my master."

The radio transmitted the commanding officer's respectful voice.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of missiles continuously launched from behind the Wanyan, rapidly targeting the pirate ships.

Many used binoculars to look towards the sea behind the Wanyan.

"Oh my God~!"

"God! Which country's naval fleet is this!"

As they watched, a full ten destroyers emerged on the horizon, speeding towards the Wanyan at full throttle.

Each destroyer was equipped with a complete set of artillery positions, with just the main guns and secondary guns numbering over thirty!

Every cannon was firing fiercely, and with each "boom," the barrels recoiled, sending out shell after shell trailing flames!

These destroyers were painted entirely black, with the words "Demon Island" written in both English and Hua Xia script across each one.

Above each destroyer flew a flag.

The flag was a transparent black with a brightly embroidered red Scepter, exuding an evil aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

This was the Third Fleet of the Demon Island Navy!

Ordinary countries' patrol warships wouldn't deploy ten in one go like this!

Moreover, all the guns were armed to the teeth, absolutely ferocious. These were warships built explicitly for battle!

As the people on the Wanyan were shocked, strange noises came from the sea.

"Gurgle~!"

One by one, massive non-nuclear submarines surfaced, also painted jet black, with the words "Demon Island" emblazoned on them! This was the Second Fleet!

Lastly, two or three specially designed military ships appeared, devoid of any firepower, equipped only with several super-large open-air radar signal receivers.

This was the First Fleet, the commanding warships, also tasked with the crucial duty of shielding satellite signal tracking and concealing the battlefield.

Ten destroyers rapidly closed the distance.

Their forward hulls opened like black holes, continuously releasing Demon Beehive Fighters.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

Each time a Demon Beehive Fighter swooped down, it dropped one air-to-ground missile after another.

Under the analysis and computation of the latest Demon Island control system, each missile struck the pirate ships with unprecedented accuracy.

Under the crossfire, just one round of attack left the pirate ship reeling, devastated and in ruin.

The fragile metallic body of the ship couldn't withstand the barrage of dense missile strikes.

Joel Ingram was lucky; the pirate ship he was on didn't sustain any damage.

But the other two pirate ships that he brought with him were completely destroyed under the barrage of fire—one sunk by the Third Fleet's artillery, the other sunk by the concentrated firepower of the Demon Beehive fighters.

In less than five minutes, under the absolute oppression of firepower, only a lone pirate ship remained adrift at sea.

Joel Ingram and his first mate pitifully crawled on the deck, praying that these fleets would show mercy and not slaughter them all.

Behind Joel Ingram, was a sea of pirates with their butts in the air, trembling on the ground.

The pirates' faces were colorless, expressions pale to the extreme, trembling bodies resembling lambs, helpless and pitiable.

The Demon Island's Second Fleet surrounded the pirate ship, all guns trained and aimed.

An officer dressed in a black uniform on the deck of the Second Fleet bellowed, "Everyone, hold your heads and lie down on the deck, drop your weapons! Wait for confiscation!"

Joel Ingram's face, once haughty and crazed, was now gone, replaced with an expression of wanting to cry but being unable to shed a tear.

Where the hell did this warship come from?!

Its firepower was overwhelming, and it didn't bother with any small talk or formalities before combat, just straight into a barrage of artillery!

Those damn pirates didn't stand a chance.

The First Fleet from Demon Island approached the Wanyan.

"Clank~!"

The docking passage was established.

Amidst the cheering of the wealthy on the deck of the Wanyan, a group of men in black uniforms with determined faces marched in unison onto the deck.

They were all dressed in the same black uniforms, complete with an embroidered red Scepter on the left chest.

"Amazing! Which country's soldiers are you?"

"You arrived just in time! Thank God, thank the merciful Lord! Thank you for saving us!"

"I want to give a reward, I want to donate! I want to thank you all!"

"So cool, this is what soldiers are really like! Such a sense of security!"

Men and women alike were too excited, unable to control their euphoria from surviving the ordeal, rushing forward as if they had seen their own kin.

These wealthy individuals had completely forgotten Bai Yan's earlier anger, each of them calling out for God, frantically thanking these black-clad officers.

Even many high-ranking ladies were casting flirtatious glances at these resolute soldiers.

"Please make way!"

Several armed soldiers from Demon Island stepped up to intercept the frenzied tycoons.

The commander of the First Fleet rushed over with his men to Bai Yan.

"Attention~! Salute!"

The commander roared.

"Snap!"

All the soldiers from Demon Island who had boarded, numbering over a hundred, instantly straightened up, heels together, right hand pounding their chest, as solid as a rock.

"The commander of the First Fleet from Demon Island, Shangguan Qun, group leader of the first unit under Minister Li Xu of the Combat Department! Pleased to see you, Master!"

With a serious face and a resolute expression, eyes filled with fervor, Shangguan Qun looked at Bai Yan: "The Navy's three fleets from Demon Island have now taken control of the battlefield situation, please issue the next command, Master!"

"What?"

All the wealthy were taken aback.

The entire place went silent.

Everyone looked on in stunned silence at this scene.

This Mr. Bai actually commands these soldiers? He actually possesses such a formidable naval fleet!

What exactly is the force behind Demon Island?!

Is it just an island?

Why does their naval power rival that of many major countries in the international arena?!

Everyone was both shocked and filled with questions.

"My God! Mr. Bai is actually their Master!"

"God... oh no! Pah, bullshit God, Mr. Bai is the merciful Lord!"

"Mr. Bai is awesome! He actually has such a group of powerful subordinates!"

"This is a mysterious and powerful Hua Xia man! I wish I could climb into his bed..."

Whether it was the ladies of high society or the tycoons, everyone whispered amongst themselves; they were no longer calling for the merciful Lord.

Before absolute power, everyone wisely chose to submit.

All eyes on Bai Yan were filled with shock, envy, and jealousy.

This young man possessed wealth and strength that were beyond the reach of all present.

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