Yinping Sea Region. The Black Society.
Yan Dao Lin set down his copper pipe, tapped out the ash, and placed it to the side.
He was in a foul mood. Just moments ago, the ship's leader had furiously reprimanded him for his recent profligate spending. Spending 600 Pure Dome Crystals on intelligence was one thing, but he had also used another 150 on some unknown venture, without a single word of explanation!
It was an incredibly presumptuous act.
In response, Yan Dao Lin had stated that he was preparing a surprise for the Black Society and Renhuang—one that would be well worth the cost.
It would just take more time.
"Let's hope it's a real surprise and not a scare."
Hearing this assurance, the leader's anger subsided.
"Furthermore, how is the investigation into the intelligence on that S-rank sea beast in the 928 Sea Region coming along? Have you drawn up a plan to hunt it?"
Yan Dao Lin chose his words carefully.
