Shi Ming didn't sleep well that night. The several communicators in his hand kept ringing—DING DING DING DING—with a new message arriving every so often.
It was a good thing he had a restorative item like the sleep pod, otherwise his rest would have been completely ruined.
He checked every message the moment it came in.
From Demon Sword's communicator:
First message: Demon Sword, reply immediately upon receipt.
Second message: Who are you, and why have you made an enemy of our Black Society?
Third message: I have already detected your location in this sea region. I advise you to watch yourself!
Shi Ming smiled.
It was obvious these messages were from Demon Sword's superior, the so-called Admiral of the Sea.
'Who are you trying to fool?'
'If you could get a real-time location from a palm-sized communicator, even Lighthouse would have to call you boss.'
