The *Dream of Salmon* was a very distinctive Wandering Ship.
It reeked of a deeply ingrained stench of blood, as if it were etched into the very iron of its hull. The smell mixed with the salty sea air and, combined with the various rust-stained yet enormous hunting tools on deck—all capable of easily harming giant sea beasts—gave Shi Ming the feeling of walking into a slaughterhouse.
Mottled crimson was everywhere.
Led by Chris, Shi Ming toured the Wandering Ship.
The *Dayun* was anchored on the sea half a nautical mile away, under his remote control.
Chris had thick brows, large eyes, and a square face. If he were a character in a TV show from Shi Ming's past life, you would immediately peg him as one of the good guys. The fact that he was the commander of this Wandering Ship created a jarring contrast.
Shi Ming didn't mind that Chris had recognized him on sight.
He had a few aces up his sleeve now.
