"It's that group of bastards again, are they determined to fight to the death with us?" Fo Lanying cursed angrily.
Bai Ruozhu squinted at the distance, "They probably have a rule that thieves never leave empty-handed. Since they've decided to make a move, they can't leave any survivors."
"I really want to catch them and give them a good beating. What kind of skill is it to rely on a powerful ship?" Fo Lanying was even more furious.
Bai Ruozhu sighed inwardly. On the battlefield, you could rely on superior warhorses or weapons to kill the enemy, and of course, at sea you could depend on the advantage of advanced ships.
As they spoke, the black ship drew closer, and Bai Ruozhu finally got a clear view of the people on the enemy deck.
Leading them was naturally the Black Boss, and behind him stood a group of subordinates, the same people who had formed the sword array that day — they had been poisoned by Bai Ruozhu back then, but now each one stood there, perfectly fine.
