I became the King of Ryukyu

"Hai!" He lowered his voice, mimicking Shouzhen's calm yet slightly hoarse tone.

"Has the water spirit's corpse been absorbed?"

Zheng Yi pondered.

Corpse? Absorption?

He immediately recalled that after Shouzhen's death, the "cleaner" disposed of the bodies of everyone else, but left the body of "Luoji Ghost," also known as Bai Ling Shangren, for him to dispose of.

At the time, I wondered if these foreign cells could be recycled and absorbed?

Are they really similar to intercolumnar cells?

"It's been absorbed." Zheng Yi took a gamble and answered with certainty.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were surprised that Shouzhen had succeeded.

Then the hoarse voice continued, "Very good. Your background before joining the organization is clean, and the Cleaners have a good opinion of you, saying you are efficient, calm, and meticulous. However—there are still many dissenting voices within the organization against you taking over as the head of the Okinawa branch."

Zheng Yi listened quietly without saying a word.

"Therefore, you need to prove your strength, whether it is sufficient to inherit the title of 'God'."

The voice paused, then continued, "The first mission—there's a shipment, you know what it is, being transported from the Philippines to Seattle. The organization has decided to intercept it and use their own channels to smuggle it to the East Coast for higher profits. You're responsible for seizing it by force."

"Specific details?"

"The ship is a shadow vessel, without nationality or registration information. It is expected to arrive in Okinawa waters early the day after tomorrow. The organization will arrange new combat forces to assist in intercepting it on the high seas. As for the people on board—you handle that."

Zheng Yi was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered two words: "Understood."

"Contact me when it's done, and I'll send someone to take over." After saying that, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Zheng Yi put away the communicator, leaned against the wall in the stairwell, and closed his eyes to sort out the information he had just received.

The God's Palace ordered him to rob a drug ship sailing from the Philippines to North America. The location was at sea. Leave no one alive.

He opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The location is at sea.

That makes things easier.

At sea, he possesses the sea monster-level combat power of the White Dragon. There is a Shadow Isle that can move and is surrounded by a mist barrier.

The advantage lies with me!

[Your Majesty, I humbly request that you endure this humiliation for a few days, for I desire to restore peace to the nation from peril, and to restore brightness to the sun and moon from darkness.]

[Jiang Wei, the Marquis of Pingxiang and General of the Han Dynasty, sighed deeply, moved by the perilous journey you undercover in the enemy camp]

You have obtained the skill book: "Provocation"

[Taunt: Select an opponent who can attack you and shout "Have you seen Jiang Boyue of Tianshui?" The opponent must launch an attack against you.]

Cooling time: 6 hour

Zheng Yi thought for a moment and then gave the skill book to the most resilient general among them.

After walking out of the stairwell, Zheng Yi did not return to the ring area, but went straight out of the gym.

He went to the digital mall and then rode his bicycle to the beach.

The sea shimmered under the setting sun.

The little white dragon is already nearly six meters long. If it weren't for the deep waters of the Ryukyu Islands, Zheng Yi really wouldn't have dared to let it get so close to the near sea.

With no one around, Zheng Yi threw the waterproof speaker he had bought at a high price into the sea.

A ghostly white figure flashed by.

The little white dragon swallowed the speaker, curled it with its tongue, and after a short while, it uttered a clear and resonant Chinese phrase: "Have you seen Jiang Boyue of Tianshui?"

Beneath the surface of the sea, a five-centimeter-long sardine launched a suicidal charge against a terrifying electric eel that was over five meters long.

Awoo.

The little white dragon smacked its lips, but couldn't taste anything.

While cycling along the coast, Zheng Yi stopped in front of a rusty, abandoned lamppost.

He got out of the car, reached out and grabbed the lamppost, and shook it hard. The base was badly corroded, the bolts were loose, and the whole post was wobbling.

Zheng Yi took a deep breath, exerted his strength in his waist, and pulled hard—the lamppost emitted a piercing metallic groan, and was then uprooted.

It is about 1.8 meters long, with a thickness that is just right for one hand to hold, and there is a welded flange at the bottom. The weight is moderate, the center of gravity is forward, and it feels surprisingly good to swing.

He nodded in satisfaction and casually put the lamppost into his game inventory.

It was 11 p.m. at the cargo terminal on the west side of Naha Port.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sea breeze carried a salty stench. Under a solitary streetlamp at the end of the pier stood a bald man.

Zheng Yi's appearance had completely transformed into Shouzhen's—a shiny bald head, angular facial features, a black, fitted monk's robe, and the lamppost he had dismantled that afternoon slung over his shoulder.

Standing at the edge of the dock, Zheng Yi looked at the dark sea and waited for the contact person assigned by the organization.

Footsteps came from the shadows of the shipping container behind me.

Zheng Yi did not turn around.

The footsteps stopped about two meters behind him. Then, an unexpected sound rang out:

"Lord Yellow Eyebrow Buddha?"

Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha, Little Thunder Temple—Zheng Yi originally applied for this name from the organization.

Unfortunately, it didn't pass, so we had to remove the ancestor.

"It is indeed this humble monk." Zheng Yi turned around and saw a familiar face.

Ishikawa Iroha.

The policewoman who helped him with the name change at the Shuri Police Station. The police inspector he described as "young and promising, who shouldn't be working at the grassroots level." At this moment, she was wearing a black waterproof suit, a pistol at her waist, and looking at him with a calm and professional gaze.

Zheng Yi was inwardly turbulent, but his face remained impassive.

He simply nodded slightly and said in Shouzhen's steady yet hoarse voice, "You're the assistant the organization sent?"

"Yes." Ishikawa Ayaka didn't recognize Zheng Yi at all, and answered briefly, without a trace of extra emotion in her tone.

Looking at her, Zheng Yi suddenly felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

There's only one possibility for Ishikawa Aya's presence here—she's been planted as an undercover agent by the Metropolitan Police Department inside the Shinmei Palace.

The fact that she was sent to assist "Yellow Eyebrows" shows that she has not yet gained trust.

Okinawa Prefecture is one of the most remote and poorest regions in Japan, so even when Hakurei Shonin was in charge, it was still on the periphery of the Shinmei Gosho organization.

Now that Bai Ling and Xuan Hai are both "dead," the Okinawa branch is even less valued.

But regardless, the two main figures currently in charge of the Shinto Palace in Okinawa are—

One of them was an FBI undercover agent he killed.

One of them is an undercover agent for the Okinawa Prefectural Police Department.

This organization is like a sieve, full of loopholes. Everyone's using fake alcohol; not a single piece is genuine.

Zheng Yi silently mourned for the leadership of the Divine Palace for a second, then pulled himself back to focus on the task at hand.

"When will the ship arrive?"

"Intelligence indicates that we are expected to enter the waters off Okinawa at 2:40 AM." Ishikawa Aya glanced at her watch. "We have one and a half hours to prepare. The speedboat is ready and over there." She gestured with her chin toward the east side of the pier.

Zheng Yi followed her gaze and saw three black motorboats quietly moored in the shadows, with four or five figures standing next to each one—all peripheral members of the organization, dressed in various casual clothes, with bulging shards at their waists that looked like swords, not guns.

"What about firearms?"

"The people organized on the high seas had hidden a batch of rifles and ammunition beforehand. Once we reached the designated coordinates, someone would guide us to retrieve the goods."

Zheng Yi nodded without saying anything more. He strode towards the speedboat, with Ishikawa Aya following silently behind him.

At 2:20 a.m., three motorboats arrived in international waters about 40 nautical miles east of Okinawa with their lights off.

The sea was pitch black, with only the navigation lights of a ship faintly visible in the distance. It was a cargo ship about forty meters long, with no markings on its hull and no national flag flying. The deck was piled high with cargo covered with tarpaulins—a typical "shadow ship" configuration.