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We must escape.

If Morrison had won, their outcome wouldn't have been any better than it is now.

But if he loses, these monsters will take their anger out on him...

Ethan could hardly imagine how miserable their fate would be!

At the edge of the pool,

Elijah listened to Morrison and the snake-tailed queen's hissing conversation, completely bewildered.

The audience was equally bewildered:

[What's going on? How can Morrison speak Parseltongue?]

[Wait a minute, I think Ethan seemed to understand too? Isn't he the "connoisseur"?]

[It's obvious he didn't watch the Sunset Kingdom's live stream earlier; Ethan's been hiding something. His sequence is "Child of the Forest."]

[What about Morrison? Isn't he a "Deepsea Barbarian"?]

[Damn, I know, he speaks with a parsley accent!]

Vanessa gently brushed her fingers across the calm water, causing it to ripple violently, and a lifelike map slowly emerged.

Mountains, jungles, rivers, and swamps are all clearly visible.

In the southwest corner of the map, there is a special glowing dot marking the location of the cave dweller tribe.

"This is the southern half of the landmass of the Tsukuyomi Mountains."

"My people can only go this far."

Morrison's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He quickly pulled out a piece of leather and a piece of charcoal from his pocket and swiftly copied the map in the water.

Vanessa watched with great interest, as if admiring a busy worker ant.

"Now that we have the map, when are you planning to set off?"

"No rush, Your Majesty."

Morrison explained as he refined the map's details:

"As you just noticed, its wounds show signs of treatment, which means they deliberately released one alive. They must be fully prepared for our attack."

"you mean,"

Vanessa lazily swayed the tip of her tail.

The water rippled, and the map blurred for a moment.

"Should we wait?"

“Yes.” Morrison marked off the cave dwellers’ territory and put away the map. “We’ll make our move when they think we’re too scared to come, when their guard is down.”

"Hmph, cunning humans."

Vanessa's evaluation was neither positive nor negative.

"To deal with a cunning enemy, it's a contest of patience, Your Majesty."

After all,

Morrison turned to the corner cage.

"We can't just sit idle while we wait,"

"That woman, she can provide your warriors with better weapons, I need her."

......

"Boss, when do you think those slugs will come?"

Ivan wiped the sweat from his brow and continued cranking the winch on the treehouse platform.

"Faster! Hurry up!" Klaus shouted energetically from under the tree.

"Okay, okay..."

He quickly sped up his movements.

This was at Klaus's request, to repeatedly test whether the newly installed lifting platform was stable.

"It's been a whole day, and they're moving so slowly!"

On the wooden sofa inside the observation deck,

Renyi was sitting with his legs crossed, holding the broken fishing line from the "Pudu" fishing line that had been bitten by something, carefully examining the break.

He answered Ivan's question without turning his head:

"What's meant to come will come eventually. If things go smoothly, it should arrive in about two days."

"Let's fucking get him!"

Ivan excitedly pumped his fist, momentarily forgetting about the winch, when Klaus's terrified curses came from below.

"So be patient, if they don't come..."

He casually reeled in the fishing line. "That means their leader is a more troublesome fellow than we thought."

Meanwhile, on Earth.

Beautiful country customs.

"Identification documents".

A rough hand handed over the passport.

One guard was checking the luggage, while another was comparing it to the passport.

The man, an Asian man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, had greasy hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in ages. He wore an inappropriate top hat, a plain white shirt, and a wrinkled woolen vest. He was hunched over, and his face was covered in wrinkles when he smiled.

Because of the [Ocean Era], border management in all countries has been raised to the highest level.

Especially for immigrants heading abroad at this critical juncture, the screening process is even more stringent.

"What are you going to China for?"

The guard spoke rudely, carefully verifying the identification information in the system.

"Oh my, how did you know I was going to see my girlfriend!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately perked up, and the person searching him nearly grabbed him. "Behave yourself, don't move!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The middle-aged man obediently stood back, almost pressed against the guards who were searching him. A strong smell of fake cologne and cigarette smoke wafted over him.

The female guard involuntarily leaned back slightly.

"Let me tell you, fate is a mysterious thing!" he said, spitting as he spoke.

"Everyone says there's no real emotion in live streams, but I'd say it's just a lack of charisma!"

"Look, after sending over a hundred big rockets, the goddess finally agreed to meet me in person!"

As he spoke,

He pulled out his phone and shoved it right up to the guard's nose.

The person above has a typical snake-like face, with the beauty filter turned up to the point of distortion; even the cabinets in the background look like cones.

"Isn't it beautiful! Oh, let me tell you..."

The guard's eye twitched, and he quickly searched the man's identity information before finishing. The man then turned to the person at the window who was checking his identity.

"Young man, are you married yet?"

"Let me tell you, if you find the right one, go for it! Don't be like me, picking and choosing when you're young, and in the end..."

"That's fine."

The white male at the window pressed a key on the keyboard, pushed the passport out, and said, "Good luck."

"Hehe, thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

The middle-aged man bowed and scraped as he took back his passport, then hobbled into the waiting hall carrying his worn-out suitcase.

The two guards breathed a sigh of relief as they watched his retreating figure.

The middle-aged man hummed a tune and sat down in an empty Western restaurant.

He put his suitcase on the seat next to him and ordered the cheapest coffee.

After sitting for a short while, he waved to a passing waiter.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Hello, sir." The waiter politely stopped in his tracks.

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back. Could you watch my luggage for me? It's very valuable!"

The middle-aged man pointed arrogantly at the box next to him, "Don't let anyone get close, and you shouldn't get close either, or I'll complain about you."

The waiter's smile froze for a moment, then he nodded.

"Yes, sir, please don't worry."

The uncle then hunched over and walked towards the restroom.

Less than five minutes later.

"boom--"

The restaurant's glass doors were flung open, and a team of heavily armed special agents in black suits rushed in, instantly taking control of all entrances and exits.

The diners gasped in surprise, but quickly fell silent under the dark muzzle of the gun.

The leader, wearing a headset, demanded sharply, "Surveillance!"

"Report, target entered restroom number three three minutes ago!" came the urgent response through the earpiece.

"Go in!"

The special agents broke down the doors, roughly kicking open the doors of each cubicle.

"Empty!"

"No!"

"It's not here either!"

The leader's face darkened, and he roared into his headset, "Seal off the boarding gate! #381 All passengers are prohibited from boarding! Check them one by one!"

"yes!"

A piercing alarm sounded at the port, the boarding gate that had just begun checking tickets was abruptly closed, and passengers were herded into a restricted area, creating chaos.

The passenger ship, number #381, sounded its horn precisely on time and slowly sailed away from the port.

In the corridor, the door to a flight attendant lounge opened.

A young man in his twenties walked out. He was wearing a smart white waiter uniform, a bow tie, and his hair was neatly combed.

"Hey, it's time to go and there's not a single customer yet?" he asked a passing colleague.

"They said there were spies infiltrated, and all the passengers were detained for questioning."

The young waiter raised an eyebrow:

"Really? Then our trip..."

"Let's make a trip with an empty boat!" my colleague chuckled. "Great, that'll be an easy trip!"

"Indeed, it's practically a paid vacation!"

The young waiter smiled too.

The two walked together toward the staff canteen at the bow of the ship.

In the dormitory where the young waiter had just left, the wardrobe door was ajar.

Inside, a wrinkled woolen vest and a worn-out gentleman's hat hung quietly.