Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

He Feng pushed open the door and was greeted by the cooks who were preparing dinner.

Lin Qingqing was among them; she chose to come herself, after all, one is obligated to accept gifts and food.

Rather than being just a pretty face, she'd be better off shining in the kitchen, at least she knows some cooking skills.

Everyone looked at He Feng in surprise, wondering what gust of wind had brought this hardworking lord here.

They put down their work to welcome the arrival of the Azure Lord.

"Lord He Feng, is there anything I can do for you today?" everyone asked in unison.

"You guys go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me," He Feng said with an awkward laugh, having already forgotten that the kitchen was bustling with activity.

After urging him to leave, He Feng began to prepare his own little scheme.

Tonight, as a reward for everyone's victory in defeating the Frost Bear, we've prepared barley-wrapped crab meat buns.

The method involves steaming the barley dough wrapped around the crab meat in a hot oven, utilizing the surplus steam heat from the boiler room, thus achieving two goals at once.

However, it must be said that the menu on the Azure is far too monotonous.

Normally, we either steam or boil, or even bake.

Basically, it's a package to maintain human vital signs.

In order not to disturb others, He Feng casually found a corner and began to study it in a serious manner.

The collected lava peppers and coarse salt were poured into various bottles and jars in lethal amounts.

"I never expected this big shot to have such a hobby." Lin Qingqing, who was chopping crab meat on the cutting board, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, but didn't say anything.

A heart brimming with tiger's might, yet gently sniffing out a rose's fragrance.

After a short while, all the preparation materials were ready, and all that was left was the main ingredient.

"Everything ready? If you're all set, I'm about to get to work, hehehe." He Feng chuckled mischievously in a low voice.

The hatch opened and closed, and He Feng walked in carrying two large pieces of meat.

The frozen, stiff bear meat thawed in the warm kitchen, and a foul stench immediately filled the air.

"Who took a dump in the kitchen?!"

"Help! This smell is too strong, I can't stand it!"

Despite the wailing and lamentation, He Feng selectively ignored it and instead busied himself with his work with great interest.

Some bear meat is thoroughly coated with salt to minimize the gamey smell, and spicy substances are added to mask the odor.

In this way, after a period of time, most people should be able to go from avoiding it to accepting it.

The cooks standing nearby covered their mouths and noses, all filled with curiosity.

He Feng explained, "This method is called marinating meat, and it can greatly reduce the odor of the meat."

He then displayed the bear meat, which was covered in salt, to the crowd, and the stench suddenly lessened.

Everyone gave a thumbs up, praising, "As expected of the lord, he easily accomplished what none of us could."

Ever since the bear meat arrived, it has been a real headache for the cooks.

Bear meat is just too pungent. Whether steamed, boiled, or roasted, the stench is like a maggot clinging to your bones, making it unbearable.

It's not that the people on the Azure are being pretentious; the human body's aversion to putrid food is a physiological reaction, an innate trait ingrained in our DNA.

Even though they were starving, just the smell alone was enough to induce a physiological aversion.

The lord's actions undoubtedly alleviated their biggest problem.

"The longer it's pickled, the more flavorful it will become, and I believe the stench will be less noticeable by then."

"Besides marinating, there's also smoking," He Feng said, lifting up another piece of bear meat.

He then taught the production process to several people in detail.

Everyone listened, their eyes sparkling, completely stunned.

Lin Qingqing listened quietly from the side, a sense of inferiority welling up inside her.

She is both the daughter of a fugitive city lord and the one destined for revenge.

She was still deeply troubled by her father's sudden death, and after searching high and low, she finally found some clues.

The father's left hand—Lin Sen, a proponent of war.

Not only did he unilaterally participate in major decisions while his father was bedridden.

They also found the same slow-acting poison in their father's medicine, hidden in his clothes.

His wolfish ambitions were laid bare, making her desperately want to defeat him.

The other party was extremely cautious and would not give her any chance. In fact, in order to erase the evidence, they added the bad luck of her killing her father and made her flee here.

The flames of revenge burned fiercely within her, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, until she wanted nothing more than to tear that thief apart with her bare hands.

But after meeting He Feng, a leader, she suddenly felt that her own intelligence and strategies were like children playing house.

He is so outstanding that I feel rather insignificant compared to him.

Looking at He Feng's face, she couldn't help but be a little mesmerized.

Then an idea came to mind.

Since she couldn't do anything on her own, she had to cling to a powerful force that could help her reclaim her homeland.

The girl's gaze hardened.

He Feng looked at the crowd's reactions with satisfaction and nodded slightly.

Bear meat contains a lot of fat, and a diet consisting solely of carbohydrates and seafood is certainly not enough to train a powerful crew.

Therefore, he needs to appropriately increase public acceptance of him.

The pilot program has undoubtedly been very effective.

But then, a voice came to He Feng's mind again.

It wasn't the mechanical voice announcing an information update, but a nightmarish countdown!

[Standing Intelligence: In one hour, White Raven City will come into direct contact with you, and you will be torn apart by its powerful impact.]

Every word is precious, and the entire piece exudes a deathly, blood-red font.

Witnessing the intelligence that was practically a death knell, He Feng's heart was in his throat.

White Crow City, head-on collision, one hour.

These words made He Feng's mind go blank.

There was no time to lose, and He Feng dared not delay.

He darted out of the kitchen like a fly, leaving behind a group of astonished and stunned people.

He instantly activated his superpower, and his physical abilities exploded dramatically, like the sharp sound of a bullet piercing the air.

He was bathed in white light, soaring straight up the gangway and flung open the hatch of the main control room.

His hands moved constantly across the control panel, trying his best to use all his knowledge of operating the ship.

After a series of risky maneuvers, the flight path was abruptly changed.

Turn right at full speed, and the ship turns at high speed.

Large beads of sweat dripped from He Feng's head onto the workbench.

But then, as the hazy darkness was dispelled by the searchlights, a colossal object, many times larger than the Azure, suddenly appeared.

"Faster, faster!"

The ship began to turn around, desperately twisting its hull.

The crew members on the ship were rocked so hard they were swaying and disoriented.

He Feng gasped for breath, his heart filled with uncontrollable terror.

He pointed at the microphone and choked out.

"Attention all personnel! Prepare to abandon ship!"

"Azure, there's no escaping it..."