Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Steam rose from the cell, condensing on the ceiling and dripping onto the floor intermittently, making a chilling sound.

Silence reigned supreme in the entire space, with only the whimpering of the wounded echoing like the howls of wild dogs.

This is the place where the defeated go, and where those oppressed by pirates have long lived.

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of three or five footsteps approached from the gangway, as terrifying as a death knell.

The slaves, who had been wailing in pain, now dared not breathe loudly, for fear of being whipped again.

Closer and closer...closer and closer.

The footsteps stopped abruptly at the exit of the cage, and every slave's heart leaped into their throat.

Everyone leaned against the wall, afraid of making eye contact with this ruthless killer for even a second.

They could at least swallow the whips of the pirates, but the one who could wipe out all the pirates in one night would probably be even more vicious than those pirates.

A sense of fear spread through the dark underbelly, permeated by a gloomy atmosphere of despair.

Then came the sound of a key turning in the lock, and after a few crisp clicks, the lock fell to the ground.

First, the nearest cage was opened, then one, two... three.

He Feng looked around; the entire space was dark and cramped, yet it was crammed with slaves.

He then gestured to his subordinates beside him, and the burly men quickly understood.

He immediately began banging on the cage bars with the gun barrel, shouting as he walked.

"Come out, all of you! Our lord wishes to see you!"

"Stop covering your head, we're not bad guys!"

The hunched-over slaves were herded out like chickens and were shoved shakily in front of He Feng.

Before long, all the slaves were standing in the prison corridor, a total of more than 20 people.

There aren't many people, but they are very comprehensive, including mechanics, welders, and boiler operators—a miniature encyclopedia of human labor jobs.

Looking at the numerous emaciated slaves, He Feng couldn't help but shake his head, and then issued orders to his subordinates.

As soon as he finished speaking, several workers brought out a large, gleaming pot. When the lid was lifted, the fragrant aroma of oatmeal porridge wafted out, along with bits of finely stewed fish.

The rich aroma filled the room, causing the stomachs of many slaves to rumble, as they hadn't had a proper meal in a long time.

I'm so hungry, I'm really starving.

Their craving for food almost made them forget their fear.

Countless slaves, their eyes practically glowing green with hunger, disregarded the risk of making eye contact with He Feng and focused their greedy gazes on the bowl of hot porridge.

He Feng took the bowl and spoon and calmly filled the bowl with the extremely thick porridge. The rising steam made any hungry slave drool.

He brought the iron bowl to a near-overflowing level, and after regaining his balance, he handed it to a withered old slave.

He Feng half-squatted, trying his best to make himself look at him at eye level.

"Grandpa, here, I'll make you some more porridge."

The old technician Liu Neng raised his worn neck and timidly glanced at He Feng with his dim, yellowed eyes.

Upon seeing this, the elderly man, who was over fifty years old, was instantly stunned.

What lay before them was not some vile and ruthless bandit who would devour people without spitting out bones, but a refined and handsome young man, exuding a refined and heroic spirit!

Aside from being a bit big... that's all.

"The little train is going through the tunnel..."

Before he could react, the spoon full of porridge was already close to his lips.

The broth soaked his dry, chapped lips, and Liu Neng swallowed the food in a daze.

It's fresh, sweet, and delicious, with a rich meaty aroma, sliding down the dry esophagus into the stomach.

When Liu Neng realized what was happening, it was too late. He quickly lowered his head and slammed it heavily to the ground.

"Sir, it's all my fault for being greedy and not controlling myself. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have eaten the food you fed me!"

Liu Neng's voice was hysterical, his words laced with the strains of extreme sobbing.

"I'm sorry, sir, please treat this as feeding the dogs. Take... the whip, yes, the whip, please hit this old man. I beg you, please don't involve them, I can endure the hunger!"

After saying that, the old man frantically searched for the whip, kneeling on the ground and rummaging around.

The sight before him undoubtedly brought tears to He Feng's eyes. He had thought that these slave workers were miserable, but he never imagined they were this miserable.

He casually tossed the hot porridge in his hand aside, the broth spilling extravagantly all over the floor.

He Feng suddenly shielded the old man, who was covered in oil stains, and hugged him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

He completely forgot the prepared script and communication skills.

I thought he could be hard-hearted in this messy world, but in the face of real suffering, his little tricks were insignificant.

He Feng was truly moved.

"Sir, I know you were once enslaved and bullied by those scumbags. I don't know what to say, but please believe us."

Blood gushed from Liu Neng's head as he stared dejectedly at the burly young man who was tightly embracing him.

The boy's tears streamed down his cheeks, silently dripping onto his withered, tree-like face.

Sincerity of emotion is worth more than a thousand words, and genuine sincerity between people surpasses all vows.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to see his grandson, who had been enslaved and killed by pirates; at that moment, the illusion and reality overlapped.

Liu Neng's mental fortifications completely collapsed.

He began to weep bitterly.

"Grandson, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go to the outer wall to repair the ship that night, that's why you were bitten to death by the sea monster. It's all my fault."

"It's all Grandpa's fault. Why wasn't it Grandpa who died that day? You were so young, you shouldn't have died... you shouldn't have died."

Liu Neng cried so hard he almost fainted, a sight that deeply moved He Feng.

He originally thought that as long as he had the fortress, all his suffering would be resolved, but the tragedy that occurred on the fortress was no less than their past turmoil and displacement.

He Feng slowly got up, took out a wet wipe soaked in the juice of the Snowflake Fruit, and carefully wiped Liu Neng's head.

The bloodstains were wiped away, and the fear that everyone had of He Feng and his group was also erased.

He Feng slowly raised his voice and said, "Fellow countrymen, please don't bow your heads, please look at us."

Perhaps it was his sincerity, for countless ragged slaves dared to raise their heads and look at He Feng and his group.

Looking closely, the people in front of them were no different from them, and were even more so.

Their coarse cotton clothes were patched in many places, and their thin faces bore the marks of malnutrition, but there was a glimmer of light in each of their eyes—the hope they yearned for.

"Today, in the name of the Lord of the Azure, I hereby release you from your slavery."

You are now all lawful citizens of the Azure and deserve the care you are entitled to.

Now, line up to collect your food rations.

He Feng's voice was firm and resonant, full of energy.

All the slaves were completely bewildered.

Look at He Feng, then look at the iron pot.

Is this huge pot of soup all for them?

One of the slaves, steeling his head, timidly asked He Feng, "May I have another bowl?"

He Feng smiled and said, "Not only today, but from now on you will be able to drink more than one bowl more."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in excitement, with even the starving people scrambling to squeeze into the porridge queue.

After a whirlwind of activity, the entire pot of porridge was completely devoured.

The iron bowl was licked clean, and the lingering aftertaste of the fresh porridge lingered in the mouth.

Liu Neng was the first to kneel down in the crowd, followed by a large number of slaves who all knelt down as if a virus were spreading.

"Thank you, my lord."

Dozens of hoarse, loud voices shouted in unison, causing the entire space at the bottom to tremble.

"I, Liu Neng, am willing to serve my lord with utmost loyalty and loyalty, without hesitation."

"To serve one's dog or horse with utmost loyalty!"

"I will do anything!"

He Feng silently watched everything unfold before him, clenching his fists, his heart filled with immense excitement.

The Azure is finally getting better.