Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"He looks like he came here, but he's definitely someone I've never seen before." The old man's face scrunched up as he glanced at He Feng out of the corner of his eye, his expression serious and wary.

As He Feng said, their main business here is selling contraband that is not widely known.

For example, important equipment that is accidentally lost from a fortress, or precious materials that have been looted by notorious bandits, or potent ingredients extracted from certain monsters that can be used to make some vile weapons that are against morality, are mostly not very clean.

These are not things that can be left out in the open; they require a legitimate way to dispose of them.

These small-scale markets for displaced people became the only place for them to find refuge.

Meanwhile, the refugees wandering on the sea also carry some trendy intelligence, so efficient that they are favored by intelligence officers on various fortresses.

To go even further, they even know a thing or two about what happens in the outer seas.

After all, when you're poor, you're willing to do anything.

All of these are located in the deepest part of the black market, waiting for those who dare to risk their lives.

Therefore, in such a trading venue where risks and rewards coexist, there will inevitably be people who are eyeing it.

But markets are always run by people, and once you have any obvious intentions, they can scatter like birds and beasts.

After all, does it matter where you drive it?

How can we filter out the real customers without creating some misleading smokescreens?

The Douyu that He Feng mentioned earlier is a special program they prepared for these gentlemen, and it's all insider information.

Just like the exposed and submerged parts of an iceberg, once you've seen enough, you can naturally talk about them off the top of your head.

His gaze presumptuously moved from He Feng's lower legs upwards, and he could already see that He Feng's facial muscles were tense, clearly indicating that he was about to face a difficult situation.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, forcing himself to laugh even harder.

"I'm sorry, sir, we were just testing the waters. Please forgive us for any inconvenience."

"However, for the items you purchased here previously, how about I give you a 5% discount because of my connections?"

The old man surnamed Qi placed his right hand on his left, smiled, and walked quickly toward He Feng, hunching over and looking down at He Feng's burly body.

"20% off," He Feng said decisively, without even looking up, coldly avoiding the man who was coming to greet him.

"If it's 20% off..." The old man's eyes darted around, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His tone was reluctant, as if he was about to refuse.

Then his voice suddenly rose, becoming unusually cheerful and decisive: "Deal!"

Giving up some benefits in exchange for friendship is not a bad deal.

A 20% discount isn't a huge amount; at most, it just means earning a little less, which is a negligible loss.

Of course, this was just a few toys that He Feng casually bought.

He Feng frowned slightly, completely baffled by the old man's straightforwardness.

"A fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal," he paused, then pulled out some small pieces of paper from his Doraemon-like sleeve.

Several orders for large quantities of iron ore, and food coupons for rye, barley, beets, and other food items.

Like a devil's contract, a thick stack of documents was placed in front of him, dazzling and eye-catching, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

It's a resource voucher! He actually forgot about this thing!

It must be because He Feng ran too fast and left them behind, which gave him the time to buy these things at the market!

They ended up being extorted by the other party.

Once the words have been spoken, there is no going back.

He sighed, his face darkening, and handed the supply voucher back with trembling hands.

He Feng nonchalantly put his things away, gently patted the old man on the shoulder, and gave him some instructions.

"Lead the way."

……

After passing through a passageway built with various small boats, they stopped deep in the winding path and stood on a deserted stretch of sea far from the hustle and bustle of the market.

"Distinguished guest, we have arrived." The elderly man leading the group looked haggard.

"This is clearly an empty sea, I'm here to do business, not to waste your time."

He Feng said somewhat impatiently.

"You'd better not try anything funny. I do know a little bit of martial arts, and I've seen plenty of cases of murder for looting."

"Kukai? Distinguished guest, please don't test me. You should know that." He raised his hand slightly upward, as if directing something, his face showing signs of fatigue from the recent heavy bleeding.

"Boom!"

He Feng suddenly felt that the chassis was slightly unstable, and the bridge assembled from the broken boat was swaying violently.

"An earthquake?" he wondered suspiciously, but seeing the calm expressions on the faces of the others, he calmed down.

Try to make your performance as natural as possible.

He looked intently at the water's surface along the bridge and leaned down to observe the slight ripples spreading across the sea.

Gradually, the ripples grew larger and denser, eventually bursting out like boiling water.

With a loud "whoosh," an old metal hatch burst through the ice, revealing a ladder for footholds.

When it was finally revealed to him, He Feng realized what it was.

An old-fashioned submarine, with only a small part of it visible from the top hatch; what lies beneath the water is a colossal body capable of encompassing the entire market.

The barnacles covering the surface are so densely packed that they might trigger trypophobia, which is evidence of neglect.

But no matter how you look at it...

This is a fortress, a refuge that can sink underwater and isolate itself from any external threats.

In addition, He Feng also had many doubts.

"This fortress must be attacked by sea monsters quite often."

The elderly man surnamed Qi touched his mole, slightly surprised but still answered.

"The frequency of sea monster attacks is quite high, which could be a rather troublesome problem for you, but..."

He reached out and tapped on the outer wall of the submarine fortress, producing a deep, metallic sound. "A second-tier refined forged steel hull should be perfectly adequate in this area."

The second-tier defense is sufficient to deal with most of the lethal weapons in the sandy sea area, and it also eliminates the need for a standard icebreaker.

He Feng stared at the hatch that was barely visible in the fortress, and mentally sketched a rough design of the submarine based on its curves. Only now did he realize how terrifyingly large the submarine was.

The brain is estimated to be approximately 150 meters long and 50 meters wide.

It's a bit small, but it's quite luxurious for a submarine.

The ship's hull needs to be covered with a large amount of steel, and it's even second-tier steel... Just thinking about it... This was the first time He Feng couldn't do math.

As He Feng sank, several people turned the winch above him, opened the hatch, and were beckoning to him.

He Feng pondered for a moment, but still resolutely followed and jumped into the interior of the submarine.