One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi, sitting upright in the captain's chair, didn't even move his buttocks.

He just sighed, somewhat bored.

He slowly raised his hand.

"Snapped."

Jarrett's fists were powerful enough to smash through armor.

Zhang Tianyi did it so easily, without lifting a finger...

It was pinched in mid-air!

Not an inch more!

The violent shockwave vanished without a trace in front of Zhang Tianyi's palm.

"How...is this possible?!"

Jarrett's face was filled with incomprehensible terror.

He felt as if his fist had struck an unshakeable sacred mountain!

Zhang Tianyi sat in the chair, tilted his head, and looked at Jarrett, whose face was full of horror.

"You don't want to save face for me?!"

Chapter 255 That kind of monster can only be befriended

"Click".

The sound of bones cracking under the strain could be heard.

Jarrett's handsome face was now twisted into a pretzel due to extreme pain and shock.

Zhang Tianyi's hand not only gripped his fist, but also locked up the energy within his body.

"What? Where did that energy go?"

"That's it?"

“You…” Jarrett gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

As a senior executive at Behemoth, he was a thorough pragmatist.

Faced with overwhelming power, dignity and national pride are utter nonsense.

Those who understand the times are wise; this is the first rule of survival for capitalists.

"I... admit defeat."

Jarrett reluctantly compromised, and the red light of the mechanical core dimmed.

"The warship... is yours now. We'll be leaving."

"Wouldn't it have been better if you'd been this sensible from the start?"

Zhang Tianyi released his grip with disdain and casually wiped his fingers on Jarrett's suit jacket.

"Alright, take your bunch of useless underlings and squeeze onto my cruise ship."

Don't forget to leave me a few technicians who can operate this warship, otherwise how will I go for a spin?

Ten minutes later.

"Waaaaah!!!"

A long, resounding whistle echoed across the sea.

"Hahaha! That's awesome! This thing is way more fun to press than a car horn!"

Zhang Chulan was very excited, jumping up and down in front of the control panel filled with sophisticated instruments.

He had a camera hanging around his neck, and he dragged Wang Ye, who looked utterly dejected, into taking a photo together in front of the radar screen backdrop.

"Old Wang! Smile! This is a genuine US warship! How many times in our lives do we get the chance to be pirates?!"

"Hurry up and take the picture! I have to post it on WeChat Moments when I get back, and make Xu San and Xu Si so jealous!"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and pushed away Zhang Chulan's face that was leaning in:

"Can't you keep a low profile, kid? This is called robbing international assets; in ancient times, that would be enough to have your entire family executed. And you're posting it on social media? You want to get yourself killed already?"

And at the very front of the command center.

Feng Baobao was sitting properly in the driver's seat.

She was wearing a navy cap that she had somehow gotten from some soldier.

The hat was so big that it almost covered half of her eye.

Behind her stood four technicians dressed in Behemoth uniforms.

The four foreigners were huddled in a corner, trembling like schoolchildren who had done something wrong, on the verge of tears.

"Where... is the gear shift lever?"

Feng Baobao gripped the futuristic, semi-circular control panel with both hands and turned around to ask a question in English.

"Madam... this is a fully automatic navigation system. It doesn't require gears. You just need to input the coordinates..."

A technician stammered an explanation.

"Don't get caught up in all that nonsense."

Feng Baobao interrupted him without any politeness, pointing to a row of densely packed buttons in front of her:

"Which one is the windshield wiper? Also, where is the disc slot? I want to hear some folk songs."

The four foreign technicians were almost in tears.

This is a cruiser that cost over a billion US dollars to build!

It's not the tractor from the entrance of your village!

Windshield wipers? And folk songs?!

But there was an ancestor nearby who was lying on the sofa picking his teeth.

They had no choice but to bite the bullet and teach this eccentric girl in the big hat how to operate the radar and sonar step by step.

Zhang Tianyi lay on the most comfortable sofa in the entire command room, with grapes that Chen Duo had just washed on the small table next to him.

He savored the smoothness of the journey as it cut through the waves and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"This foreign contraption is really well-made; it doesn't wobble at all. It's much better than that cruise ship."

……

at the same time.

On the sea two nautical miles away from the cruiser.

The luxury cruise ship is currently sailing slowly on the sea.

The scene on the top deck of the cruise ship was absolutely appalling.

A large group of tall and strong Behemoth soldiers were huddled together, looking rather aggrieved.

Some sat on pink flamingo swimming rings, lost in thought.

Some people, clutching their rifles, huddled awkwardly under the parasols, as if afraid of damaging someone's expensive deck chair.

After all, that monster had specifically warned about it before.

Jarrett stood at the bow, watching the distant silhouette of his own cruiser cutting through the waves.

His face was as black as charcoal, and there was a noticeable bruise on his cheek.

He was holding a satellite phone, reporting the situation through gritted teeth.

"Ron! Are you deliberately messing with me?!"

Jarrett growled into the phone:

"Why didn't the intelligence you gave me mention that these Chinese people are a completely insane organization?!"

They stole my capital ship! Now my men are crammed onto this cruise ship, which is covered in pink balloons, like sardines in a can!

A knocking sound came from the other end of the phone.

On the high seas, hundreds of nautical miles away from them.

A much larger aircraft carrier, resembling a sea fortress, is breaking through the thick fog.

Ron Keller was sitting in the aircraft carrier's spacious office.

He held a steaming cup of espresso in his hand, watching the images displayed on the big screen.

Upon hearing Jarrett's complaint, Ron was not angry at all; instead, he burst into a pleasant laugh.

"Haha, Jarrett, my dear buddy, don't get so worked up."

Ron stirred his coffee, his tone carrying a hint of detached sarcasm.

Although he and Jarrett were both high-ranking members of Behemoth, their families had always been locked in a subtle but intense rivalry.

Seeing Jarrett get his comeuppance made him ecstatic.

"Ron! I'm in charge of this outer blockade! As the commander-in-chief of the operation to take over Nathan Island, are you just going to watch these natives steal the group's assets?!" Jarrett was furious.

“Jaret, let me correct you on one word. They are not natives.”

Ron stopped laughing, placed his coffee cup on the table, and his eyes sharpened.

“Our informant in China has just sent over detailed information about that person named Zhang Tianyi.”

Ron paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Dude, you should thank God that you can still talk to me on the phone while standing on a cruise ship."

Jarrett was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Ron's voice deepened: