Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Then Jiang Zhen squatted down and looked into Zhao Fangxu's eyes.

"Mr. Zhao, your son has a bright future ahead of him."

Mr. Zhao took it as just a polite remark and waved his hand with a smile.

Jiang Zhen didn't explain further. He thought for a moment, then took out a bronze waist token from his pocket. It was his token as the leader of the Canal Gang, engraved with the character "Cao" and bearing Jiang Zhen's personal seal on the back.

"Fang Xu," Jiang Zhen handed the waist token to the chubby boy, "Uncle didn't prepare any gift for our meeting. Keep this waist token. If you encounter any difficulties you can't solve in the future, or if anyone bullies you, Uncle will stand up for you."

When Boss Zhao saw it, he was startled and his face changed.

"Chief Jiang, this is unacceptable!" Boss Zhao hurriedly declined, his voice trembling. "This is far too expensive! How can a child like me accept such a thing..."

Jiang Zhen waved his hand, decisively interrupting him.

"What's wrong with that?" He smiled. "This badge is for Fang Xu, not for you. Take it."

Boss Zhao naturally knew who Jiang Zhen was and how terrifying this promise was.

Seeing Jiang Zhen's resolute attitude, Boss Zhao immediately patted Zhao Fangxu on the head: "Hurry up and thank your Uncle Jiang."

"Thank you, Uncle Jiang." Zhao Fangxu took the waist token with both chubby hands and hugged it solemnly to his chest.

"Until we meet again, Mr. Zhao!"

Until we meet again!

Jiang Zhen turned around and strode towards the dock.

……

Countless people boarded the ship one after another.

Jiang Zhen stood on the bow of the lead ship, taking one last look at this land.

A morning breeze swept in from the river, making his robes flutter loudly.

He stood on the bow of the lead ship, taking one last look at this land.

Those familiar docks, familiar streets, familiar rooftops, were bathed in a thin layer of gold in the morning light. He had lived here for a long time, transforming from an unknown transmigrator into almost the most powerful person in this land.

Now, he's leaving.

He took a deep breath, as if to imprint the scent of this land into his lungs. Then he turned to face the entire fleet, his voice resonating, reaching every ear clearly:

"Send the order: Set sail!"

With a deafening blast of the ship's horn, countless large ships slowly set sail. Thick black smoke stretched out in a long line across the river, a truly magnificent sight.

The fleet slowly sailed away from the Huangpu River, out of the Yangtze River estuary, and into the vast ocean.

The sea is blue, an endless expanse of blue.

Standing behind Jiang Zhen, Master Feng looked at the boundless sea. His lips moved several times, but in the end, he couldn't help but ask the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

"Boss, now that we're out at sea, where should we go? We can't just keep drifting at sea forever, can we? The brothers are getting nervous."

Zhao Yuan also joined in, looking bewildered: "Yeah, Chief, we have so many mouths to feed. Although there are fish in the sea, it's not a long-term solution."

The other key members also gathered around, chattering amongst themselves. Some suggested going to Southeast Asia, while others said to find a small island to settle down first.

“Of course we have somewhere to go.” Jiang Zhen’s eyes became incredibly sharp. “Our first stop is Japan. Don’t you guys still have some pent-up anger? Let’s go vent it.”

"What are you going to Japan for?" Zhao Yuan was stunned. "Didn't they already surrender?"

Jiang Zhen suddenly turned his head and said:

"Surrender?" He sneered, his laughter devoid of any warmth. "Is it over just by signing a document? Do they think wars are something they can start and stop whenever they want? Do they think this place is something they can come and go as they please?"

His voice rose, exploding in the sea breeze.

"How can a beast kill people and then swagger back to his hometown to live a normal life? Where are the homes of those civilians and those soldiers who died on the battlefield?"

Jiang Zhen looked into the distance, his palm resting on the gunwale.

"Surrender is a matter between nations. I, Jiang Zhen, am a man of the martial world; I only recognize blood debts being repaid in blood. The treasures they stole, we will take back; the lives they owe, we will reclaim."

"This is the second ocean cruise!"

"All personnel, full speed ahead!"

Everyone sprang into action. Zhao Yuan ran over to Fifth Master Feng and asked:

"Fifth Master, Master Bai, the boss said the second ocean cruise? I understand it's the operation code name, but does this second mean there was a first one? What did the first ocean cruise do?"

Master Feng and Bai Fu exchanged a silent glance, offered no explanation, and then patted Zhao Yuan on the shoulder.

Chapter 93 On this day, the Japanese once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the tsunami.

Nagasaki, a port city on the west coast of Kyushu Island, was once one of the oldest trading ports in the Orient. A few years ago, the atomic bomb codenamed "Little Boy" exploded high in the sky, turning half of the city into scorched earth and a dead zone.

In just a few years, Nagasaki had miraculously recovered from the shadow of radiation. Wooden houses were erected again on the streets, and fishing boats were coming and going in the harbor, as if declaring to the world that the nation's vitality was slowly but steadily recovering.

"Keep it up! Lift this beam up, and we'll be able to move into our new house this winter!" a shirtless man, his face covered in sweat, shouted.

"Mr. Ikeda, take a break. It's rationing day, so head over and line up early," the neighbor replied with a smile as he wiped his saw.

On the street, several veterans in worn-out uniforms sat on the curb, staring blankly at the sky. The war was lost, their homes burned down, but those who survived always felt that the darkest days were finally over.

After all, a monster that can wipe out a city in an instant, a monster that can single-handedly destroy an army of 300,000, will not appear a second time.

"At least we can get through this kind of life now," the stall owner said to his regular customer, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The regular customer nodded, and was about to speak when he noticed that the noodle soup in his bowl rippled inexplicably, creating a fine circle of waves.

On a cliff overlooking Nagasaki Port stands a white monitoring tower. This tower is responsible for observing the water level and weather conditions in the nearshore area; it is the eye of the port.

Inside the observation room at the top of the tower, three uniformed watchmen were playing cards around a table. Cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and empty bottles lay overturned.

"To K."

"I'm sorry."

"Yamamoto, stop daydreaming, it's your turn." Senior Kobayashi tapped the table impatiently.

Three uniformed tower guards were sitting around a table, surrounded by scattered cigarette butts and empty bottles.

Taro Yamamoto, a recent graduate, was staring at a bad hand of cards, deep in thought. Just then, the old monitoring device behind him suddenly emitted a rapid and frantic beeping.

"Beep beep beep beep—!"

The red pointer instantly exceeded the safety threshold and crashed into the far right side of the dashboard with a muffled "bang".

"Tsk, what's that damn machine yelling about again?" Kobayashi cursed irritably, grabbing his pipe. "Ever since these parts were replaced after the war, it's never been stable. The wiring must be damp again. Yamamoto, go check it out. If it's too hot, give it a kick."

Taro Yamamoto jogged over. He initially thought it was a short circuit, but when he saw the data on the dashboard, he froze instantly, his face turning as white as paper.

"Seniors...please come and take a look..."

"What are you looking at? Another false alarm?" another tower guard muttered as he approached.

When the three people stood side by side in front of the monitor, the air seemed to freeze.

“A tsunami is coming… and it’s huge.” Yamamoto’s voice trembled.

"This doesn't make sense, does it?" Kobayashi frowned and turned to look out the window. "It's been calm these past few days, not even a drop of rain. Where did this tsunami come from? If there really was one, those old men at the meteorological agency would have been shouting themselves hoarse on the radio by now."

He walked back to the table and picked up the cards again: "The machine must be broken. Yamamoto, get someone to fix it tomorrow. Don't make a fuss, sit down and play cards."

Just as Yamamoto Taro was about to sit back down, he noticed that the floor beneath his feet began to tremble slightly.

"Click, click."

The wine bottles on the table clinked together, making a soft, tinkling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, muffled sound, like the collective roar of a million wild beasts in the abyss, faintly reached my ears from the distant horizon.

"That voice..."

The nonchalance on Xiaolin's face vanished instantly. In its place was a chill etched into his very bones. As a tower keeper, he had experienced countless typhoons and tides, but he was all too familiar with this sound—it was the sound they feared most in their lives.

Playing cards were scattered all over the floor.

The three of them scrambled towards the terrace. Yamamoto Taro instinctively reached for the binoculars around his neck, but his hand froze in mid-air.

Telescopes are no longer needed.

At the edge of the horizon, the once azure sea had transformed into a thin, eerie black line. That black line was rising and stretching horizontally to both sides at a speed defying the laws of physics.

A few minutes later, it was no longer a black line, but a towering, black wall of water.

"Amaterasu Omikami..." Kobayashi's pipe fell to the ground, sending sparks flying.

Before their eyes, the azure horizon had completely vanished. The waves rose straight up like clouds, obscuring the morning sun.

"Quick! Ring the bell! Go and notify the city! Run!" Kobayashi screamed hysterically, scrambling and crawling toward the alarm.

"Waaaaah!"

The piercing air raid siren blared once again over Nagasaki.

The once peaceful street collapsed in an instant. Noodle vendors overturned their stoves, and factory workers abandoned their work and frantically ran towards higher ground.

"Get to the shelter! Hurry up to the mountain!"

"A tsunami is coming! The ocean is surging in!"

The entire city of Nagasaki descended into hysterical chaos. Vehicles wrecked in the narrow streets, and crowds surged like a tidal wave, trampling occurring in every corner.

"Don't push! Let me through! I have money! I have money!" A businessman in a suit shouted, waving banknotes, only to be swallowed up by the surging crowd behind him and trampled into a pulp.

Cries, curses, and sirens mingled together, reaching their peak. However, when the ground shook so violently that even standing became difficult, everyone who was desperately fleeing stopped in their tracks.

Because they discovered a despairing truth.

too fast.

It took less than a few minutes for the alarm to sound and fill my vision.

On this day, the Japanese once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the tsunami.

The world fell silent the instant the tsunami struck the coastline.

That was an extreme collision.

The massive breakwater that Nagasaki Port was so proud of proved as fragile as a biscuit in the face of the tsunami, instantly shattering into countless fragments that were swept away by the flood. The port's sturdy warehouses and office buildings vanished into thin air the moment the water hit them, as if they had never existed.