Su Mo let the anchor down and stood atop Hope One that floated in the middle of the ocean as if it were a god of war.
He wore a full set of armor, the majestic three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand as he stared right at the mixed group of foreign race soldiers lining up ahead.
Directly ahead of him, Connie—now awake—had already started mobilizing working teams.
Within half an hour, these foreign race workers who were "hardworking and willing to endure hardships" had once again salvaged over 200 wooden chests. Added to the previous acquisition of 790, they fell just slightly short of a thousand.
As for the wooden chests further away, they had either floated too far off or were hidden in the ashes of the creatures hit by gunfire. Trying to find them would not only be a waste of time, but it would also be a waste of human and material resources!
Thus, after seeing that efficiency was declining, Su Mo ordered the collecting to stop.
