The yacht started up and circled in the direction directly facing the fishing boats.
"This is private territory. No unauthorized fishing, salvaging, or diving is allowed within one kilometer of the island. Please back off, or don't blame us for being rude!
Repeat, this is private territory..."
Originally, the fishing boats had rushed over, intending to find a suitable spot to dive and salvage.
After all, the object was in this area, and though it was still like searching for a needle in a haystack, it was much easier than the vast sea.
The water here was only a few dozen meters deep, and the item had just fallen a few days ago. These people knew that if they managed to salvage it, they wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for a lifetime.
Even if they couldn't salvage it, all they would lose was a few barrels of oil.
However, when they arrived here with enthusiasm and hope, they were drenched with a bucket of cold water.
Would they be willing to accept this arrangement?
