"Sorry!" Gude Johnson awkwardly scratched his head; "I took action without your.....consent."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." Liu Zhenhan tightly grabbed his hand, "Help yourself."
The other Beamon sailors also came over and greeted them with great respect, each with food in their hands and mouths, their expressions extremely deferential.
"This..." Helen didn't know what to say, "Are your kind from the Eastern Continent already this powerful? At first, I thought it was a ship of evil humans! You scared me there!"
"Evil humans?" Gude couldn't help but laugh, "Are humans evil? How come I haven't noticed?"
"Haha...." A hearty and vigorous laughter echoed from the cabin.
Out of the cabin, surrounded by brown ropes and tung oil goods, emerged a thin and frail-looking elderly human, smiling warmly at Liu Zhenhan and Helen.
