On the boundless sea.
Three warships followed one after the other, rushing non-stop toward the direction of the International Alliance.
Fox stood on the deck, enjoying the oncoming sea breeze, eyes closed in relaxation, looking as if he were out on a leisurely trip.
But Black Wolf beside him was getting impatient; he paced back and forth, occasionally glancing around, and then heaving a sigh.
"Hey, can you hold still? You've been pacing beside me for an hour now. I'm going to get dizzy, not from the boat, but from you spinning me around!"
"It's just... we're about to cross international waters, surely the scumbags from Cherrywood wouldn't be so cowardly as to fear just this few of us?"
Clearly, he was eager to act. After all, the backup they had prepared in secret was planned to hijack in the international waters; any further, and other countries would get involved.
