The situation spiraled out of control, just as Mother Michiya had established her authority, but a single blast of a ship's horn disintegrated the dignity she had erected like ice melting in the sun.
At the sound of the first horn, many people didn't catch it clearly.
But from the distant sea, the prolonged blasts of the ship's horn resounded, and everyone listened intently, hearing it loud and clear.
Obviously, a ship was approaching, and judging by the sound of the horn, it was heading their way. Given it was already deep into the night, what kind of ship would come to such a sensitive area at this time?
Mother Michiya said, "Yamashita, what's going on?"
Kunsheng Yamashita had completely lost his composure, unable to understand what was happening. There was radar on the ship, planes circling overhead in patrol; within a hundred nautical miles around Snake Island, there was all-around monitoring—how could a ship possibly just appear?
