The sun shone brightly, and the sea and sky were a dazzling blue!
A luxurious behemoth of a ship was cutting through the waves, heading in the direction of Huaxia.
With silver hair full on his head, Gongmen Cang stood on the deck, hands behind his back.
He was gazing toward the Orient!
In the 1930s, his ancestors had nearly conquered this land of great expansiveness and rich resources—what glory that would have been?
Unfortunately, due to the forceful intervention of the American empire, they ultimately fell short of success.
Such a wonderful place, yet occupied by a bunch of 'Sick Men of East Asia'—it was a total waste of heaven's gifts!
And that detestable Wang Hao, if I don't tear you to pieces, the hatred in my heart will never be quenched.
Just as Gongmen Cang was seething with anger, the ship suddenly shook violently twice.
"Someone, what's happening?"
