"Croc No. has three leaders, and given your stature over two meters and hefty build, you must be the second-in-command, Tank!" Ye Chen said indifferently.
Croc No. was a gigantic ship that roamed the depths of the Pacific Ocean, crewed by a horde of fierce and evil bandits. They specialized in plundering passing vessels and demanding sky-high ransoms, making them long-wanted by an international coalition.
However, with over a thousand villains on board and three leaders with Divine Skills, coupled with their unpredictable movements, Croc No. remained rampant to this day.
"You know me?" Tank's eyes narrowed slightly, the rhythm of an imminent attack.
"I recognize you, but you don't know me!" Ye Chen said with a light smile, undaunted by the second-in-command of Croc No.
"May I know your esteemed name, sir?" This time, Tank spoke in Chinese, showing his respect for Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen!"
