On the other end of the phone, the young man frowned slightly and gave a signal to his subordinate next to him.
The subordinate took out a tablet and operated it for a bit, pulling up some intelligence.
The young man looked at the intelligence, as well as several unclear pictures.
There was the Dahlia and a few sunken ships controlled by water ghosts.
He looked again at the formal notice from the Scorching Sun Department, and the wording was indeed quite unfriendly, but the Scorching Sun Department had always been like this, either lazy to pay attention, since this sort of pulling and cursing is generally done by diplomatic people, but if the Scorching Sun Department pays attention to someone, they generally won't be too polite.
After understanding roughly what happened, the young man frowned and felt a bit aggrieved.
They really seemed to have done nothing.
