Wu Zhong suddenly slammed a fist onto the table with a "bang," the black iron prosthesis causing the tabletop to tremble violently, making the edges of the map curl up: "What use is just capturing people! I restructured the warship overnight, mounted wolf's tooth rams at the prow, and lined the decks with Thunderfire guns! When the Wokou come, they will know that Great Ming's steel is much harder than their broken boats!"
He waved his iron palm, the gears inside the prosthesis clanking, as if they had already begun to operate.
