Wang Zhifan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then ordered, before catching sight of a towering figure approaching him—a crocodile-man giant who recently had minimal presence on the ship.
"Old Croc, you'll be responsible for guarding our ship. Don't let any pirates get too deep in."
He said, slightly raising his head to address the capable giant from another race. He knew the man's combat prowess well, easily able to take on ten ordinary pirates.
"Understood."
The crocodile-man giant responded immediately. He was already fully armed and looked like a walking tank, clearly ready for battle.
Soon, just as Wang Zhifan had anticipated, the black pirate ship on the sea surface drew closer. The pirates noticed that this sea vessel didn't even attempt to flee and quickly shouted with excitement, their voices clear from a distance.
"Hahaha! Thank the Sea God! We've caught a big one today!"
"This ship looks fantastic! It will definitely fetch a good price!"
