"Target acquired!"
"Right ahead, not far from here."
"The 'Gray Sparrow' has reduced its speed to the minimum. We'll glide through the remaining distance."
On the sea surface not far away, a faint orange light was floating, rising and falling with the waves.
The orange light was somewhat dim. If one didn't look closely, it would indeed be difficult to distinguish in such drizzly weather.
"Is there any special method to salvage them?" Han Zhan stood on the deck, drenched in the drizzle, turned his head to look at Youwei, and asked.
"No," Youwei shook her head. "At least it's not written in that comprehensive cookbook."
With Youwei's confirmation again, Han Zhan nodded slightly.
He then cast the fishing net in his hand down.
The net was thrown into a large circle, instantly sinking into the sea.
Next, he pulled back with both hands forcefully, the submerged net contracted from the edges to the center, dragging it back out of the water.
