"So there are ships. What's all the fuss about?"
Cheng Bali forced a smile.
"Looks like today's a good day. So many 'water buffalo'?"
"Water buffalo" was their nautical cant, meaning the same thing as a "fat sheep."
However, the lookout hurriedly said,
"Boss... I don't think... I don't think they're 'water buffalo'!"
"Not 'water buffalo'?"
Cheng Bali's expression changed. With a single leap, he was already on the mast. Clenching his saber between his teeth, he scrambled nimbly to the very top in the blink of an eye.
Shading his eyes with his hand, he gazed into the distance, and his face instantly fell.
"Why are there so many ships?
"This is bad. We leave, now.
'Damn it,' he thought. 'Have those people from the East Sea finally decided to wipe us out for good?'
"What about the cargo?"
"This is no time for cargo! Saving our own skins is what matters!"
