Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

How could it be possible!

On a ship covered in black mud, did someone really dare to make a move? Could anyone even make a move?

The bespectacled man swallowed his saliva. Under Pelu's reminder, he also noticed this fact:

"Not the Black Whale Group's people, in the footage transmitted by the Eye of Long Voyage, the bald man who was in charge of docking for the Black Whale Group is dead as well, and besides, the Black Whale Group has no reason to harm us.

To dare attack our boss under the joint assault of the nearshore overlord and the black mud, it would have to be at least a third-tier expert.

Could it be the Deep Sea Merchant?"

Pelu propped her cheek, watching the footage over and over again.

"It's not the Deep Sea Merchant. Despite the storm, there was still light; the Deep Sea Merchant wouldn't appear during the day."

Pelu had been captured by the Deep Sea Merchant once during an interview and thrashed wildly in the water.

She barely survived, thanks to the flash from her camera.

So she was certain that the people on the Black Rabbit were not Deep Sea Merchants.

The fleeting shadow in the footage was very likely the perpetrator.

Pelu reviewed the footage three more times:

"Above the deep sea, to attack an ironclad ship while the nearshore overlord and the black mud are present is indeed a monster."

Suddenly, Pelu thought of something.

Her intuition told her that the other party possessed some special skill, one that could make them immune to the attacks from the black mud and the nearshore overlord.

"Interesting! The Black Rabbit, seeking to align with the Black Whale Group, was killed on its maiden voyage by an unidentified monster atop the ocean. This makes for quite a good piece of news."

Pelu started writing, transferring the events from the projector screen onto her draft paper.

After a busy three days, she had finally found some interesting material for her news story!

When the Deep Sea Merchant first appeared, people just thought it was an ordinary boatman.

The monster before them might become just as famous as the Deep Sea Merchant, a renowned creature of the ocean.

And her report was likely to be the first to cover this mysterious entity!

The lips of the bespectacled man moved. He suddenly remembered the Black Rabbit's first business deal; could it have been the chef who arranged for someone to do this?

He pondered whether to spill the beans about the Black Rabbit's plan to rob the chef.

But he quickly dismissed the thought. How could a first-order chef afford to hire a third-order Transcendent?

Speaking out would only tarnish their reputation, adding to their crimes.

Pelu picked up her camera, took a few pictures, and then prepared to leave.

The bespectacled man swallowed another gulp of saliva; finally, this plague was leaving:

"Goodbye, Miss Pelu. I'm a fan of yours. Can I ask when this newspaper will be published?"

They, the Black Rabbit gang, needed to move their assets before the newspaper article was published, clean up all the slaves in the basement, and then flee.

"Hm?"

Pelu turned her head, revealing a playful smile:

"You don't really believe you can walk out of this meeting room in peace after seeing me, do you?

Let me tell you about some news that's about to be published. Following the navy's reorganization, to curb the increasing piracy, they are preparing to punish a batch of scum that joined the pirates recently.

Guess who's on that list?"

All the gang members felt their hearts stop for a moment.

As she spoke, Pelu pushed open the large doors outside the meeting room.

At the entrance, there were civilians who wanted to thank Pelu.

But aside from the civilians, there were also ten law enforcers clad in heavy steam armor.

Their thick iron boots trod across the meeting room, and gang members drew their weapons.

Da da da da da da!

Da da da da da!

Pelu cleared her ears.

She wasn't interested in a heated fight; after signing autographs for the grateful crowd, she headed towards the White Dove Newspaper.

She just wanted to finish her work and then take a short nap before enjoying a delicious feast.

...

...

Twilight.

The waves gently lapped the shore, sounding deep and rhythmic.

By the harbor, a small houseboat with a 'Resting' sign hung on it.

Chen Qi sat inside the boat house, opening the Ice Devil Pirates' sea chart, contemplating his next destination.

Single-handedly taking down an ironclad ship was a big deal.

For safety's sake, he decided to leave Moonstone City temporarily.

Better lay low in case things got out of hand, Chen Qi thought to himself.

And just then, there was a hurried knock on the door of his little boat house.

"Open up! Boss! Don't you want to make money? It's time to open up for business!"

This lively and self-assured voice... Chen Qi put away the sea chart and opened the door of the boat house.

Outside the door, a short-haired blonde woman looked at him with a cheerful smile.

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"My fan, you finally opened the door for me."

The confident Pelu sat down at the dining table, holding a copy of a freshly printed newspaper.

"?"

Chen Qi looked puzzled.

When had he become her fan?

Though it was true that Pelu had many die-hard fans in Moonstone City.

Clearly, he was not one of them.

As if reading Chen Qi's mind, Pelu crossed her legs:

"I'd like a Moon Light Fish please, and by the way, let me guess, are you wondering when exactly you became my fan?"

"When?"

Chen Qi was confused.

If she wanted a Moon Light Fish, he would have to go to the neighboring big ship to buy one at a high price.

But Pelu's visit was a good thing.

He could take this opportunity to ask her if she had any information about Grade D cracks.