Reinhardt stared, dumbfounded, as Shi Ming climbed onto the deck. The man had fallen from the sky, pierced clean through the ship's hull, and plunged into the water below.
'A harbinger of doom has arrived!'
As a veteran captain who had sailed the seas for many years, he had faced every kind of predicament imaginable. But this young man before him, crackling with lightning, truly exuded the stench of death. He knew a single misstep would mean utter ruin.
He had no doubt that if that lightning-wreathed fist struck him, he would die instantly, regardless of his defenses.
His A-rank skill, Heart of Weaving, specialized in scheming from the shadows, not direct confrontation.
"Friend, this is all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding."
"Fifty Dome Crystals—oh, no, I'm willing to pay a commission of one hundred Dome Crystals. What do you say we just let this go?"
His eyes darted back and forth.
