"Relying only on this junk, I'd be laughed to death."
Minkler cursed angrily, "Look at this garbage, look at this stupid thing... And you're telling me it can take on a Disaster Beast? Forget the beast, I could wash it away with a splash of piss!"
"You can't say it like that!" Ji Jue's expression became serious. "My ship has dignity too."
"What dignity are you talking about!"
Minkler became more and more furious, unable to curse Ji Jue or the ship. As soon as he opened his mouth pointing at the ship, a loud roar shook everything.
Like a terrifying storm sound wave, it came rushing.
In that instant, the highest point of the cargo ship, the whistle, suddenly spewed white smoke. Amidst the rush of hot steam, it roared.
Deafening blasts erupted, making Minkler's vision go black, struggling to stay upright, while the whistle played a wild melody like a musical instrument.
— Sol! Mi! Fa!
"..." Minkler was stunned.
"..." Ji Jue was silent.
"..."
