Two hours ago, on the outermost edge of the Seven Cities, at the farthest fringe of the barren Yamen Islands where not even birds bother to poop, Minkler arrived at the base of his utterly unloyal Defense Fleet.
The trip was smooth and unhindered.
Ji Jue didn't even need to use the prepared jamming devices.
Totally unnecessary.
The lack of vigilance was so severe that even if the Prosperity sailed right up to the doorstep, there wouldn't be the slightest stir. The essential posts were completely unmanned; even the radar alarms weren't triggered.
Yeah, because they were shut down.
Shut! Down!
Ji Jue felt completely uneasy and even started to get paranoid, wondering if this was some conspiracy to lure us deeper in?
"Relax, that's just how our Defense Fleet is."
Minkler waved his hand nonchalantly as if coming home: "If things were tight on security, then there'd actually be a problem."
