Before Shen Feng could react, Witch Tower snatched up her Longbow, leaped to the ship's rail, and vaulted down the rope ladder to the shore.
Her steps were light, her body swift as a swallow as she sprinted toward the crumbling aircraft carrier wreck.
She was even faster now than when she had escaped, a clear sign of her inner yearning.
Shen Feng raised a hand, signaling a halt to the bombardment. He walked to the rail and spoke without turning his head.
"Thirty people, armed. You're with me to take a look. The rest of you, stand by for my orders."
With that, he grabbed the rope ladder, vaulted over the rail, and slid swiftly down. He landed on the ground and set off after Witch Tower toward the carrier wreck.
Old Bill immediately gestured, picking out thirty armed men to follow closely behind their captain.
After he had turned "Heaven" into Hell with a bombardment, the sailors' reverence for Shen Feng reached a new peak.
