"Kermit, pass my message on to the 11 fleet marshals. Tell them that from today onwards, all of them are not go near Cruiser-01 to 05 at the Gulf of Eden." Abadi sat on an armchair with ivory handles, his gaze intense.
"Leader, didn't he mention that, as long as we discover them once, he will pay us 50,000 US Dollars?" Kermit stood at the side with a puzzled expression.
"50,000 US Dollars? Do you think that 50,000 US Dollars is beneficial to us? Is it worth the oil used to venture out into the ocean?" Abadi asked, as he turned his head and gave a condescending smile. Soon after this, he began to stroke his beard.
"This person must have an influential background. He either has connections with one of the elite families or holds a large amount of political power. Since we cannot harm him, we might as well curry favor with him."