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The yacht was sailing smoothly and slowly on the sea.

Luo Fei was standing next to the bridge, holding a drink in his hand. Before he could even bring it to his lips, Captain Sun's voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Luo." Captain Sun's voice was low, and his expression was extremely grave. He quickly walked to Luo Fei's side. "Old Wu has sent word that the situation is not good. The Japanese are reacting very strongly."

Upon hearing this, Luo Fei slowly put down his cup. He turned around, looking calmly at Captain Sun, awaiting further news.

Captain Sun quickly handed over the walkie-talkie he was holding.

Old Wu's slightly hoarse voice came through the walkie-talkie, mixed with the crackling of electricity, but every word was clearly transmitted to Luo Fei's ears.

"They demanded that you and the two fishing boats remain in place immediately for their investigation. Furthermore, their 4th Escort Flotilla of the Maritime Self-Defense Force has urgently departed and is currently heading in your direction. According to reliable intelligence we have, this fleet is equipped with advanced anti-ship missiles, and its commander has been ordered to use force to intercept any vessels attempting to leave."

Upon hearing this, Captain Sun's face instantly turned pale. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a sound.

Old Wu's voice continued through the walkie-talkie: "Also, there's another important situation I need to report to you. Japan has recently deployed medium- and long-range Tomahawk missiles provided by the United States on its southern islands. Their range already covers some important coastal cities of our country. More noteworthy is that they've set up the launch sites near civilian facilities, surrounded by schools, hospitals, and other densely populated areas. Clearly, they've not only prepared for military confrontation but also meticulously planned a propaganda war."

After listening, Luo Fei remained silent for two seconds before speaking.

The voice wasn't loud: "Tell those two fishing boats to turn back immediately. Don't wait, don't be afraid. Your coast guard ships, follow behind them and remain vigilant."

Old Wu paused for a moment: "Mr. Luo, what if the Japanese fleet intercepts—"

"No, we won't," Luo Fei interrupted him. "Let them go. My parents are on the ship; have someone take good care of them. I'll handle the rest."

Old Wu didn't ask any more questions, said "Understood," and hung up.

Luo Fei returned the walkie-talkie to Captain Sun and turned to walk towards the cabin.

Li Xiulan and Luo Weidong were sitting on the bed in the bedroom. Li Xiulan was still holding the handful of seashells in her hand, arranging them one by one on the bed according to size, as if she was preparing to make handicrafts.

Luo Weidong watched from the side, occasionally reaching out to help adjust the position. Li Xiulan complained that it was "placed crookedly," but he didn't get annoyed and continued to help.

Luo Fei opened the door and walked in, his expression calm. "Mom, Dad, let's find a place to go diving. You two get some rest."

Li Xiulan looked up at her son and nodded.

Luo Fei turned around, closed the door, and walked onto the bridge deck.

Captain Sun stood in the bridge, gripped the steering wheel, and prepared to turn.

Xiao Lin and Xiao Wang stood at the bedroom door, their hands on their waists, looking wary.

Ah Jie and Xiao Chen stood quietly in the corner, without saying a word.

Luo Fei raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The sky is very blue, and the clouds are very white.

His body rose gently, silently.

Captain Sun saw this from the bridge window, paused on the steering wheel, took a deep breath, and turned the steering wheel forcefully. The yacht began to slowly turn, the bow turned, and it sailed smoothly towards Xiamen City.

Luo Fei ascended to a high altitude and hovered, then took out the secure satellite phone from his storage ring and dialed Director Qin's number.

"Xiao Luo." Qin Zhenhua's voice came from the other end of the phone, skipping the pleasantries and getting straight to the point, "You know the situation, right?"

"Understood," Luo Fei said. "I need the location of the Japanese giant axe missile launch site."

There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone. Qin Zhenhua said, "What are you planning to do?"

Luo Fei didn't answer the question, only saying, "Just send it to me."

Qin Zhenhua didn't ask any more questions. "Okay. I'll send it to your phone in two minutes. Also, there's something else you need to know—the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force fleet is currently about 100 nautical miles northeast of your return route. Four ships. All of them are carrying anti-ship missiles."

Luo Fei said, "I understand."

Qin Zhenhua paused for a moment, his tone carrying an indescribable quality, like a word of advice.

"Little Luo, whatever you do, remember one thing—the Dragon Kingdom will always stand behind you."

The phone hangs up.

Luo Fei put his phone back into his storage ring, hovering it in mid-air, and looked down at the sea below.

The two fishing boats had already turned and were sailing at full speed towards China, their sterns kicking up huge sprays of water.

Coast Guard vessels followed closely behind, safeguarding the safety of the fishing boats.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to the northeast, and began to accelerate, his body like a beam of light piercing through the clouds.

A few minutes later, he saw a fleet sailing on the sea.

Four ships, lined up in a straight line, sailed on the deep blue sea.

Two destroyers led the way, their lines sharp and angular, their bows high and pointed their guns toward the sky, while their radars slowly rotated on top.

The frigate is in the middle, smaller than the destroyer, but more compact, resembling a contracted fist.

The supply ship was at the very end, the largest in size and the slowest, leaving a wide trail behind it.

Light shone through the windows of the bridge, and shadowy figures moved about.

There were people standing on the deck, wearing dark blue uniforms and hats, facing the sea.

The flags on the masts fluttered in the sea breeze, and the Japanese flag stood out starkly against the gray-white warships.

Luo Fei hovered thousands of meters above the fleet, looking down at them.

Four ships, several hundred people, and dozens of missiles are heading towards the fishing boats and yachts, and will reach the interception position soon.

Instead of acting immediately, he took out the satellite phone from his ring. There were several new messages on the screen, coordinates sent by Director Qin, marking the specific locations of those missile launch sites on the southern islands of Japan—some next to schools, some next to hospitals, and some hidden in the middle of residential areas, their intentions extremely sinister.

After reading it, he put away his phone expressionlessly and turned his gaze back to the fleet.

The sea breeze carries a salty, fishy smell.

The clouds moved slowly overhead, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting patches of light on the sea, flickering and changing.

Luo Fei raised his hands, palms down, fingers slightly spread, and the air began to flow.