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The moment he saw Ren, Jiro Sato recognized him.

Isn't this the Chinese player who killed number 36?

How did he end up here?

Could they be in cahoots with that engineer from the Hanscat Kingdom?!

calm,

I'm no longer the section chief who can boss around my subordinates in the company.

You must never let him see your hostility.

He forced a fawning smile and bowed again.

"This must be Mr. Ren from the Dragon Kingdom! Your wisdom and courage are truly..."

"Wait a moment." He smiled gently.

The smile was exactly the same as when he killed Number 36, which made Jiro Sato feel a little uneasy.

For any given situation, there are three types of organisms:

One's own people, valuable tools, and stones by the roadside.

If a stone happens to be blocking your way, then try to break it.

"I heard your sequence is [Salt Warrior],"

He looked with great interest at the man before him, whose bowing could not conceal his resentment. "Show me."

[Boss: Come on, give me some work.]

["Look at the abs," "Look at the legs" (doge emoji).]

[Hahaha, this tone sounds just like someone choosing a masseuse at a spa!]

[Don't drive recklessly! Our boss is a pure and handsome young man!]

Jiro Sato cannot see the comments.

But the feeling that Renyi gave him was like when he was on Earth, facing the high and mighty president.

Perhaps the only difference is that if he can't satisfy this 'president' today, he might not even have the chance to leave alive.

"Hi!"

Jiro Sato clasped his hands in front of him, looking as if he were exerting all his strength; even the veins on his forehead were bulging.

The whole process was full of ritual.

A few seconds later, he 'trembled' as he opened his arms.

A small pile of pure white crystals lay there quietly.

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, as if he had just finished a marathon. "I...I've made a fool of myself, Mr. Ren. My abilities are still very limited; this...this is my limit!"

As he spoke, he respectfully bowed and handed over the salt.

Klaus and Renyi took the salt and rubbed it; although there was only a little, the quality was unexpectedly good.

[Pfft, is that the limit? Aren't salt warriors supposed to be able to conjure salt shields?]

[This isn't a salt samurai, this is a salt beggar, case closed.]

[His forehead veins were bulging; I thought he was going to unleash a Spirit Bomb!]

[Isn't this cherry blossom girl trying too hard to hide her true beauty?]

But I was too lazy to expose the other person's little scheme.

This player named Jiro Sato's value has already been fixed in his current ranking.

The process and attitude are not important.

As long as it can produce salt, that's fine.

"Not bad," Ren Yiwen proposed a cooperation plan.

"You can follow us. We will provide you with enough food and fresh water every day and ensure your safety to the best of our ability."

Sato Jiro was delighted and was about to express his gratitude when he arbitrarily proposed a condition.

"In exchange, you will provide us with 500g of salt every day."

500g?!

Jiro Sato almost thought he had misheard.

He put on that look of giving it his all, and this Chinese guy actually asked for 500g?

Damn it, how did he know that was his limit?

"Mr. Randomness!" Sato exclaimed, drenched in sweat, "With my current abilities, I'm really..."

That's your problem.

He said casually.

If Jiro Sato were to truly give his all, he wouldn't complain even if it was a little less. However, this kind of cunning guy needs a clear benchmark.

[The phrase "That's your problem" is incredibly powerful!]

[Workplace quote! Next time your boss asks you to work overtime, this is how I'll do it!]

[Upstairs, I'll offer you incense.]

[Laughing so hard, does Sakura think she's buying groceries at a market?]

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage in the cooperation, Jiro Sato said sadly,

"I have another request."

"Could I... possibly come aboard your ship, even just to stay on the deck?"

"My boat is too rudimentary; I'm worried..."

As long as he could stay on that ship, he could slowly gather intelligence, observe their strength and routines.

It can even move its hands and feet in food or fresh water...

They cannot be on guard all the time.

Upon hearing this, Ren Yi suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, a laugh that was no longer the polite and warm one she had shown before.

It is not a feeling of being alone, but a genuine and joyful expression from the heart.

"Are you really going to get on my ship?"

Klaus shuddered and quietly took half a step back. Why was Ren Yi suddenly laughing so terrifyingly again?

But Jiro Sato was unaware of Klaus's inner thoughts.

I only felt that Renyi was moved by my sincerity or my ability to make salt.

"Hi! Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr. Ren!"

Sato Jiro bowed repeatedly in excitement and eagerly rowed the small boat over, fearing that the other party might change their mind.

After arbitrarily tying the rope that was thrown over to the railing, he even "thoughtfully" helped pull him up.

"I am extremely grateful!"

After stepping onto this strange ship, he suppressed his excitement and was about to exchange a few more polite words...

But then he saw Renyi's hand touch his small boat.

He suddenly remembered that contestant number 36's raft seemed to have vanished into thin air with just a casual reach.

[Disassembleable target detected: dhow]

Disassembling the ship yields: 20 pieces of wood, 3 pieces of hemp rope, and 1 lightweight sail.

[Confirm decomposition?]

If you don't have bad intentions, I really have no reason to do it.

Silently repeat to yourself, "Confirm."

"Mr. Ren... Mr. Renyi..."

Jiro Sato watched helplessly as his only escape route vanished without a trace under Ren's grasp.

The sea breeze blew by, leaving only the rope tied to the railing.

"What's wrong?" Ren Yi tilted his head.

"My...my ship..." Jiro Sato's voice trembled.

"Oh, that one."

"Didn't you say your boat was too rudimentary and might capsize at any moment, and that you were very worried?"

He casually patted Sato on the shoulder in a friendly tone.

"Since you've decided to board my ship, I'll just take care of that wrecked vessel for you, so you won't have to worry about it anymore."

Sato: 「o(ﾟДﾟ)っ……」

[Hahahahahahahahaha!]

[Sato: I f***ing thank you!!!]

[A decisive move! The boss is awesome! Now the salt can't escape!]

[This sail looks great, a steal!]

at this time,

Ivan came out yawning.

"Boss, we have guests?"

His gaze fell on Jiro Sato, scrutinizing him like a prey about to be cooked.

Jiro Sato's legs went weak instantly.

Large beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the muscles in Sato Jiro's face twitched violently, eventually forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He knelt down on the deck with a thud:

"Thank you so much, Mr. Renyi..."

When Klaus saw Ivan, he silently took another step back.

Ivan looked completely bewildered and scratched his messy hair.

"What's wrong with this guy? Boss, what did you do?"

"It's nothing."

View the disassembled [Lightweight Sail] in the system repository at will.

He'd been eyeing it for a while.

"It just relieved him of one of his worries."

Lightweight sails

[Review: A blessing from the wind. It can more effectively capture air currents, increasing speed by 15% in light winds. PS: Don't expect it to turn the tide against the wind.]

His eyes lit up immediately—this is great stuff!