In the other room, after replying to the message, Shanley also donned his disguise and headed out.


    "Boss, Specter''s boat is heading east," Felton reported, jogging to keep up with Shanley.


    "Tell everyone to get ready," Shanleymanded, his face grim and his voice sharp as steel. "I want him alive, or I want a body."


    He just wanted to finish off Specter quickly so he could go home to Juniper. He hadn''t seen her all day. He missed her terribly.


    "Yes, sir." Felton acknowledged the order and immediately went to make the arrangements.


    To the east, at sea, Juniper sat inside amand vessel, her gaze fixed on arge


    screen.


    "Boss, the leader of Sigma Network fell for our trap," one of her men said with a wide, excited grin. "His people are in pursuit."


    "Release the fog," Juniper ordered. She crossed her legs, her fingertips tapping a light rhythm on the tabletop. Her left hand casually held a milkshake, but her eyes were cold and piercing.


    "Yes, ma''am."


    On hermand, the Subterra Vanguard team went into action. Within five minutes, a dense fog rolled over the eastern sea,pletely obscuring the view.


    "Which one is Sigma Network''s cargo ship? Have you confirmed it?" Juniper asked in a low voice.


    "Confirmed," Lue replied, pointing to a vessel on the screen. "Damn, that old bastard really came prepared to kill you. The cargo on that ship could kill us a hundred times over."


    "Is that so?" A smirk yed on Juniper''s lips, her clear eyes narrowing into a dark, dangerous glint. "Then we''ll start with that ship."


    "You got it." Lue nodded firmly and ryed the orders. "Be careful. I want that ship hijacked intact. Looks like Subterra Vanguard won''t have to buy any new equipment next week."


    On the other side, just as the Sigma Network''s ships gave chase, a thick fog enveloped them.


    "Boss, Specter was prepared for this," Flint said, gripping his gun, his expression grave. "Visibility is too low. It''s dangerous to proceed."


    "Dangerous?" A cold smile touched Shanley''s tips, his handsome face covered in ayer of frost Sigma Network and Subterra Vanguard are both in this fog. The risk is the same for both sides."


    Felton and Flint listened intently.


    "They want a quick and decisive battle, do they?" Shanley stood by the window, analyzing the situation as his voice grew colder. "Fine."


    "Block all exits from the eastern sea. Ram their ships directly. Open fire on sight. We end this quickly."


    "And one more thing. Specter is cunning and not easy to deal with. But he has a subordinate who is always by his side. If necessary, capture that person."


    During theirst major conflict, Specter had nearly died trying to save that subordinate. It was clear how important they were.


    "Yes, sir." Felton acknowledged themand and turned to leave.


    "Boss, there are too many ships. We can''t be sure which one Specter is on," Flint said, his brow furrowed as he watched the drone feed.


    "Subterra Vanguard has connections in Morata Country, They know this; area around Liberty Ind well. In a fog this thick, we can''t see a thing."


    "Bang!"


    Just as Shanley was contemting his opponent''s true intentions, a massive explosion ripped through the air.


    "Boss, something''s happened to our cargo ship!" Felton rushed back in, his forehead beaded with cold sweat Subterra Vanguard rammed. our ship with a junker! The fog was too thick, our men didn''t have time to react. The cargo ship is damaged and can no longer move forward!"