The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

An hour later, the fat yellow croaker was finally slowly dragged onto the boat.

At this moment, the three bullets had left it with no power to resist, and it could only lie obediently on the chef's large and cold chopping board, waiting for its "lingchi" execution.

At this moment, a small boat suddenly appeared on the sea in the distance.

It was seen moving rapidly in the surging waves like an arrow, and it successfully boarded the huge flagship in a short time.

At this time, Zhang Ye was lying leisurely on the deck enjoying the warm sunshine, unaware of the sudden visitor.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes half-closed, and his body swayed gently in the rocking chair. He looked just like an old man at the entrance of the village who had nothing to do and spent his days leisurely.

"Marshal, the Admiral of the Northern Navy requests an audience!" Lu Shan hurried over with a burst of hurried footsteps and reported the situation to Zhang Ye in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye, who was originally immersed in a comfortable atmosphere, was stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Obviously, he had never expected that Zhang Zuolin was so bold that he could casually confer such an important position as the admiral of the navy.

You know, in the previous dynasty, the admiral of the navy was a high-ranking official of the first rank!

Its status is extremely respected and it holds the military power of a certain sea area.

However, now, looking at the few dilapidated fishing boats that the Fengbei Army has, I really don’t know where they got the confidence to come up with such an intimidating-sounding official position.

Can we really dominate the ocean with just these simple equipment?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a light blue military uniform and with two gold stars on his shoulders, slowly approaching him, led by several guards.

Since the two parties were in a superior-subordinate relationship, the middle-aged man bowed slightly, and with a neither servile nor overbearing attitude, he greeted them very politely: "I am Mo Wenshan, the Admiral of the Northern Navy, and I have come to pay my respects to Marshal Zhang!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye, who was originally sitting, straightened his body, behaved very casually, and asked: "I wonder what brings you here, General Mo?"

In response to Zhang Ye's question, Mo Wenshan remained hunched over and answered cautiously, "I just happened to be here on patrol. I don't have any special intentions. I simply wanted to ask you, Marshal, where you're going this trip."

After all, this place is infinitely close to the area under the jurisdiction of the Fengbei Navy. As the admiral of the navy, it is reasonable for him to come here in person to inquire about it.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Ye's tone suddenly changed drastically.

His voice became extremely sharp, like a sharp sword stabbing straight at Mo Wenshan. At the same time, a cold light suddenly shot out from his extremely sharp eyes, as if it could directly penetrate the depths of Mo Wenshan's heart.

Zhang Ye asked bluntly, "Why? Do I need to report every move I make to you?"

Step on...

Mo Wenshan's heart couldn't help but tighten. He slowly raised his head and his eyes met the other person's.

However, after just this brief eye contact, Mo Wenshan felt as if he was hit by an invisible force, and his body involuntarily retreated.

He struggled to steady his body, but his feet seemed to have lost sensation and he took two steps back before stopping.

Just then, he felt a layer of fine beads of sweat begin to seep out of his forehead, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

At the same time, his originally upright body began to tremble slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"How terrible!" Mo Wenshan exclaimed in his heart.

The man in front of him, named Zhang Ye, exuded such a powerful and heavy aura, like a towering mountain, which made people afraid.

Recalling his previous contempt and disdain for him, Mo Wenshan felt a burning pain on his face.

Before boarding the ship, Mo Wenshan always thought that Zhang Ye was just a young man in his twenties.

Even though he has some unique qualities, he is still young and has limited experience, so it is inevitable that he will be a bit childish.

Therefore, Mo Wenshan didn't take him seriously at all, and even wanted to teach him a lesson at the appropriate time.

But now it seems that I was totally wrong.

Before he could make any mental preparation, the other party only used a look to make him completely confused and almost unable to control himself, almost making him look foolish on the spot.

Even the old coach that Mo Wenshan had followed for many years had never experienced such a powerful aura of oppression.

Facing Zhang Ye at this moment, Mo Wenshan finally realized that he might have really met an extremely powerful character this time.

"General! I have no other intentions. I am just acting according to the rules..." Mo Wenshan's forehead was covered with sweat and his lips were trembling slightly. It took him a long time to calm himself down. Then he mustered up his courage and explained to the figure standing in front of him like an iron tower.

At this moment, his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

It was also at this moment that he truly realized the gap between the two sides.

Not only does he hold great power, he is also the overlord who commands seven entire regions.

And what about yourself?

He was just a small subordinate. If he offended the big boss because of such a trivial matter, the consequences would be unimaginable.

What worries Mo Wenshan the most is not this, but the fear that this kid surnamed Zhang is too narrow-minded and petty. What if he turns around and runs to Old Zhang to complain about him?

Although Old Zhang has always admired and liked me, Zhang Ye's current status is still there after all!

If Zhang Ye really lost face because of this incident, no matter how much Old Zhang favored him, he would probably have to give Zhang Ye some face. If he gave him a little punishment at that time, it would be enough to make him suffer!

Thinking of this, Mo Wenshan couldn't help but secretly groan and curse his own reckless behavior, which might very well bring about a disaster.

"Haha... General Mo, don't be nervous, I was just joking." Just when the atmosphere on the scene was extremely depressing, Zhang Ye chuckled, returned to his usual lazy look, turned to look at Lu Shan beside him, and explained.

"Bring that big yellow croaker here. Thank you General Mo for all the trouble. I'll give it to the Marshal to try!"

"Yes, Marshal!" Lu Shan hurriedly waved his hand upon hearing that. The next second, the fat yellow croaker was brought to Mo Wenshan.

Looking at the bloody bullet hole in the fish's head, Mo Wenshan's face turned pale but he didn't dare to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he held the yellow croaker tremblingly and bowed to say.

"I will personally deliver the fish to the commander!"