Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

The eyes of several crew members from the Qianjiao were darting around, constantly searching for someone in the crowd. Their hurried steps showed that they were very anxious.

They act covertly, lacking any open and honest style, and instead appear shifty and cunning.

When they spotted He Feng standing in the crowd, their eyes lit up, and they immediately walked over with friendly smiles.

"Mr. He! Mr. He!" They waved, and the cold sweat from their near-miss slowly dried.

"We would like to arrange some compensation for your emotional distress. Do you have time to do so?"

"No!" He Feng replied absentmindedly, his left eye rolling back in his head, looking very impatient.

"I haven't had enough fun yet, let's wait a bit, but..."

"However? However what! If this is what you need, our Qianjiao will do everything we can to compensate you." Several people shouted in unison, their facial muscles trembling with excitement.

"If we can win the next round..." He Feng suddenly glanced coldly at the few people standing there, and the imposing aura he exuded sent a chill down their spines.

"I just wanted to play some cards. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

"Let's go!"

He picked up the snakeskin bag and turned to leave, but several people hurriedly rushed to block him, their chests pressed together to form a human wall blocking his way.

But the impact caused He Feng's initial momentum to stumble, almost causing him to fall flat on his face. It felt like a heavy weight had been slammed into their chests, leaving them feeling somewhat suffocated.

This guy is incredibly strong.

He Feng was giving them a warning; it would be a fool to let him leave.

Moreover, their questioning words had made them uneasy.

It was a warning, a rebuke of how underhanded their tactics were in the game, and also a statement that he wouldn't hesitate to stage another disturbance like this if given the chance.

Most importantly, he actually has the ability.

Such a subtle demonstration, whether intentional or unintentional, is already raising their status; they couldn't imagine that the person in front of them was so shrewd.

They will now have to be extremely cautious in their approach to dialogue.

A crew member forced a smile and leaned out from the side-by-side queue, speaking earnestly.

"We, the Submerged Dragon, are truly grateful for what you have done, but Mr. He, this is just a misunderstanding. The old lord is old and frail and is really unable to greet you in person."

"I am the first mate of this fortress, and the others are the second and third mates," he said, spreading his hands to introduce the men in detail.

"We hope you can understand our good intentions and allow us to apologize for our previous rudeness. We are truly sincere."

"Can we talk business?" He Feng asked abruptly, immediately inserting a completely unrelated question.

"Yes, if you would like to proceed with in-depth discussions, we can arrange for you to be connected with a dedicated business professional."

He Feng quickly waved his hand: "I want to connect with your lord. The business I want to discuss is not something that people like you can handle. I'm talking about a big deal."

"So what do you want to trade?"

"Why should I tell you?" He Feng glanced coldly at the Third Mate who asked the question, his gaze filled with a complex mix of hostility and contempt.

"I only communicate with your lord; you are not worthy of his position."

Upon hearing this, the faces of He Feng's deputies turned deathly pale, their entire being appearing ashen and devoid of color.

It's not that they don't want to, but they have some unspeakable difficulties that force them to do this.

"You want to see my grandfather, right? I'll take you!"

A silvery female voice broke the gloom of the standoff, and He Feng shifted his gaze to Qi Ruanxue, who had suddenly appeared from behind him.

Her face showed great pain, which finally erupted after much deliberation.

"I...I'll let you talk to him." The girl's cherry lips trembled, her jade lips pressed tightly together. "But you must promise not to talk to anyone outside about anything you saw."

He Feng shrugged indifferently: "I'll just hear the details."

He knocked out the terrified refugee employee standing nearby and then cashed in all the chips he had on hand.

Such an extravagant exchange, besides instilling fighting spirit in countless gamblers, was utterly useless and was simply pinned to He Feng's waistband.

Guided by several people, they navigated around the winding, narrow paths inside the submarine and finally stopped in front of a damp hatch.

This is the recuperation room where the Lord of the Hidden Dragon resides.

"When you see something later, don't be confused or ask questions. Just assume it's true."

Why?

He Feng surveyed the surroundings, and when he opened his palm, he felt a slight warmth. His experience as a fortress lord told him that this place must be very close to the boiler room.

But once you step into a realm you're unaware of, the burning sensation vanishes abruptly, replaced by an unbearable chill, like a block of ice piercing your chest, bringing an unspeakable fear to your very soul.

His body instinctively wanted to escape this uncomfortable sensation, which plunged him into a bizarre feeling of biological stagnation.

He still didn't take it seriously, fanned the hot air from his head, and offered his opinion.

"Your heat dissipation system probably needs repair, either the heat dissipation pipes or the insulation layer. This temperature difference is too abnormal."

However, He Feng immediately felt himself sweating profusely, with sweat pouring down his head, neck, armpits, and other areas.

Then a feeling of thirst arose, which he found extremely strange.

He was sweating, but how could he be sweating in such bone-chilling cold? And it was even hot sweat with his body temperature on it!

My brain also fell into a hazy, dehydrated state, and I vaguely sensed the onset of heatstroke.

This is definitely not because the environment has gotten colder, but because his perception of hot and cold has been tampered with!

He Feng exclaimed inwardly, utterly astonished.

"Now you know why," Qi Ruanxue said with a wry smile, then handed him a large glass jar.

"Here you go, we're even now. Just don't drink from the spout, I just..."

Qi Ruanxue hesitated for a moment, then watched as He Feng completely enveloped the spout of the pot in his mouth and began to pour the contents in.

"Fine, I owe you." She sighed and said helplessly.

After opening the handle of the hidden compartment, a biting cold wind blew in from inside, sending chills down one's spine.

After the cold air blew across his skin, He Feng's skin developed enlarged red spots, which was a manifestation of blood flow dissipating heat under high temperatures.

"I'll get you some ice to keep warm and put on your head so you don't get hypothermia." Qi Ruanxue tossed him a few packs of ice.

After applying an ice pack to his head, He Feng was able to maintain his consciousness for a while, allowing him to concentrate on looking at the alien sitting listlessly on the tin bed.