Cao Niangzi finished his mission, rubbed his waist, and looked down at the guard - when beautiful men fainted, they appeared like a mountain of treasure that just fell down, very pitiful; how come when it was the ugly ones' turn to faint, their eyes must roll all the way back to their skull like this?

He shook his head and thought: "How illogical."

Then he pinched his nose and dragged the guard into the cell, locking the door. Achieving grand success, he immediately ran off.

At this time, in the cabin of the main fleet, Gu Yun, with only two teenagers beside him, stood calmly with both hands behind his back, looking at the group of fully armed private soldiers before him.

A person's temperament at the age of fifteen or sixteen would, of course, be far different from what they would become after being honed on the battlefield countless times. It might not be evident at first glance, but as long as their appearance did not undergo drastic changes, their facial features would more or less stay the same.

As Huang Qiao heard Gu Yun speak, he was already half-surprised, half-suspicious. After staring at him for a long while, he suddenly shuddered and took a step back: "You, you are..."

Gu Yun held the dagger taken from the Dong Ying warrior just now, casually measured its weight, then used the cloth for blindfolding to tie his hair back and smiled: "What an honor, it seems that Commander Huang still recognizes me."

Huang Qiao, who just now was still displaying his might and recruiting talents, in the blink of an eye, seemed to have been struck by a spell, uncontrollably stuttering: "Gu, Gu..."

Gu Yun replied: "Mm, Gu Yun, long time no see."

A 'clang' sound rang out before he even finished - one of the private soldiers had dropped his weapon in fear. The atmosphere in the cabin was ice cold. Only the woman dressed in white playing music in the corner did not seem to pay this situation any mind; the melody continued to flow smoothly without missing a beat. The song of Jiangnan fishermen sounded particularly off on this occasion.

"Impossible!" The middle-aged man who was arrogantly running his mouth just now instinctively called out, "The Marquis of Order was exterminating bandits in the Northwest, how could..."

"You should read more if you intended to rebel," Gu Yun looked at him with all seriousness, "The Eastern Sea has never raised 'Eagles', but shouldn't you have heard of them before?"

He was not done yet, but a cacophony of screams suddenly sounded outside the cabin. Someone brought out the lights to get a clearer look, only to find two or three ghost-like shadows passing by outside, quickly sweeping by the main fleet, taking lives as they landed.

"Black Eagles! There are Black Eagles!"