Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Wu Mo had already forgotten how many emergency meetings they had.
The sea monsters were running amok, and the old chief was in a terrible state.
Whether it was in terms of size or killing intent, the new monsters were not inferior to the golden-scaled monsters. In fact, they were even stronger.
As he had not fought with the new monsters, he had no idea how powerful they were.
"Chief, I suggest that we use a nuclear submarine to destroy the nest. It won't matter what monsters are hidden inside; they'll all be turned into dust!"
An officer made the final suggestion. Perhaps this was the best way to solve the crisis.
However, the use of nuclear bombs would inevitably lead to many problems, such as the destruction of the fishing industry and environmental pollution.
The old chief hesitated for a long time before he tapped his fingers on the table. Everyone waited quietly for a decision.