"What's wrong, Boss?" the captain of the tenth Assailant-Class Patrol Ship asked. He finds it perplexing to see Zhang Qin Feng in an awful mood today.
"How many able fighters we had in this vessel? What about our equipment and so on?" Zhang Qin Feng didn't answer the captain but asked him a few questions instead. There was a hint of impatience in his gaze, like he was planning to do something.
"Fifteen. We're sufficiently armed and can be deployed for all mission types when required." the captain answered without delay.
"Hmm... Not too much, and not too little." Zhang Qin Feng whispered on his own as he pinched his chin casually.
"Captain, get ten of them ready for deployment. Make sure they're lightly armed." Zhang Qin Feng then relays his order to the captain before shutting his eyes and returning to his own thoughts.