Cylinder Chaos!
Liu Yong's phone buzzed, and a call from Ren Ziquan lit up the screen. With a knowing glance, Liu Yong picked up the call. The situation over there was crystal clear to him; he'd been meticulously observing events unfolding at sea through an intermediary's perspective.
"Ren Ziquan," Liu Yong spoke calmly, his voice infused with unwavering confidence, "There's no need to let fear cloud our judgment. They're powerless against us."
The assertion carried an air of certainty, each word spoken like a shield against trepidation.
Ren Ziquan's racing heart found solace in Liu Yong's self-assured tone. As the tension ebbed away, Ren's voice steadied, "Captain, they're hailing us!"
In haste, a crew member barged into the room, his anxiety palpable. "Captain, they're shouting at us!" he panted.
"Stay composed," Ren Ziquan soothed, his words aimed at both the crew member and himself. "Disregard their words; their bark holds no weight."