"Mr. Beiyu, there's no movement over there,"
At this moment, atop Snake Island, a man of modest height stood halfway up the hillside, staring at the dark sea stretching into the distance, speaking with a stern expression.
And the language he was speaking...
Was the language of the Island Country!
Behind him stood another man.
This man was about forty years old, dressed in a loose black kimono, with his hands clasped behind his back and a fierce look in his eyes.
He was Mr. Beiyu that the younger man had referred to.
"It seems to be just a passing ship,"
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Beiyu continued, "How about those Southeast Asians?"
"After they landed on the island, they headed into the jungle, and I lost track of them,"
said the young man with a hint of guilt.
Mr. Beiyu shook his head.
"No matter, let them be the ones to scout ahead for us."
With that, Mr. Beiyu turned his head, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.