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    Ren Ziquan assumed themanding stance of decision-making, his voice resonating like a rion call brimming with unwavering conviction, proiming, "With resolute determination, we shall chart our course forward."


    The atmosphere aboard the immense "Blue Whale" underwent a metamorphosis, morphing into a resonating symphony of exultant cheers, a crescendo that embodied the triumphant zenith of theirborious expedition, a culmination that had been ardently pursued.


    As the air resonated with jubtion, the crew aboard the adjacent "Shiwang" seamlessly merged into the harmonious chorus, and the gentle caress of the sea breeze bore their joyous celebrations across the expanse, reaching distant shores with a symphonic cadence.


    Within this shared triumph, the pulse of most resonated with a chorus of contentment, their spirits buoyed by the sight of "Shiwang,"den with an astonishing cargo of 50,000 to 60,000 tons of precious metal fragments.


    Yet, amid this harmonious symphony, a discordant note lingered, a note of unfulfilled potential.


    Eyes turned wistfully to the transport ship belonging to the ck Iron Company, situated tantalizingly close, yet bearing a payload of untapped metallic treasure.


    A voice, tinged with a sense of missed opportunity, punctured the otherwise jubnt atmosphere, "Captain, should we truly abandon this fortune?"


    Ren Ziquan''s response carried a hint of reluctant eptance, a touch of resignation, "Yes, these metal fragments were once ours, now adorning their transport ship. Perhaps not the entirety, but at least a considerable 10,000 tons."


    A chorus of subdued murmurs filled the air, one brave soul vocalizing the collective sentiment, "This wealth is substantial; I''ve heard each ton can fetch two million yuan. Must we relinquish it so easily?"


    A palpable sense of disappointment threaded through the gathering.


    Yet beneath the veil of dejection, the echo of Liu Yong''s counsel reverberated within Ren Ziquan''s thoughts, lending a veneer of rationale to their reluctant retreat.


    With a gesture of reluctant concession, he acknowledged, "Our options are constrained, and our hands are tied. Let us set our course for Huahai City."


    As the "Blue Whale" embarked on its journey away from this maritime tableau, the "Shiwang" dutifully followed, bearing its precious load of metal fragments.


    As the Global Shipping Group''s vessel faded from view, a collective exhale of relief swept through the ranks of the ck Iron Company.


    Throughout the days of salvage, they had found themselves overshadowed, their yield a mere fractionpared to the treasure amassed by their rivals.


    Yet now, atst, equilibrium appeared to be reestablished.


    As the "Blue Whale" vanished beyond the horizon, the ck Iron Company''s fleet set forth, maintaining a cautious distance.


    With the passage of time, jubtion began to overpower apprehension, the yield of over 10,000 tons of coveted metal fragments igniting a festive fervor among the salvagers.


    Laughter and celebratory shouts reverberated across the ships, one voice proiming, "An unparalleled harvest!"


    "Over 10,000 tons – a yield that exceeds all imagination."


    "Such a haul is bound to draw the boss''s admiration and reward."


    Mirthful banter wafted on the sea breeze.


    Meanwhile, the individual overseeing the meticulous task of salvage seized a satellite phone, quickly dialing Sherman''s number.


    Upon concluding the call, he poured a cup of coffee, gazing out across the boundless ocean through the ship''s ss windows.


    Within his heart, a fragment of his consciousness had already sailed thousands of miles to country M, his thoughts consumed by visions of the glory awaiting him.


    Around him, the festive atmosphere aboard the ship mirrored the euphoria of the waves, as champagne erupted in joyous celebration.


    Yet beneath the surface, hidden from view, a formidable presence stirred.


    **Overlord**, a guardian of the depths, began to stir beneath the waves.


    Throughout the painstaking process of salvage, Overlord had stood vignt, guided by Liu Yong''s distant observations.


    Seeing the triumph of the ck Iron Company, a silent resolve took hold. Such precious metal fragments could not be surrendered without a fight.


    Before the ck Iron Company''s fleet could put significant distance between them, Overlord sprang into action.


    Its massive appendage pierced the transport ship''s hull, its motion as smooth as an artist''s brushstroke. One pration after another breached the ship''s defenses, rendering it vulnerable.


    Seawater surged forth, sealing the transport ship''s fate. As the ship began to tilt, a rising panic gripped its upants.


    "Something is awry with the ship!"


    "We''re taking on water!"


    "Dear heavens, what is happening?"


    Amidst the festivities above deck, chaos reigned below.


    Unbeknownst to them, the joy masked the lurking danger beneath the waves.


    Overlord''s imposing form remained concealed beneath the water''s surface, its intentions hidden by the abyss.


    **Suddenly.**


    A tremor rippled through the transport ship, a muffled echo resonating beneath the waterline.


    Amid the uproarious festivities, the ship''s inhabitants remained oblivious.


    Yet, as they reveled, a behemoth prowled beneath them—the Overlord.


    An astute observer might have perceived a certain grace in its movements, a deliberate precision.


    This guardian of the depths had remained a vignt sentinel throughout the salvage, heeding Liu Yong''s guidance from below.


    Now, as the ck Iron Company''s fleet reveled, Overlord''s course of action was clear.


    With Liu Yong''smand, the behemoth struck.


    Four transport ships, singled out one by one, bore the brunt of Overlord''s onught. Its massive appendage prated the ships'' hulls, rending them apart like fragile parchment.


    A sequence of strikes, a meticulously choreographed symphony of destruction, left the vessels fatally wounded.


    Seawater surged in, sealing their fates.


    Onboard the ships, pandemonium erupted.


    "The ship is sinking!"


    "This cannot be happening!"


    "...!"


    Chaos reigned, and amidst the turmoil, some sought lifeboats, while others abandoned ship, plunging into the unforgiving sea.


    Meanwhile, the **"Blue Whale"** pressed on, its upants blissfully ignorant of the unfolding tragedy.


    "Captain, observe!"


    Ren Ziquan seized his binocrs, revealing the spectacle unfolding in the distance.


    With a heartyugh, he passed the instrument to arade, eximing, "Witness, four out of five ships are sinking. A sight to behold."


    The binocrs circted among the crew, each gaze drawn to the unfolding catastrophe on the horizon.


    As the sinking ships slipped beneath the waves, Ren Ziquan''s voice resounded, "A fitting end to their grand ambitions."


    Eyes remained fixed on the tableau; amidst the wreckage, one vessel remained—the very ship entrusted with recovery.


    And beyond, the "Blue Whale" and "Shiwang" pressed forward, the final act in this maritime drama.