As the Sea Dominator fled, the Siren's Song disappeared as well.

The Oak Ark quickly approached the abandoned Guard Ship, the Water Cannon extinguishing the blaze in the cockpit as the boarding party climbed aboard.

After confirming that there were no enemies on board, Liya and Gabriel boarded the ship.

Looking at the charred command cabin, Liya obviously sensed something was wrong.

Gabriel understood: "There is no Radar system at all! The Radar system had been dismantled long ago!"

Seeing this, Michael suddenly realized: "No wonder the Echo Matrix of this Siren's Song can interfere with Radar, it's very likely that the Pirates dismantled and decrypted the Radar, then used the Echo Matrix to amplify the interference!"

The crowd was in an uproar: "Decrypted Radar? Are the Pirates that advanced?"

Metatron was even more incredulous: "The Radar system that even Bronze City couldn't decrypt, could Pirates do that?"

Then another report came: "There are traces of the power system of the Guard Ship being violently dismantled and reassembled!"

"The Magic Cannon system also shows signs of dismantling..."

Metatron was shocked: "Just how much has the Pirate King decrypted?"

Liya furrowed her brows even more.

At this moment, a flash of teleportation light appeared, and Fafnir teleported directly aboard the ship.

Liya enthusiastically greeted her: "Hello, Sister Fafnir, thank you so much for the rescue this time."

Fafnir laughed: "I should be the one thanking you, Liya, for helping me with the trap—though, it seems like you're actually older than me, aren't you?"

Liya waved her hand: "No way, you're older!"

"You're older!"

At this time, Michael disregarded their banter, full of doubts: "There are too many suspicious points in this Pirate action, I'll go to the Heroic Spirit Hall to find Fafnir and inquire about her intelligence source."

Metatron was excited: "Exactly, if the Pirate King can truly decrypt Empire technology, then we must cooperate with the Pirate King!"

Michael hastily made his way to the Heroic Spirit Hall and, in passing the Starlight Tavern, took a habitual glance; once again, there was no noise, likely because the Fourth Prince had booked it again. Annoying, there's no way to enter now, he's busy.

However, Libnahi really got promoted to manager, so she won't be coming here part-time anymore. This indeed made Michael feel a bit lost. Although he wasn't very satisfied with Libnahi's loyalty test, upon thinking more about it, perhaps a purely interest-driven relationship is the purest and most reliable, although he grew weary of such relationships in the real world.

Arriving at the Heroic Spirit Hall, Michael once again transformed into Fafnir's mansion's butler to enter.

At this time, Fafnir should be dining.

Sure enough, upon entering, he heard Fafnir shouting: "Butler, change the wine, Fire Dragon God!"

She was losing her temper... completely different from her friendly chat with her true self.

Michael waved a hand, and a bottle of Fire Dragon God appeared on the tray, then he cautiously presented it to the table and advised: "Miss, this wine is very strong, you should drink it in moderation."

"It's fine!"

Fafnir drank a large mouthful with her head held high: "Fill it up!"

Michael began a Dream Realm hypnosis to match her mood, pouring while asking: "Miss, the operation was successful this time, why are you displeased?"

Fafnir laughed angrily: "Do I look displeased?"

Michael cleared his throat: "You look angry."

Fafnir slapped the table: "That Bitch! I don't know where news leaked, but she actually followed along, I'm so mad!"

Oops! Gabriel and Sela couldn't help laughing.

Michael was surprised: "Didn't she help you with the trap? Why not?"

Fafnir fumed: "What trap? The Pirates stole this Warship that couldn't be hidden or sold; it was useless to them, and I paid a 2 million ransom to buy it, then I could have taken it back just by pretending to fire a few shots!"

The Ten Lords were in an uproar: "I see!"

Fafnir grew angrier as she spoke: "As a result, this Bitch came along, she took the main role, she took the top credit, I spent 2 million only to assist, and I can't even say anything for fear of being suspected of colluding with Pirates—"

At this point, Fafnir frowned: "Could it be that this Bitch is colluding with the Pirates? Otherwise, how would she know the news?"

Gabriel panicked: "Boss, quickly shut that Bitch's mouth, don't let her have wild thoughts!"

Michael had to reassure: "Miss, surely not, if she could collude with the Pirates, she would have been the one paying the ransom."

Fafnir was enraged and confused: "Are you saying that in every way I'm inferior to her, even poorer?"

Michael was so shocked he knelt down: "Miss, I didn't mean that!"

Fafnir was also stunned, seeming to recall herself to sense, and immediately reached out to raise him: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Michael quickly said: "Miss, you are always the most outstanding master in my heart, please don't have any feelings of disappointment. Besides, although the Oak Flower stole the main credit, she has to explain the problem of why the Warship's equipment was dismantled, which might be troublesome. Miss, you can actually stay out of it."

Fafnir paused: "That's true! Fine, sit down and drink a few glasses with me."

"It would be my honor."

Michael cautiously continued to probe for intelligence: "From the current perspective, how far can Pirate dismantling technology go?"

Fafnir, smiling with intoxicated mist, replied: "At least they can dismantle the Magic Energy Cannon, right? Otherwise, how could they bombard that Bitch? But I think these Pirates lack follow-up power, indicating that Magic Energy Cannons are indeed too limited, and Warships should still be equipped with traditional mechanical Divine Artifact-level Cannons..."

Michael's heart skipped a beat, pretending to lament: "Unbelievable, the Empire's technology which even Bronze City cannot decode, the Pirates actually can..."

Fafnir drank another glass, becoming more and more muddled: "What is a Pirate King? You can only be called a king if you can steal technology..."

Michael was truly refreshing his knowledge of the Pirate King for the first time, ready to inquire further when he noticed Fafnir unsteadily rising: "Miss, you have drunk too much."

Fafnir exhaled a breath of alcohol: "Yes, I've had a bit too much, I'm going to rest. Hope to forget the unpleasant by morning..."

"Then Miss, good night."

At the same time, Fafnir's true self was also having a joyful conversation with Liya, both returning to their own ships, together escorting the Guard Ship back to Bronze City's shipyard.

Metatron was very gratified: "Although they are very proud, when it comes to crucial moments, they have no choice but to recognize the strength of my Bronze City."

Sela was excited: "The key is that this Fafnir can really collude with Pirates, so we can extract Empire technology from her in the future! So, everyone knows what to do, right?"

Metatron smiled: "Yes, we should curry favor with her more in the future."

Sela was furious: "Curry favor with me! Gabriel, you should really thank me for this credit."

Gabriel laughed helplessly: "I know, but how to explain the dismantling to the Empire?"

"Just let your Oak City Beauty handle it..."

Sariel was excited: "I suddenly remembered where there are giant shells over a hundred years old, in the Sea of Creation! So, we must accelerate our ship-building plans..."