The middle-aged person was about to refuse, but realized that Chen Qing had already disappeared, her warship sailing into the distance.
The civilians, suddenly bestowed with immense wealth, seemed somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do next.
Even the middle-aged person was dazed by this unexpected fortune, but her eyes quickly cleared, filled with ambition.
"Everyone, hear me out..."
Chen Qing, who had already departed, paid no more attention to these people. For her, the most important thing now was to snatch a batch of sufficient resources from the Faroe Islands.
And also large-scale mining machinery.
Skipping these minor episodes, Chen Qing soon arrived at the Faroe Islands.
When she reached the Faroe Islands, night had fallen once again.
Above the Faroe Islands, black smoke filled the air, and flames ignited from time to time.
The smell of gunfire lingered near the nostrils, and soldiers hurried by.
