The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family by Adela

Andre let out an ecstatic yell, rousing his men into excitement.

They were all in high spirits, eager to board the ship and look through every nook and cranny.

Andre pressed his pistol against Charlie, grinning. "Mr. Wade, please lead the way."

Charlie said nothing and complied in silence, taking a step forward as he entered.

Andre and Gopher followed closely behind, with the crowd cheering and swarming in from behind them.

The power part, control area, and the crew's living quarters were all in the stern of the cargo ship. The front part was full of cargo storage.

From the cabin door, they entered a stairwell with a steel structure that led to the engine room, and then to the cargo hold. However, these passages were locked in advance. They could only climb the staircase and go all the way up.

None of them, Andre included, were interested in the structure of the cargo ship. They simply wanted to rush to the top floor and take control of the entire bridge.

rushed up in a swarm, never once noticing anything

from the Ten Thousand Armies on the bridge, with

said politely," Mr. Wade, we're ready. When do you think we should set sail?" "You still want to set sail? Ha!" Andre, who was next to Charlie, let out a derisive sneer before raiding his pistol and pointing it at Porter's head. "Tell everyone to stop what they're doing and gather on the deck. If anyone dares

the pistol, quite taken aback. Then, he sighed and said to Charlie," Mr. Wade, I'll be honest. I can't seem to remember the last time I had a pistol pointed at my head. This is quite

Porter to be

despite his gun. He narrowed his eyes and snarled viciously, "Young lad, don't brag! There are many hidden and outstanding talents in

you might die without even knowing why or how if you offended

said to be very powerful in Vancouver. Impressive, no?" "Impressive and powerful?"

said, he shot

contemptuous look and sneered,

million. This guy here is far from being a

immigrants in countries with larger populations. They'd usually form a small group of their own. The Italians can't even rank in the top three on the scale, and their combat power isn't even within the top five. In

You're digging your own