Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 392 Suppress Bandits

[Donald’s Perspective]

I said with a sneer, glanced through the window at the naval fleet on the sea, and continued, "I’m giving you 15 minutes to come here; I’ll be waiting on my ship."

There was silence on the other side for a while before they started to speak, seemingly trying to change my plan of attack.

"Your Majesty, you can certainly command in person, but if you do not advance and retreat with the navy, I fear some uncontrollable accidents might occur."

"You have so many formidable Lycans on your ship; you really don’t need to worry about the safety of your fleet. The navy fleet is what truly needs your presence!" Berton’s tone was heartfelt, as if he truly had my and the navy fleet’s best interests at heart.

I silently smiled, not accepting the suggestion from the head of the Marine Supervision Bureau, and coldly stated, "Cut the chatter. I have just one question for you: what is the ultimate duty of a soldier?"

Berton seemed choked by my question and, after a long pause, finally replied, "To follow orders, Your Majesty!"

"I thought you might not be clear on that," I said calmly. Before hanging up, I very ’kindly’ reminded him, "You have 12 more minutes. I dislike officials who are always late, do as you must!"

After finishing, I handed the phone to Christian next to me and gestured to Elliot, signaling that both the bandit suppression and the reconnaissance actions should proceed simultaneously!

Elliot nodded to show he understood and turned around, followed by a dozen highly skilled Lycans. The person being pushed forward step by step with a pistol to the back of his head was the ’old fisherman’ familiar with the waters around Poison Snake Island, sent by Berton.

"Our Majesty is far more generous than your superior, I hope you keep a clear head going forward, don’t make a mess," Elliot said coldly, though he had already put away his gun, a cruel smirk hanging at the corner of his mouth.

The assault team heading to Poison Snake Island had already set off, and the next step was to ambush the sea bandits trying to return to the island. They had robbed two cruise ships at sea that day and were probably feeling joyful about their hefty bounty, completely unaware of their impending doom!

minutes later, Berton, sweating profusely, boarded my ship. I sat motionless in a chair watching him approach, took the naval orders and communication device from his hand, slowly stood up from the chair and said, "If not for Brand really resembling you, I would almost doubt he’s your biological son."

Berton wiped the sweat off his face and looked at me, seemingly puzzled why I would suddenly bring up this topic.

Playing with the military orders in my palm, I smiled curiously and asked, "The methods of those bandits are so brutal, Brand has been out of contact for so long, aren’t you worried as a father? Or do you already have the confidence that they won’t really harm Brand, which is why you seem so fearless?"

"Mr. Berton, you must have been very busy from last night until now, right? Have the bandits relayed to you any needs for a hostage exchange?"

Berton’s eyes became a bit panicky, and after a few seconds, he knelt down on the ground and burst into tears, "Your Majesty, you are well-informed and matchlessly wise, please save poor Brand!"

I did not respond, merely watching him with a pressing gaze.

Seeing my reaction, Berton realized he could no longer hide anything from me. While still crying, he continued, "Half an hour ago, I received a mysterious phone call, the caller claimed they had Brand! They said that if I wanted that child to live, I had to cooperate with them. I..."

"So you agreed?" I interrupted Berton’s complaints in a neutral tone.

"No, Your Majesty! I would never betray you and the Wolf royal family, you can be assured of that. But Brand... please, you must find a way to save him. Poor Lisa has been severely injured and is still unconscious in the hospital; I don’t want Brand to end up like that,"

Berton’s words were somewhat incoherent, but I did not care at all. I crouched down and looked at him, my dangerous eyes faintly flashing as I directly asked, "Can I trust you?"

Taken aback at first, Berton soon seemed to realize something, looking earnestly back at me and replied, "My loyalty to Your Majesty can be seen by heaven and earth, and if I ever betray it, may I die from a thousand arrows piercing my heart!"

A slight movement crossed my face after hearing these words. Moments later, I reached out to help Berton off the ground, chuckling as I responded, "Of course, I am willing to trust you. Get up now, don’t always be so formal; it makes things awkward."

As I indicated for Berton to take a seat, I held the communicator in my hand and issued the first command!

We had already reached the waters frequented by the sea bandits three minutes ago. The weather conditions in this maritime area were poor, the fog heavily limiting visibility. I could only order the navy to use radar to scan.

A few seconds later, a naval officer responded, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the radar scan has completed, we haven’t found any suspicious targets!"