Chen Zhennan stood on the burned-out warship, surrounded by the sounds of explosions and gunfire echoing through the harbor. To him, these sounds were like heavenly music, filling him with joy and tranquility.

Chen Zhennan's lips curled up slightly, a smug smile blooming on his face.

About half an hour later, Yan Shiyu excitedly rushed onto the warship where Chen Zhennan was. His steps were light and powerful, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Your Majesty, the entire Shadow Fleet has been wiped out! Although it's too dark to see the exact number, it's estimated to be over two thousand."

Chen Zhennan nodded in satisfaction, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Shiyu, how much silver was found on the ship?"

Chen Zhennan's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of expectation. This money was crucial for the reconstruction of Beirong City.

Yan Shiyu thought for a moment and pondered, "Each ship has silver, the exact amount is unknown, but it is certain that each ship has over a million taels of silver. There are a total of forty-three ships outside."

Yan Shiyu's face was full of excitement, as if he were telling Chen Zhennan that they had already made a huge fortune.

Upon hearing that there were so many ships, Chen Zhennan's eyes widened in surprise, his face beaming with delight.

Although it was a case of getting something back after losing it, the sheer amount of money still made him so excited that he almost shouted it out.

If each ship carries more than one million taels of silver, then forty-three ships would carry at least forty-five million taels of silver.

Although he didn't know if the silver was stolen by Shadow from Beirong City, now that it was in his hands, it was his.

"Send orders to transfer all the silver from the Shadow Ship to our ship and seal it up."

Yan Shiyu hummed in agreement and was just about to turn and leave.

"etc!"

"Your Majesty, is there anything else you require?"

Chen Zhennan thought for a moment, then said with a dark face, "Right, have someone set up flammable materials inside the Shadow ships and grenade traps on the deck. These ships absolutely cannot be left to these little devils."

Yan Shiyu gave a heavy "hmm" and then turned to leave.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the sea in the harbor, making it sparkle, as if drawing a perfect conclusion to the battle of the previous night.

Yan Shiyu had been busy all night. His face showed some fatigue, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

With the audited accounts in hand, Yan Shiyu hurriedly went to find Chen Zhennan, who had just woken up.

"Your Majesty, forty-three ships have yielded a total of 46.8 million taels of silver, which has now all been transported to our own ships."

Upon hearing the number, Chen Zhennan did not show the same excitement and joy as he had the previous night; instead, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"The most powerful forces can acquire the vast majority of the world's wealth."

Yan Shiyu was taken aback at first, then nodded with a serious expression.

"Yes, Your Majesty, if it weren't for our special forces, there would probably be no way to recover this silver."

Chen Zhennan nodded slightly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Even a race like the Japanese can plunder tens of millions of taels of silver, let alone countries or forces with greater power."

Chen Zhennan's words carried a hint of sarcasm, as if he were mocking the injustice of the world.

A strong determination welled up in his heart; he wanted to make the Great Yan Empire the most powerful force in the world, so that no one could shake its position.

In his original world, his motherland was rapidly advancing towards this goal, which was many times easier in this world. He also wanted to achieve this goal.

With this in mind, Chen Zhennan lost all interest in staying any longer. He had only one goal in mind: to lead the special forces back to Da Yan as soon as possible.

"Shiyu, go to the palace and tell Luye Zanliang that the ten million taels of silver must be raised before nightfall, or I will go on a killing spree."

Although Chen Zhennan is not such a cruel person, no one has the right to doubt such a threat from the enemy, not even Chen Zhennan.

Yan Shiyu was taken aback at first, but after a moment, he seemed to understand Chen Zhennan's intention, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After saying that, Yan Shiyu immediately turned around and led his two brothers to rush towards the palace.

Upon arriving at the palace, Yan Shiyu did not hesitate at all and headed straight for the inner palace.

A faint floral fragrance filled the air of the palace. Luye Sanra was standing beside a carriage, directing his men to load huge boxes onto it.

Yan Shiyu slowly walked forward, his gaze falling on the carriages.

Each carriage carried a huge box, decorated with exquisite patterns, which appeared quite heavy.

"Is the money all prepared?"

Upon hearing Yan Shiyu's voice, Luye Zanliang immediately stood up straight, bowed slightly, and gave Yan Shiyu a salute.

"Sir, these carriages are used to transport silver. Each carriage carries 100,000 taels of silver, and there are a total of one hundred carriages."

Yan Shiyu gave a heavy "hmm" and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll check it. If there are no problems, let's load it up and set off."

Yan Shiyu stared intently at the busy workers as they loaded heavy boxes of silver onto the carriage, opening and inspecting each one.

The silver chests on the carriages were piled high, like small mountains, making one marvel at the scale of this operation.

As the last chest of silver was loaded onto the carriage, the convoy slowly headed out of the palace.

The carriage wheels made a dull thud on the ground as Yan Shiyu and Luye Zanliang walked side by side.

The driver was one of the Shadows under Luye Sanra's command, but outside, there was another layer of special forces brothers, holding submachine guns and keeping watch.

Yan Shiyu summoned all the team members back to the palace. This time, they would not be returning. Whatever happened in the Japanese palace was none of their business.

When they arrived at the port, the sight before them filled Rono Sanra with anger and sorrow.

Countless corpses lay scattered across the port ground, their blood staining the earth and filling the air with a pungent, metallic stench.

A pained expression appeared on Luye Zanliang's face, and tears welled up in her eyes, but Yan Shiyu didn't care at all.

"Lord Yan, I want to see Chen Zhennan. I want to ask him why he did this."

Yan Shiyu smiled and nodded, then told Chen Zhennan about it. A moment later, he rushed back.

"Our Emperor said, 'I'll tell you, living is not easy, so don't seek death.' The Emperor is simply returning your Japan to its rightful place, back to its original state."

Luye Zanra's eyes widened, and he asked coldly, "Return to your original form? What do you mean by that?"

Yan Shiyu chuckled and explained, "What I mean is very simple: I'm telling you to behave yourselves and stop causing trouble, understand?"