The crewmate, John, felt somewhat panicked. He had just been promoted from a sailor to third mate of the ship this year. He had finally gained a decent life, but if something happened to the Wainwright daughter while he was on duty, nobody could stop the Wainwrights' wrath from coming down on him.

John looked at Marc uneasily, and sure enough, Marc became far from as gentle as he appeared.

Marc exploded in rage. "If you can't find my daughter, I'll feed you to the fish!"

"But Mr. Marc, Ms. Lucy might’ve jumped into the sea. After all, the waves were huge—"

Marc’s Vital Energy surged as he slapped John.

After rolling across the ground for a while, John managed to get up while holding his face. Judging from the condensed Vital Energy, Marc was a formidable Grandmaster.

"I'll give you one last chance. Heaven help me if you don’t find my Lucy!" Marc scowled.

John felt hopeless. His surrounding crew members also felt uneasy. Although they felt that this matter had nothing to do with