Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 2377; This Is What Happens
“Open Fire?”
The entire sea stilled in stunned silence.
Emmanuel, did he just give the order to fire on civilians?
Boom!
Boom!
The mighty ships didn’t unleash cannon. Instead, torrents of water erupted from them.
Ashdon Nation ship was torn apart, Glass exploded in a dazzling spray, sending shards scattering like crystal rain.
“Help! Someone, help!”
“Stop! Stop it!”
“I’m going to die!”
Panic rippled through the Ashdon men. They screamed, tossing their white pants into the air, desperate flags of surrender.
The sight was pure catharsis for the Chanaean fishermen, still recovering from the brutal assault.
Not long ago, those same Ashdon men had swaggered, flaunting their strength and mocking the defenseless Chanaeans.
Now?
Now, the tables had turned.
Yosef couldn’t suppress his satisfaction.
Despite his grievances with Emmanuel, he was still Chanaean. And watching the invaders squirm felt sweet.
“General of Chanaea, you’re bullying us!”
“You’re using military power against Ashdon civilians! We’ll make sure the world hears about this!”
“Someone’s going to die because of this! You’ll be responsible for that!”
“You’re committing war crimes! The courts will judge you!”
Foreign reporters shouted from their boats; their voices shrill with condemnation.
But Emmanuel just smiled, and the veery air seemed to shift. His presence quieted them all.
“Oh, I’m so scared!” Emmanuel taunted, voice dripping with mock fear.
“How could I ever fire the first shot?” He shrugged with feigned innocence.
“I’m the general of Chanaea. I don’t kill civilians.” He halted the water cannons.
The Ashdon men straightened, their arrogance returning.
“Ha! Chanaea’s all talk. Big and strong, but no bite!”
“With Eagle Naton backing us, they won’t dare strike.”
“Let’s get back to fishing.”
Gwain’s lip curled in a sneer.
This was exactly what he’d expected. Emmanuel, once a lion, now a cautions lamb, bending to Artemis’ influence.
Even Yosef was disappointed. This wasn’t the man he remembered.
“Since you love fishing here so much, let’s do it together.” Emmanuel called, raising his hand in mock cheer.
“Let the strong, battle-ready Ashdon fishermen enjoy themselves with Chanaea’s fishermen!”
The onlookers stared, confused.
Had they missed the obvious? These weren’t fishermen at all.
How could Chanaean fishermen possibly stand a chance against Ashdon’s force, with thousand of ships?
The, the unexpected.
“Look! What’s that?”
“It is a wave?”
“Fish? Birds? A meteor shower?”
“No! That… that’s a ship! No, not just one ship!”
At the shout of a foreigner, the horizon cracked wide open. Ships, countless ships, stretching out farther than the eye could see.
“No… no way…” mouths gasped.
They couldn’t shut them.
Before them, a sight like no other unfolded.
It wasn’t just one direction. The entire sky was crowded. A swarm, as thick as ants. Hundreds, thousands of ships. All sailing in perfect harmony. The sheer scale of it, staggering, Earth shaking.
Golden sunlight spilled across the water. The waves shimmered, each ripple a mirror reflecting the grandeur of the fleet. A fleet so vast, it seemed to burn with light.
And then, thirty five ships at the front. They were Chaanea’s pride. Millions of fishermen abroad, their voices rising in unison:
“Charge!”
“Let the world see the dragon soar!”
“Crush those who dare defy us!”
“Charge! The enemy’s at our gates!”
The air thickened with their shout, the sea vibrating beneath their words.
Those watching their hearts pounded. They were struck silent by the sight. Eyes wide. Disbelief etched on their faces.
In that moment, no words could suffice. Fear filled their gazes, screaming louder than any battle cry.
“Run!”
“Flee for your lives!”
The Ashdon nation fleet, a thousand strong, seemed tiny. Like ants before the overwhelming power of Chanaea’s thirty-five. The realization hit them hard. A great nation’s might.
In that moment, they understood the futility of their own cause.
Albin’s ship led the charge. His face, cold, ruthless. A predator in command.
Sage, Eve, Solana, Anna. They were all there.
“Disguised as fishermen, huh?” Two could play that game.
Today, there was no military fight. Only fishermen.
Solana, never one to wait, jumped first. She landed on an Ashdon boat, fists flying. She didn’t hesitate. The blow landed squarely on the face of the arrogant invader who had taunted them moments ago.
The Ashdon Nation ‘fishermen’ stood froze, mouths agape, their eyes wide in disbelief.
Where had these Chanaean women come from? And how could they fight like that?
Before they could even react, one of them was struck with brutal force. Bones snapped, flesh gave way, and blood splattered. His insides churned painfully, as if they might spill out at any moment.
“Someone’s stealing our fish, kill them!”
“Kill them all!”
The roar of hundreds of thousands of Chanaean fishermen filled the air. Their voices, pure fury, drowned out everything else.
The Ashdon Nation boats tried to flee, but they were already trapped, no escape in sight.
Emmanuel’s voice rang out, calm and commanding. “Everyone, remember, in Chanaea, we pride ourselves on hospitality!”
He waved his hand, smiling wide. “Let’s show our guests some warmth! Fishermen, let’s make them feel at home!”
He paused only to issue another command. “And the sea’s rough today! Journalists don’t let the waves take you! Get them on board, shelter them from the storm, and protect their gear!”
The reporters, battered by the churning sea, knew the truth. Their footage of Chanaean fishermen hosting their guests was most likely ruined by now.
But there was a silver lining, thanks to the Chanaean fishermen’s protection, the footage of the Ashdon men’s earlier bullying, the one where they’d tried to steal their fish, would likely be preserved.
In less than an hour, the thousand-strong Ashdon fleet was obliterated. Not one of them stood. Not a single soul remained.
“Chanaea is a land of hospitality and kindness!” Emmanuel called out, unfazed. “Their sailors couldn’t handle the waves, so let’s send them home. If they die on the way, it’s not our fault, right? After all, we’re not doctors, are we?”
He raised a fist, gesturing grandly.
Taking down a thousand Ashdon ‘fishermen’ was nothing. It barely even counted as a fight.
His real task lay deeper. A secret mission. Emmanuel needed to infiltrate Ashdon Nation, destroy the hidden military base Eagle Nation built there.
But doing so openly, marching an army in, was a violation of international law. So, he had to work in the shadows.
A thousand soldiers disguised a fishermen? No army of millions required for this task. What seemed like overkill had a clear purpose.
Among the hundreds of thousands, a handful had already slipped away, using fishing boats as cover to infiltrate Ashdon waters. Some had even quietly set foot on Ashdon soil.
Now, with the pretext of ‘sending guests home’ Emmanuel would lead even more into Ashdon. And when some of them “disappeared” along the way, no one would be the wiser.