Black Sail
Chapter 108: CVIII. Grand Scene

Chapter 108: CVIII. Grand Scene

At this moment.

Inside a bar in the outer city, facing a woman loosening her clothes, Shadi felt not just arousal but more so, fear.

"What are you staring at so foolishly?"

The bar owner’s face was flushed, hand covering her chest, embarrassed by Shadi’s delay in coming over.

Shadi swallowed, thinking if he took her now, wouldn’t he truly need to flee far away?

Storm and Wave Holy Spirit, Lord of the Endless Deep Blue, I beg you, I won’t get involved with a harem anymore, please just let me go?

Right then, the noise from outside saved Shadi’s life, as there was a violent commotion in the street, as if something significant had happened.

"I still have something to do."

Shadi quickly escaped through the window.

"Sigh!"

The bar owner tried to hold onto him, but Shadi had already vanished, her fist clenched tight—he was truly a scumbag.

However... he didn’t promise what he couldn’t deliver, he had cared for me, he had been concerned about me, I was in his heart.

Shadi arrived on the bustling street, where many people were gathering toward the docks, unsure of what had happened. He seized an acquaintance and asked urgently.

"Damn, the Shattered Ice Pirate Group’s lair was taken down, dozens killed. Their ship at the dock was set on fire too."

The person replied.

Shadi was shocked; weren’t the Shattered Ice Pirates the ones who came to collect protection money that day?

He immediately rushed to the dock.

Upon reaching the dockside, flames soared high, with sparks dancing everywhere.

Only to see the surrounding ships distancing themselves from that burning ship over thirty meters long, and nearly a hundred corpses scattered chaotically on the shore.

The whole dock was in chaos, with bystanders fleeing far to avoid accidental injuries.

Wolman and Ox were covered in blood, followed by a number of pirates from their ships, as well as Mad Tiger and Fish Seller Fei’s men—it was evidently their handiwork.

Archer’s swordsmanship was impeccable; he dissected the last two standing enemies like a master butcher filleting meat, turning them into rib racks hanging in a butcher’s shop, efficiently draining their blood—it was artistic.

"Yo, Harem King is here,"

Wolman shook his double-edged battle axe, dismissing the weak trash, having personally taken down several of the Aran National Church’s Heavy Priests, calling these militia trash for their poor defense and lack of strength in their strikes, questioning their claims of being pirates.

"Swan also led a team to take down their lair; the Shattered Ice Pirate Group is now extinct."

Ox shook the blood off his special large sword, unimpressed, hoping Swan’s side could scrape up some money—at least a few dozen Golden Dragons.

Claude, leading his group of over twenty, was looting bodies, scraping whatever they could.

"What fierce thing has Liszt been up to now?"

Shadi, looking at the blazing ship, was at a loss for words; in his absence, another big incident had occurred, with Zahak’s sword leaving no chance for him to partake.

Inner City.

West City frozen meat warehouse.

The whole Thawing Room had reached a breaking point, with blood rushing to everyone’s heads, ready to erupt into violence.

Despite Black Sail’s strong presence, both Skull Club and Twin Group could individually match it, let alone with so many people supporting the scene.

Everyone was waiting for Liszt to speak.

An Ivy name school exchange student, majoring in Applied Optics, but...

Snake head of Heaven Port.

"Am I crazy?" Liszt’s expression was unrelentingly cold and sinister, while he intriguingly stared at the Skull President, "It’s you who’s crazy, daring to provoke bloodshed in front of such high-ranking law enforcement like the Imperial Guard’s Great Knight, Qi Li, right out in public... You’re utterly lawless!"

With that statement from Liszt.

The whole room was silenced, everyone looking in shock at the leader of the Undead Pirates; however, he didn’t make a sound nor respond, just coldly expressionless.

That is... he tacitly agreed.

Skull President raised an eyebrow, and the Twin Group’s leader didn’t know what to do for a moment, while the rest of the captains were even more confused.

With Black Sail alone already a tough nut to crack, now Qi Li had also gotten involved.

Liszt pointed his finger at the most veteran person present.

"Have you lost your mind? Who do you think you are? How dare you set up a show when it’s my people you’re messing with?"

He pointed at the Skull President, indicating the leader of the Twin Group.

"Would you dare to make a move? Or would you? Don’t think just because you invited me over here and grilled me with a crowd that you can spout nonsense. I won’t show face to anyone who speaks against me."

Liszt pulled out a cigarette from his leather breastplate.

At that moment, someone panic-stricken rushed in and whispered a few words to the Shattered Ice Pirate Captain, whose eyes lost focus as if the sky had fallen.

Several more people came in to report, informing leaders from other factions.

It turned out, Liszt had been prepared. When he was expanding his turf, he had swallowed up most of the Shattered Ice territory – it was all or nothing.

While they were talking here, his den was raided, everyone killed, the boats on the shore burned, without a single survivor.

Even the desperados present,

the most ruthless of the lot,

were intimidated by Liszt’s brutal and venomous tactics.

Immediately, someone realized the situation – it was time to choose sides.

Crack!

Crack!

The Shattered Ice Pirate Captain was still in shock when a knife plunged into his neck, his blood gushing out, and then an axe buried in his forehead killed him on the spot.

Those who saw which way the wind was blowing didn’t even need Liszt to act; they took care of him themselves.

The two captains ordered their men to light Liszt’s fire.

In the literal sense.

Seven or eight hands struck matches and approached.

Liszt was speechless; it made him look like some underworld figure when all he was doing was seeking welfare for his fellow villagers, driving down prices while punishing some lawless pirates.

"This is how we operate. Everyone hustles based on their ability. If you can’t hold your own in this godforsaken place, there’s nowhere to argue your case. Goodnight, gentlemen, I’m out."

Liszt took a deep drag of his cigarette, smooth and direct to the lungs – he couldn’t bother with high-end cigars.

The expressions of those present varied, watching the complex figure of Liszt as he left.

Not lacking were captains rushing up to invite him for a meal, suggesting mutual business care, evidently wanting to join his crew.

Qi Li stood silently watching the body of the Shattered Ice Pirate Captain.

He believed that Liszt, so generous with money, definitely had more plans. His vision didn’t reside in the trivial protection money.

From the strikes years ago, Qi Li had been keeping an eye on this man, admiring his courage, strategy, depth, and strength.

Now, seeing him in action confirmed he was not ordinary.

Once tonight passed, the merchants on the island wouldn’t pay high protection fees to anyone else either, another rapid expansion, just as Liszt had said.

If you can’t get a piece of the pie for yourself, it’s useless.

Better to fill your own belly and let others suffer.

This lonely island in the East Sea Domain was really about to change.

Twenty minutes later.

Liszt and his two companions had already moved away from the western city’s meat warehouse, casually strolling down the main street.

Yet, Fen still looked worried; he knew Liszt could easily handle things here, but the real challenge was the handover in ten days. With a valuable treasure on the ship and enemies all around, they needed to tread carefully.

"Fuck, that was quite the scene, damn."

Though Liszt had been tense, worrying about Qi Li’s potential sudden betrayal, fortunately, Qi Li had a bigger picture in mind and Ox and his team were reliable. My Brother Ox, ruthless and reticent.

"Indeed, it was almost as big as three or four floors."

Morison agreed, comparing it to the extreme authority and solemnity of the proper Royal Capital court as opposed to the utter savagery and cold-bloodedness here.

The three hadn’t even reached the Black Sail Inn.

A red silhouette was already waiting outside.

She playfully waved at Liszt like a little girl, not needing an umbrella tonight.

Liszt tactically frowned; this was the real big scene.