Black Sail
Chapter 109: CIX. Pokémon Master

Chapter 109: CIX. Pokémon Master

Rein had many mistresses, but he was the complete opposite of Shadi.

Because Shadi’s girlfriends couldn’t meet each other; otherwise, blood was bound to spill, for they were all true loves.

Rein, on the other hand, could do something outrageously scandalous—gather beauties and have them fight each other under the same roof because it was all play-acting and it ended when the money did.

Rein’s goal was to become a master at being kept by wondrous women; whether in water, fire, the forest, or beneath that girl’s skit, even though it was quite, quite challenging, he had to be kept!

The user profile for Heavenly Port Inner City was that of an upmarket restaurant for wealthy refugees.

The floors featured a simple, rustic loggerhead style, the central hall was spacious, and the iron chandeliers embedded with scattered crystals cast a gentle light. The tables were made of jazz white marble and artsy steel frames with glass.

A long row of couches offered comfortable big card seats.

Rein sat with three women beside him, one on his left arm around his waist, one on his right arm over his shoulder, and another who didn’t quite know where to place herself, so she sat on his lap.

The one on his lap was a petite and pretty Yisu girl with animal ears, the one on the left was a well-endowed and respectable crab woman with quite an exaggerated face, and on the right, a proper Furry Fox woman with orange-red hair and a charming face.

Their looks could dazzle onlookers.

Rein, pretending to adjust a non-existent duckbill cap, exclaimed, "Gold diggers, Getto Daze!"

He was posing as a cultured man, wearing glasses and a small suit, attempting to seem like an intellectual, but the nouveau riche aura simply couldn’t be concealed; it was too overwhelming.

Rein already had a plan; he asked the server to open the finest bottle of wine to show these girls his strength and have a splendid night back home.

He had decided on it, "You’re the one! Big rock snake!"

Using a Body Slam, the effectiveness was outstanding.

The Yisu girl with animal ears nibbled Rein’s face, and he almost soared to Heaven.

But just then, the waiting server doused Rein’s excitement.

Because the finest wine here was indeed amazing, selling for three hundred and sixty silver coins a bottle, which was also nearly twenty thousand copper coins.

Even for high-income earners like High Order Clergy from the Church, it would take a quarter’s worth of saving without eating or drinking to afford a single bottle.

Normally, it was sold by the glass, about three ounces each, and after pouring four glasses, the server prepared to leave.

It was only second to Wood Elf Fruit Wine in the first tier.

"What, you think I can’t afford it? Take the glasses away, open the whole bottle; I don’t want leftovers."

Rein was really showing off.

"This... you’re mistaken, we sell by the glass here, it’s the same for everyone."

The server awkwardly explained, knowing that few would order such wine and if they walked away without paying, he couldn’t bear the responsibility.

"Are you kidding me? If someone from next door saw this, they’d think I couldn’t afford it. What do you mean, ’it’s the same for everyone’? Is this tiny amount enough for anyone? Bring another bottle, a bottle for everyone! Dumbfounded, aren’t you?"

Rein took the bottle and blew across it directly, his tycoon demeanor unstoppable, and the three women beside him laughed even harder.

At that moment, the duty manager of the restaurant heard the news from outside.

He came personally to attend to Rein.

"I’m terribly sorry for the inadequate service; tonight, the bill for the lord and...the three madams will be on the house."

The duty manager, having reached this position, knew everyone on the island. He had just heard major news, incredibly explosive—if he handled this well.

From now on, instead of paying a huge sum of protection money to Skull Club every month, they could just switch to Black Sail with better quality and cheaper prices, and life couldn’t get any sweeter, right?

"Huh?"

Rein was surprised; what was happening here? His face wasn’t that big, was it?

At the same time.

On the other side of Inner City.

Even Old Wei, the big shot of Black Sail Inn, couldn’t handle this woman.

Dreya’s mentality could indeed be described as eighteen, getting younger with age. She could switch between elegant aloofness and youthful vivacity at any time, pulling off any style with ease.

Intellectual, mature, sexy, and spicy, she could change at a whim. If she had mature makeup technology like Liszt’s home, marrying one would be like marrying the whole world.

Without shame, she wore a girlishly patterned dress and buckle-strapped shoes, completely different from the last time, with her waist-length red hair tied up in a high ponytail.

"MacArthur once said, ’Show-offs should just explode.’"

Morison nodded, agreeing that it was a proverb.

Fen’s brows knitted into a character for "river."

"Let’s get home, Boss, this place is really dangerous! Aren’t you scared of being chopped up?"

Liszt was drunk; although he acted pretty cool just now, that was all for show, mimicking scenes from port movies. Who in their right mind prefers to mess around with cleavers rather than leading a good life?

I’m scared of getting chopped up, aren’t you?

Dreya didn’t respond but instead puffed out one cheek like an anime girl.

"Stare~"

Her gaze toward Liszt was quite subtle.

At that moment, Mika was about to come out.

"Go back!"

Morison yelled at Mika.

"Huh?"

Mika found the situation baffling.

"This place... is Hell."

Morison realized that, after all the turmoil, it was inevitable that one day they’d be thrust into Hell.

Liszt recognized he couldn’t return to the inn; if it weren’t for this woman blocking his way, he would already have made a legendary exit with Goria, never to be seen in the martial world again.

But before being whisked away by this girl, he needed to arrange what came next.

Of course, the matter wouldn’t be simply resolved.

On the island, what Liszt was truly wary of were the Undying, Twin Group, Skull Club, and the two Pirate Gangs that had no interest in onshore business—two career-focused groups that never docked for more than a week, ruthlessly intercepting cargo with great force.

As for the other societies and gangs, several of them combined would not be equal to him alone.

At the City West Warehouse, it was only about putting the cards on the table and changing the rules—far from a stable implementation. The crafty ones on the island were still hiding and clutching their cards, requiring long-term operations, not something that could be concluded with a few words today.

Liszt knew well that to grow bigger and stronger, relying on protection money was nothing but a dreamer’s talk; he was not in the same league as these poor pirates.

The money had to be used for micro-management operations, to amplify the power of Black Sail to the fullest.

The money collected now amounted to eighty-eight Golden Dragons. He let Fen decide whether to split it into eight parts or more than ten—it was up to her. It was to be distributed to the Pirate Gangs that had taken sides that day and the various miscellaneous groups on good terms with Black Sail.

They had to strike while the iron was hot and press the advantage.

Even Black Sail and Undying seemed to be weak and without much support. It was pivotal to get more people on side, to create a momentum of support.

Liszt, considering himself the keyboard Warner of political forums, might not be a genius in using troops, but he could certainly strategize on paper.

He referred to it as the "lightning sausage slicing strategy": to prevent the Skull Club’s sneaky tripping in the shadows, he had to cut through the chaos quickly, before they resorted to underhanded tactics.

To energetically chop up the turf with high protection fees into slices, at least half of the territory would be dispersed within a few days, even though he couldn’t digest it all himself and the business owners were only temporarily cooperative; there were still variables.

But the sausage had been cut in half; it had reached a critical midpoint. The remaining turf was precarious.

However, the best part of the plan was this.

The big shots definitely couldn’t sit still now—they needed to talk to him. If they waited any longer, he’d become a little Boss outside their castle.

Then, he’d give them a hell of a surprise.

What the hell was this so-called surprise?

The surprise would be, "I’ll give you half of my turnover, you help me hold the line. I’ll hit the Aran Train in a grand heist, bagging tens of thousands of Golden Dragons in an ultimate cruel job. I’ll make a big comeback to cover the deficit, pull everyone in to supply you, offer them a discount, and we both grow bigger and stronger. Then throw a big thank-you party, bypass Boss to divide up the profits equally, unite Heavenly Port to fight the landlords, end the era of dark times with a 60-40 split on the beheading tax, and joyfully celebrate the New Year."

By then, Skull Club, Twin Group, Undying, the career-oriented ones, and all the underlings would be his men.

Who would be the true... Boss?

Of course, after the deed was done, a grand purge was in order. He would win over a group of the War Merit Faction and eliminate another. Groups like Skull Club absolutely needed to be ’ditched after the grind,’ they were too treacherous and couldn’t be trusted.

With that, the early stage of his great enterprise would conclude!

"Do you understand?"

Liszt explained it all to Fen.

"Not quite."

Fen was speechless; what a far-reaching strategy.

Liszt patted Fen’s shoulder; he was headed towards Hell next.

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