Black Sail
Chapter 250: CCL. White-faced Gentleman Slayer

Chapter 250: CCL. White-faced Gentleman Slayer

An upscale hotel in the Inner City.

Doringger’s property, situated in the most bustling district near the castle, had once transformed into a commercial port during the CBD era.

For some uninvited corporate representatives, they could find their own places to stay. Invitations would be sent out; there were no shortage of potential partners.

As for the powerful companies, of course, the highest-standard accommodations were arranged.

Reggae Defense clearly possessed such strength, selling all kinds of firearms, artillery, contraband, and particularly potent magic energy devices.

Setting aside some underhanded state governments, Reggae Defense almost dominated one-seventh of the entire underground arms trade market. Sometimes, they even acted as a proxy for nation rulers, selling weapons to support other countries, indirectly dealing lethal blows.

Reggae Defense certainly qualified for Doringger to place them in his own grand hotel.

And now, in the hotel lobby.

"Your plant arrangements are all wrong; they’re placed incorrectly. It’s obvious you don’t know the trade, and yet you open a hotel; are you lacking in brainpower?" Archer was always a bit clueless, couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and after plucking a leaf, he crushed it in his hand, "Wow, it’s actually real."

The hotel lobby attendant was stunned and mentally on the edge—what kind of troublesome guest was this? Did he know who had clout here?

The duty manager signaled the attendant not to do anything rash. Sharp enough to have reached his position and with bright ideas, he knew these three were from Black Sail; he’d also heard some intriguing rumors today.

It was said that the major trading and gold mining companies could hire Black Sail for security, to prevent being robbed. They were really trying to undermine Doringger’s stage.

It was best to avoid conflict. Black Sail was a bit like a mad dog; even a moth flying into a flame had killing power. If they were to slaughter everyone in the hotel, there’d be nowhere to cry.

Shadi rubbed his temples, wishing Morison hadn’t brought Archer along. That guy’s mind was a minefield, speaking out of turn without a care for the situation.

"Hello, we’re here to see the Reggae Defense merchant. Could you tell us which room they’re in?"

Shadi noticed that the counter attendant was a woman, presenting a cool and collected profile, hoping to leverage his good looks and get things done swiftly. According to the intelligence broker, Reggae Defense was taking this seriously. Although the big boss wasn’t here, one of their major shareholders was—an executive board member.

"Sorry, we maintain complete confidentiality regarding guest information. If you wish to stay, you’re welcome to check in first."

The duty manager handled the situation with a smile, neither humble nor haughty.

"What are you playing at?" Archer drew his great curved sword, "You have ten seconds to talk, or don’t blame me for chopping someone up before noon."

Indeed, he was a certifiable lunatic, actually climbing onto the counter to stand, sweeping all the potted plants and account books to the floor.

The female counter attendant stepped back in fright, having never encountered someone who dared to run wild on Doringger’s territory.

In Archer’s opinion, Doringger’s people were expendable; after all, they were all bastards.

The Boss of Heaven Port was incredibly wicked, the Skull Club cultivating so many hallucinogenic plant raw materials, and it all started with a piece of land grabbed from Doringger’s control.

The biggest drug lord in the East Sea was Doringger, supplying a continuous stream of hallucinogens to the entire eastern Western Continent, northern Southern Continent, and the western islands of the Far East Islands.

Due to its geographical advantage, beyond the reach of others, Heaven Port was once used as a military fortress. He was wealthy enough to rival countries, with impenetrable strongholds, and simply untouchable.

Doringger had turned this place into a sanctuary in the very center of the Inner City CBD; gambling, trading "Ye Zi", prostitution—everything ran on illicit activities, a dark empire built from industries that shunned the light.

And these were just the smaller operations. The entire East Sea’s illicit goods logistics passed through his hands, with the three heads of disposal paying tribute to him.

It wasn’t that Doringger couldn’t handle these matters himself; he understood the Emperor’s Skill well. Some power had to be delegated, and, by strategically dividing and co-opting opposing forces with flexible expansion, he could endure and prosper.

If he were to drain all the blood himself, he wouldn’t last long in his position, so paying protection money to the pirates below was a similar principle.

Sensing trouble, the duty manager had no choice but to reveal the room number where the Reggae Defense representative was staying, located in the top-floor suite.

"Smart of you."

Archer jumped down from the counter, joining Shadi and Morison as they headed upstairs to meet the big boss.

The counter attendant wanted to alert the authorities.

"You want to get blamed?"

The duty manager held her hand back, knowing that in this situation, minor characters like them couldn’t withstand the pressure. That disfigured face and the drunken duo were quite influential. Don’t play the hero with the ’voluntary confession to take responsibility’ nonsense. Once the higher-ups have calmed down, they’ll turn a blind eye, uninterested in pursuing the matter.

Before long,

the three of them arrived at the representative’s room of Reggae Defense. It had to be said that Doringger really knew how to live in style; the top floor only had four doors, each a significant distance from the others.

The corridor’s decor was also impeccable, with fur rugs and a fully-loaded ambiance of aromatic scents.

They located the room door.

Shadi knocked politely first, but there was no response from inside.

Morison was about to kick in the door and barge in, but Shadi stopped him. After all, he was here as a "follower," subordinate to others; it was best not to overstep.

Besides professional thieves, the only way to enter Doringger’s tightly secured castle was with an invitation.

Shadi placed his hand over the door lock; Qi flowed, followed by the crisp sound of what seemed to be metal fatigue snapping. Shadi pushed the door open.

Although it was still an intrusion, it was done with politeness.

And the members of the Reggae Defense board hadn’t come all by themselves--after all, with Heaven Port as chaotic as it was, the underground world so notorious, it was only natural to bring along a few bodyguards.

The reason they hadn’t opened the door was the realization that strangers were outside.

Four burly bodyguards quickly grabbed their sophisticated Magic Energy Weapons, all capable of firing arcane missiles in rapid succession. These were more orthogonal than firearms, all black, with rounded, elongated crystal bars on the barrel, seemingly housing what magic energy remained—not a product of this era.

"Who are you?"

The lead bodyguard didn’t shoot but pointed the gun.

"Huh?"

Morison couldn’t help but admire; these arms dealers really had top-of-the-line gear.

Snap, snap, snap!

A whip struck at an incomprehensible speed, as if phantoms were splitting from it, all lashing the wrists of the four bodyguards. Skin tore and flesh burst open with each lash, leaving behind bloody streaks as the Magic Energy Weapons dropped to the floor in pain.

They tried to pull out their melee weapons for combat,

but Morison swiftly subdued them with high kicks, swing punches, jabs, and spinning kicks. In just a few moves, they were all toppled to the ground, seeing stars, completely disoriented.

The trio quickly searched the room but found no one—seemingly the representative had sensed the danger and tried to escape. Finally, at the scenic balcony, they discovered the representative from Reggae Defense.

Hm?

Archer looked surprised—it was a beauty.

"What do you want to do?"

The extremely beautiful wolf-eared Yisu Girl, in a simple white dress, with dark blue hair falling to her shoulders, was leaning against the balcony railing. It looked like she was preparing to jump off just moments ago, but had given up.

"Dammit, don’t you recognize me?"

Shadi had indeed seen this woman before. In the past, she’d bossed him around, sending him out on errands, as he flicked his hair back and combed it backward.

"You are... the Manslayer with the White Face?"

The Yisu Girl couldn’t believe it, unexpectedly encountering the former traitor of the company in this manner.

Morison was shocked, as if hearing myths; the Manslayer with the White Face, really? Was Shadi that imposing before?