Black Sail
Chapter 251: CCLI. Gentlemanly Demeanor

Chapter 251: CCLI. Gentlemanly Demeanor

"Why does it sound like the nickname of an AV actor?"

Archer was clueless and had to admit that Shadi indeed had that kind of talent. Some illegal erotic magazines would choose the appearances of celebrities or models for their illustrations.

As he thought, there was a double meaning. Shadi’s overly handsome looks, who once was active in the arms dealing market as a humanoid self-propelled gun, attracted many rich girls who didn’t actually need to buy weapons. They just wanted Shadi to come over and "fire off a shot," so they forcefully bought and let the weapons gather dust in storage.

The nickname "AV actor" stuck with him, gradually becoming his moniker.

Shadi was sweating profusely all over his forehead.

Spotting an acquaintance, Brenda, the representative from Reggae Defense, who also had wolf ears like a Yisu, was extremely astonished. Once an outstanding performer, Shadi would attend high-level meetings, and she had even sent him on errands a few times to buy things like cigarettes. But that was a long time ago.

After getting injured in one operation, his direct superior had kept him in the cold, so he embezzled a batch of goods and even killed people from his company.

He had already been a traitor from his hometown of Summer Sunset Island and had defected once again. Brenda came up with an idea; currently unaware of these people’s intentions, if things went south, she would reveal everything. Shadi had been a traitor twice—who’s to say he wouldn’t do it a third time?

If it had been before his injury, it would have been one thing; he still would have been that devastating "AV actor." But ever since that heavy blow, his abilities had greatly diminished, and he wasn’t nearly as imposing.

Although Brenda was just an ordinary woman, as a member of Reggae Defense’s board of directors, her psychological resilience was solid. In short time, she regained her composure.

She took a cigarette from the pack at the edge of the glass on the observation balcony, lit it with a match, and took an elegantly deep drag.

She had done her homework for the business in the New Continent. These guys appeared to be from the Black Sail Pirate Group. The fire the other day had caused quite a stir, along with the news they released, but these were all trivial matters.

"I recognize you. You’re the ones who killed the entire family of the Blue Bay Port Lord..."

Brenda thought for a moment. It was big news half a year ago and had spread throughout the maritime world; after all, pirates slaughtering nobles was still quite sensational.

She didn’t understand the grudge behind it.

"Reputation has its pros and cons. The past is the past, and now is now. Doringger sent you an invitation, right? Your four bodyguards are out of commission. How about we be your bodyguards?"

Archer had a rare outburst of his creepy persona, displaying a somewhat lewd expression. As the ultimate amalgamation, despised by both men and dogs, combining all flaws, devoid of essence, and a convergence of dregs into one, he made a grabbing gesture with one hand.

"Awesome, awesome, awesome."

Morison let out strange praise, as if his tone were an audible thumbs up emoji. True to Archer’s character, it was indeed hard to find such a rat-clown devoid of any personality charm.

Brenda was dumbfounded; this guy was unbearably sleazy! Goosebumps formed all over her arms.

She was here to discuss major business; she couldn’t allow such nonsense.

"Are you guys stupid? Even if I bring you in, what can you do? If they find out you’re actual pirates from the island, you’ll still be thrown out."

Brenda was unimpressed, naturally looking down on pirates, who she thought were the lowest rung on the contempt chain, and lacking a brain.

The idea Shadi had for sneaking into the banquet and causing destruction obviously had contingency plans—if they could get past the gatekeeper, anything could be negotiated at the event itself.

Just call Swan, the jack-of-all-trades, to work some Disguise Magic and that would be it.

Shadi presented his proposal.

"Besides, we’re old friends now. As long as you don’t play any tricks and honestly go through with it, my... perverted friend won’t do anything."

Shadi pointed towards Archer.

"Why did you make the decision for me? What he said doesn’t count. It’s been a long while since I’ve had meat, is it because of alcoholism that my functions have declined? Can I try, please, I’m begging you."

Archer took a swig of alcohol and made an explosive statement to Brenda, his face that of a lecher.

Brenda couldn’t take it anymore, her repulsion for this man reached its peak in every sense.

"Don’t come any closer..."

Like seeing something even more terrifying than a Demon, Brenda backed up a few more steps, until she was against the railing.

"Don’t be nervous, we won’t do anything rash." Morison knew Brenda was a key figure in the plan and couldn’t let Archer ruin her. If she developed stress disorder and became a madwoman, even if he couldn’t hold back, he would have to pursue her in a civilized way, "Ma’am, would you be willing to show him love?"

Brenda shook her head.

"Uh... she says no."

Morison expressed that he was out of options too; that was the only method he could think of.

Archer, already tipsy, gave a few bitter laughs and then started to cry, going on about his declined functions and being unable to get it up, his mind completely muddled.

He woke up this morning thinking it was the year 2688 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, completely living in a displaced reality.

"Tsck." Shadi clicked his tongue, "That’s the situation, just nod your head to indicate the deal is done; that’s your only option. I’ll have our Captain come to talk to you. You’re here to expand your business, to make money from the Gold Seekers, in short, to sell goods, and we can buy."

Brenda, her fingers trembling slightly, smoked a cigarette. The threat wasn’t scary; that drunkard was truly frightening. For the moment, she could only agree, as she was already under their control.

Inside Taylor’s mansion.

He had just counted the transaction money given by Liszt, one thousand four hundred Golden Dragons. It was clear that Liszt was now very wealthy; the delivery was crisp, and there was no sign of pain in his expression when he handed over the money.

Tani was brewing tea for him; she couldn’t really get involved in business matters, and whether Taylor could cooperate with Liszt was still a delicate matter.

Looking at Tani, who had grown a lot taller and much more mature than before.

Taylor didn’t dare voice his inner thoughts. With her current state of mind, if he killed Liszt, she might be able to recover in a while, not like before with crying, making a fuss, and attempting suicide, but she might suffer for some time.

Liszt was determined to fight Doringger and had the capital to do so. Taylor also disliked paying tribute to Doringger. The pirates on the island loathed the excessive head tax and the sixty-forty split.

Taylor was no less disgusted; the three launders had to split sixty-forty with Doringger too, out of three thousand Golden Dragons in earnings, they had to give Doringger one thousand two hundred.

This situation couldn’t continue for long.

But cooperating with Liszt was also dangerous. Taylor had his own intelligence system; four months ago, the Thief Guild was investigating them on East Shore, and the bloody battle in the secret port of Londen City was also related to Liszt.

Of course, Taylor knew nothing about the Dragon, but knowing that Liszt had encountered Aran’s Constitutional Guards was beyond belief.

He just understood that Liszt was carrying too much baggage, a ticking time bomb, and cooperation came with many issues.

Glancing at his watch, it was already evening. Today was the first day of the Holy Spirit, the day of Tai Chu and the End Saint Spirit, and the festive atmosphere would continue until the fourteenth.

Outside, there were still scattered fireworks and firecrackers going off.

"Didn’t you find a boyfriend in Aran?"

Although Taylor didn’t know how it would unfold, it was still necessary to give a precautionary injection.

Tani shook her head. At school, there were either rich kids who were just waiting to inherit their wealth or poor scholars who were bookworms, none like Liszt; she just couldn’t get excited.

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