Black Sail
Chapter 294: CCXCIV. The Real Boss

Chapter 294: CCXCIV. The Real Boss

Inside the Black Sail Inn.

"Is this really true?"

Fen couldn’t believe whether what Hened said was actually true, but if it went as smoothly as Hened described,

Liszt would become infamous throughout the Four Seas overnight, piling up all his ruthless past deeds. It would be like cursing the heavens and the earth; he figured it could even make tough men weep at night.

He would be something of an underworld Immortal.

Compared to his notoriety, Doringger, Diaz, or the freaks and monsters of the Western Continent would all fall short.

Hened never thought that the dirty work the abstract Captain once did could become the ultimate trump card today.

Ten years ago, the Northern Prison rebellion had profound implications on the state of the world today.

Although Liszt did not speak the language, he acknowledged some brothers on the day of the rebellion and rescued some "old guns" from there, being considered one of the masterminds according to official records.

When Hened first saw Liszt with his madman’s act, cupping a braid and beard as if he was some sort of hardcore tough guy, even Hened with a vivid memory of that day couldn’t recognize him.

But the day Liszt went to save his wife and arranged her posthumous appearance, he shaved his beard.

Hened suddenly remembered, that day was so brutal, it was the most ferocious battle he had ever been a part of, even by Hened’s standards.

Liszt and the others seemed to have appeared out of thin air; Hened was very puzzled, how could these teenagers, who looked to be in their teens, be qualified to be locked up in the lower levels? By the Holy Spirit Calendar, university students around the age of twenty indeed were just teenagers.

But the truth was just so, Liszt used a strong acid to release quite a few big shots who were locked up.

Each one had a significant background. To give a couple of examples,

The fiercest one was the head of the KB organization, "The Seventh Amendment."

The history of the organization was quite complex, but the core idea was to maintain the constitution of a country that no longer existed, hence the name "The Seventh Amendment." They wreaked havoc all over the world, with Aran as their primary target.

Then there was the second-in-command of the Cangshan Gang.

Yes, the producer of the precious tobacco leaves from the Cangwu Mountains, which started with illicit tobacco and mingled with bandits there; even Dukes wouldn’t dare to touch it.

Beyond that, there were many others.

Even Liszt himself didn’t know who he had let go; after so many years, it was beyond investigation.

But Hened did know, after all, he had been locked up with those people for so long.

Back then, when he ran ships in the Narrow Sea, the Golden Waters connecting multiple countries were a hotspot for old powerful nations to clash; Hened could be said to have traveled everywhere and knew the ropes.

Of course, these people Liszt had rescued couldn’t exactly be called friends.

Since Liszt wanted to play, then play big he would; he wasn’t afraid of Aran pursuing the mastermind behind the rebellion. No matter which path he chose, it was hell all the same.

He might as well choose the biggest and strongest hell.

Liszt owed these people a life-saving debt, and having Hened charge in to have them back him up as the instigator of the rebellion was not difficult.

In addition, Hened had friends in the underworld who were eager to chip in and get a piece of the action.

Hened admitted he was old and didn’t quite understand the business thinking of the younger generation, always shamelessly relying on old friends wasn’t interesting; being caught by the Admiral of Kersuna Island was like seeking death, life had become dull.

Now, with the opportunity to put a perfect end to his criminal career, he was certainly going to seize it—being one of the founders of Black Sail Trading Company sounded rather good.

Once Hened’s friends arrived and their combat power was further consolidated.

Emperor, the main instigator of the Northern Prison riot, and the mastermind behind the Aran Train robbery that pioneered the world of heists, was revered as the Great Sage and Master.

In the underworld, this status catapulted to the apex; it was a peerless finale of the criminal world, unmatched in the desert of wordsmiths.

His madness knew no bounds.

"Of course it’s true; Doringger even dispatched the Navy to suppress it. No matter if you have Dragons or Steles on your side, you’re still not fully fledged. Just like I’ve said before, you can’t only think about profits. When the scale is this big, you need to talk about..."

But Hened’s educational level was limited. Though he could read, when it came to some jargons, he couldn’t quite articulate himself and paused for a while, struggling a bit before he utilized his entire vocabulary and said a few words, "You need to talk about an action charter. Since the banner of rebellion has been raised, naturally, you must confront the corrupted officials, only then the whole world can be brothers."

Fen also fell silent for a while. What an action charter. Hened’s words were crude but the logic was solid; just what was needed. The previous generation of the underworld adhered to the principle of striking down the overlords in chaos; indeed, it had a certain heroic spirit.

Indeed, he now had far too many subordinates to manage; with all sorts of people included, the count probably exceeded ten thousand.

In this regard, Mo Yutong was more professional than himself; he needed to let her think this through thoroughly.

"If the seniors’ friends really do come over, then..."

Fen immediately sealed his lips, as if there were unspeakable secrets.

Having risen to such a level, despite not being highly educated, Hened’s emotional quotient and intelligence quotient were certainly not low.

"They have their own foundations; they can’t transfer everything over here. It’s just a collaboration. With that being the case, we only need to find an opportunity to finalize everything with one decisive blow," Hened said calmly. The reason he suggested this idea was not only due to his own desire to achieve greater glory, but even more so because he couldn’t stand Doringger.

The code of the streets values the principle of silence, and informers must face severe punishment. Originally, Doringger monopolizing the pilfered goods network in the East Sea was already irksome for Hened; the Narrow Sea was flourishing with competition, while the East Sea was dominated only by Doringger. Yet, it wasn’t his own territory, so he couldn’t easily meddle in others’ affairs.

Collaborating with the Navy wasn’t a big deal in itself; street business sometimes necessitated bribes. However, Doringger wasn’t just placating any parties; he was cutting off everyone’s money flow, trying to turn the thriving East Sea into a desolate era of monopolies. This wasn’t merely a breach of the criminal world’s taboo but an outright defiance against heavenly principles—no longer an ordinary act of informancy, but one that required a strong response.

Doringger had extensive resources, but Black Sail also needed to have eyes and ears everywhere.

Fen pondered for a moment.

"Then... I’ll leave it to you, senior," Fen said. The drastic ups and downs had been too exhilarating for him. Just yesterday, he thought it was all over. And even with Liszt’s purge in the East Sea, he still felt it was risky. But now, everything was stable.

"It’s a pity Liszt left in such a hurry, didn’t say a word to me before he set sail."

After the castle banquet, Hened had been languishing in the Black Sail Inn, content with the fine food and drink provided. It wasn’t until this morning that he heard about Doringger’s dealings with the Navy.

"No matter. Liszt has entrusted me to manage all affairs on the island in his stead. He can’t handle it alone. As the general manager of the company, I can make decisions for him."

Fen made his judgment, believing the timing was about right. On January 25th, the mindless Diaz was going to slap Emperor in the face. Hened’s letters would also be delivered.

This was no longer up to Liszt. Even if he didn’t want to reveal his identity, he had to. For the overall interests of everyone at Black Sail, he had to become... the king of the underground world.

At least in terms of reputation, he was already esteemed throughout the Four Seas, participating in the most elite game of the dark world.

"Is that so?"

Hened neither confirmed nor denied but hinted he would write a letter right away.

Making money with modern business acumen, one submits in the city; making money with "heroic action charters," one stands tall in the mountains.

Modern business acumen plus heroic action charters.

Either kneel in the mountains.

Or stand and earn money.

And Liszt, the Triad Gang’s leading Old Cannon with stacked charms, was clearly the latter.

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