On the coast of the East Sea.
A slightly desolate seaside villa stood.
However, at this moment, the villa reeked of blood.
"Unlucky!" Yuan Shuo cursed.
His house was still there, but it had become a stronghold for the Pirates. When he came, several Pirates were discussing how to escape. It was not because Yuan Shuo had come, but because the East China Sea pirates had suffered a heavy blow this time.
Redbeard had been killed, and the city-destroying bomb had killed a large number of Pirates. These few felt that they couldn't survive these days, so they wanted to change places and become Pirates.
Yuan Shuo finished them off in a few moves and was a little depressed.""I spent a lot of money on this house back then. It's fine if it's gone, but it's actually being used as a nest by these guys. How unlucky!"
The few of them were too lazy to care.
To them, money did not matter.
