"Boom!"
When the explosion sounded on the ship, Lu Ping'an was taken aback for a moment.
Was he being attacked?
Sitting on the deck chair, enjoying the sunlight and refreshments, Lu Ping'an lifted his head and took off his sunglasses, only then did he "see" the crude wooden ships nearby flying black flags.
In this world, with its abundance of "Fish Heads" and "Human Heads," the cultural symbol of a skull was naturally absent. A simple black flag was enough to prove one's identity.
"Pirates? How can there be tribal pirates here?"
"Where are the soldiers? Counterattack quickly... Which pirate group is it?!"
"Damn, do they know we have a communication problem?"
Through Lu Ping'an's eyes, chaos was spreading; passengers were screaming in panic on the deck, and sailors and seamen who hurriedly manned the ship's cannons wore anxious expressions.
It seemed, did this exceed everyone's expectations?
