To the northeast of Fallen Phoenix Island, on the sea a few kilometers away from the shore, there was a luxurious ship that looked like a pleasure boat moored.
In the private room on the top floor, Xue Han, He Xuan, and Gao Baijie were sitting at the table drinking wine and drinking tea, leisurely eating exquisite and delicious pastries.
Not far away was the shallows where the Furious Flood Dragon Gang and the pirates were fighting a bloody battle. However, the three of them seemed to be relaxed and content as if they had come here for an outing.
They were used to being high and mighty. How could they care about the life and death of ordinary people?
Xue Han sipped her tea and watched the show. Soon, she felt a little bored.
These martial artists were all too weak. Other than their moves, they were not worth mentioning in other aspects.
