Li Fan furrowed his brows; it seemed that this band of pirates was looking to establish their power. Clashes and mergers between fleets were common rules within the South Sea, but previously with the power divided amongst the ten continents and seven islands, no one dared to openly engage in warfare. Now that the balance had been disrupted, such incidents had become more frequent.
As for conflicts over supremacy among human forces, Li Fan had no interest in meddling. Killing each other back and forth seemed pointless—you couldn't possibly manage to control it anyway. Moreover, seeing the many sailors who were brought out of the holds, shackled in irons, he suspected that the original shipowners were no saints themselves. It was just a case of dogs biting dogs.
Then he heard the pirate chief bellowing at his minions, celebrating their victory, boasting about his own greatness, how well everyone had performed, and how they should drink and feast together.
