Within half a day, the pirates had contacted their comrades, informing them of their robbery, infuriating the leader of the pirate gang who came storming over with his men.
Even though most of the pirate gang of over two hundred men had moved to the new headquarters, the twenty or so who had stayed behind or returned, each of them armed, had been beaten to such an extent, disarmed and had their ship and a chest of gold stolen.
The leader of the pirates was so furious that he almost shot his incompetent subordinates. However, others dissuaded him and he decided against it.
There was no option left, the sea was vast and endless, where could these people have run to? How could they be pursued?
The leader of the pirates was pondering. This was the heart of the Triangle Sea Area, who had the guts to invade here? Could they have lost their way?
