At that moment, under the assault of the black mud and the local sea tyrant, the once newly-refurbished Black Rabbit had turned into a wreck.
Under the torrential rain, ten gang members huddled together.
"Say it again, one more step closer, and we'll let you taste the navy's wrath!"
"The navy's... wrath?"
Chen Qi gripped his dark blade, for a moment doubting his own identity.
Aren't you the pirates? Why threaten me with the navy's name?
It seemed, somehow, he should have been the one saying that.
In some sense, he was combating the evil forces at sea, contributing to maritime peace.
If left unchecked, the Black Rabbit gang might carry on their gang's traditional arts, instigating a more severe slave trading at sea and becoming a maritime mafia.
And as a victim, while being tracked, he contacted the enthusiastic sea civilians, the local sea tyrant and black mud, to extinguish their criminally lit fires at their inception.
It was a significant achievement on this vast ocean!
