Black sails

Chapter 366 CCCLXV. Death

One month later.

Western Continent.

Narrow Sea.

As we enter spring, everything revives and the light becomes more intense. In coastal areas, the harsh sun is already a bit scorching.

The city where the Cross League headquarters is located.

Forgotten Port.

The sea is sparkling with golden light, and there are an endless stream of passenger ships. The strange phenomenon is that there are even more passenger ships than merchant ships.

This port is located at the junction of the narrow sea and is connected in all directions. From here, you can quickly reach various countries by sea.

The city is extremely prosperous.

A neutral country and a neutral seaport, it was rated as the city with the most deaths by major newspapers, with at least a thousand people dying a day.

It's not because of the chaos.

If public security here is chaotic, then there will be no safe place in the world.

This is a paradise for bounty hunters. Catching a big criminal is like redeeming a lottery ticket. You will definitely not be able to redeem it in the store, so you have to come to the murder gambling center.

Not to mention places such as the East China Sea and the Great Wetland, which are far away and remote. Those desperadoes cannot be cured. How about those on the Western Continent?

The criminals are being killed, help the executioners!

Prisoners were executed here every day.

The traitor of the Fateweaver Society, the golden-eyed demon hunter Quinlan, has arrived here.

He has friends all over the world. After hanging out with one family, he will go to the next family to hang out.

Forgotten Port.

A sky restaurant.

The so-called sky restaurants are not floating in the sky. They are found in big cities like Dugli, and there are plenty of money to throw around in Aran, but there are still some in Forgotten Port.

It's just a high-rise rooftop restaurant overlooking Forgotten Harbor.

"The scenery inland is better."

Quinlan looked at the rows of classical high-rise buildings in Forgotten Port. The housing prices here are not low. They are considered to be the highest in the world. It would cost fifty or sixty gold dragons to build three bedrooms and two living rooms, and they are still expensive to repair.

He brought a black-haired female companion dressed as a sorcerer. The sorceress looked at him with a rather resentful look.

"How long do you plan to stay when you come this time?"

The sorceress bites the straw and wears a leather collar in a fashionable fashion. With the development of the times, this thing can be regarded as a fashion item.

"I'm here to see my friend."

Quinlan's broad hat was held low.

The sorceress wanted to whip someone, and said dissatisfiedly: "The ax torturer?"

She is all stupid. If you don't want to find a beautiful woman here, you want to find an unknown freak in Hong Kong.

"That's right. Counting the time, in five or six months, it will be the annual mainland martial arts competition again."

"Why...do you want to try your luck?"

The sorceress was interested.

The emperor killed dragons to conquer the world and taught martial arts.

Even if you are a heinous felon with heinous crimes, as long as you participate in the competition, no one will dare to catch you under the protection of the emperor during the competition.

If you win the championship, even if you are Dollinger, Diaz, or Li Site, who has been in a lot of trouble recently, you will be pardoned directly.

Can't win...

The Mainland Martial Arts Competition is not a competitive show. Among them, the masters who are well-educated will spare their opponents' lives, and those who are ruthless will be killed.

Once you enter the martial arts field, you will not care about life or death.

"Let's try it. I may not be able to win, but my friend will be fine."

"You mean the ax torturer? How is that possible? He's just a mute."

"You don't understand, he is...the God of Death."

"You all say that?"

The sorceress couldn't close her chin. Quinlan was definitely one of the top people on the continent and was called the God of Death. She wanted to go over and have a look. She had never seen that guy with her own eyes.

"Take me to see it."

begged the sorceress.

Half an hour later.

Outside the Forgotten Port, there is an uninhabited wasteland with only a few dilapidated houses, like a place where scavengers live.

There are puddles in the mud after rain.

Ax torture is a technical job. If the head is not chopped off with an axe, the person above will be held accountable.

Not everyone is qualified to hold an axe. The general gallows at Xiaokami Caishikou allows people to vent their anger and hang them while throwing stones for entertainment.

A ruthless person needs to go through the process, including the guillotine, speeches, and axe-torture, in order to enhance the majesty of the judiciary.

Sun exposure.

This wasteland is a bit hot and dry.

As Quinlan and the sorceress arrived, a flock of crows standing on the ridges screamed across the sky.

"This place is quite scary."

The sorceress felt goosebumps, this place was so eerie in broad daylight.

Quinlan looked around all the houses and saw no one. Where did that guy go?

The only way to find it is to go to the execution ground.

Forgotten Port.

The Thirteenth Execution Ground.

Around the guillotine, the crowd cheered with wild momentum, and their eyes were full of anger towards the abhorrent criminal who murdered women on the stage.

And the ax torturer in charge of this person.

Extremely weird.

His limbs are as long as a stick insect, and his proportions are like that of a monster. He always wears a blood-stained leather corset and a ghastly black linen hood of an axe-executor.

Holding a guillotine in his hand.

This man has a unique skill.

Noon has arrived.

He raised his long arm and held the ax high above his head, showing off his sharp edge.

Click!

The head was severed and rolled on the ground several times, but no blood flowed out of the neck, like the surface tension of a water glass.

It seemed that the criminal did not know that he was dead, and the instructions issued by his head before death were still controlling his body. The headless corpse had no neck restraints, stood up, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground dead, bleeding profusely.

"It is indeed here."

Quinlan found his old friend.

Twenty minutes later.

In the wasteland where the Ax Executioner lived, Quinlan told him about his own affairs and his experiences in the East China Sea.

The ax torturer never takes off his linen hood, even when sleeping. The dead souls will recognize their faces and come to take revenge.

The sorceress bought a newspaper on the way over and read it to herself.

One of the pieces of news made her a little unbelievable...

The East China Sea changed hands.

The headline on the front page was a photo of Li Site's wanted poster.

"Have you seen this person?"

The sorceress handed the newspaper to Quinlan, because he had just returned from the East China Sea.

Quinlan looked at the wanted poster in the newspaper.

"How is this possible? That kind of injury would have caused death."

Kunlan was extremely shocked, and immediately handed the newspaper to the axe-executive, and continued to add information about his affairs in the East China Sea.

The ax torturer is mute and cannot speak.

After looking at it for a while, his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong?"

Quinlan asked, it was too weird, he had never seen him like this.

The ax torturer put the newspaper on the ground, swung the ax, and suddenly it fell into the scar on Li Site's face that spanned both ears.

Immediately he let out a tongueless shout that was difficult for normal people to understand.

Quinlan understood something.

Someone actually... cheated death.

At this moment.

Port of Heaven.

In the banquet hall on the tenth floor.

The decoration is overwhelmingly luxurious, and the water curtains make endless white noise.

All the backbone members of Black Sail are sitting upright, wearing suits and leather shoes. They are all desperadoes. There are also many allies who are stranded here to discuss matters of interest and come to take a look.

Only Li Site leaned back tactically, crossed his legs, burned a cigar, and wore a white fur cloak to show off.

Half a month ago.

The Far Eastern Islands Shipping Merchants Association was subjected to various threats, including hostage kidnapping, home invasion threats, and store smashing, so it had to send a representative to Tianguo Port.

Talk to the new King of the East China Sea.

What I didn't expect was.

Li Site...

Darker than Dollinger!

This means that the East China Sea will be peaceful in the future, and there will be no such thing as ship hijacking. All you need to do is pay the protection fee every quarter, and there will be no more human lives. From now on, the world will be peaceful.

At 20,000 per quarter, Li Site asked all the ship dealers in the Far East to raise the money themselves, and the association would hand it over to him. With that kind of organizational ability, they could all have a good life.

"Are you kidding me? It's not fair to pay you 20,000 gold dragons every quarter!"

The vice-president of the Captains Association felt it was outrageous.

Might as well come and grab it!

Li Site paused for a while.

"Killing here and there, no one wants this, you know.

In the East China Sea, no one can talk to me, Li Site, about fairness. "

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(Volume 1·East China Sea·End)