Black Sail

Black Sail gang walked for over twenty minutes and arrived at the Inner City.

Here, it was no different from a proper city, with meticulous urban planning. Buildings were limited to ten stories in height, and the architectural style was relatively uniform, centered around blue and white. Looking out at the horizon, it felt like a holiday destination.

The storefronts on the commercial streets were also exquisitely decorated, a far cry from the apocalyptic wasteland style of the outer city.

The island’s bigwigs would fund the refurbishment of public areas. The stone pavements were extremely clean and flat, and there were streetlights. Only with valuable real estate could they attract various "divine" figures to come live here in seclusion, supporting the tourism industry and stimulating consumption.

Though there was a civilized air here, it wasn’t entirely civilized.

But neon fluorite lights seemed mandatory, ubiquitous everywhere, along with various large characters advertising bright and dizzying options—restaurants, pubs, real estate agencies, home-delivered beauties, assassin services, low-interest loans, and if you want "Ye Zi," just look for XXX, only twenty-eight.

Not everyone in Heaven Port took kindly to Liszt. He had engaged in underhanded dealings before, offending many, especially those involved in hallucinogenic substances.

Before even reaching the inn, three people walking towards them stopped at the sight of Liszt.

Adhering to a policy of trying to appeal to all sides and leaving room for maneuvering, Liszt would press hard on those where no room was left.

These three hadn’t blocked Liszt’s way.

But Liszt deliberately turned back, changed his path, and deliberately bumped into one of the spirited young fellows in the group, who wore a skull necklace around his neck.