Black Sail

"Whoever wants to go, I must remind everyone here that no one is a minor character anymore. Your every action has a profound impact. Whatever you do on the mainland is related to the overall reputation of Black Sail. I just ask that you try not to be so..."

Fen paused to choose his words carefully, then added, "Absurd."

Everyone in the room tactically leaned back.

"Absurd?"

Liszt raised doubts, proposing that as pirates, they should embrace it.

"Yes, you should be more serious. In theory, you should instill fear, not..."

Fen pointed to Rein, his meaning clear without words.

"Hehe, hearing your words, I tremble with anger. Sweating in the heat, hands and feet cold, Hell is empty, and the Devil walks the earth. Can this world ever recover? What must a murderer do to satisfy you? Tears involuntarily flowed down; this world is full of oppression towards murderers. When will murderers truly stand up?"

Rein suddenly realized, "People make money to be spent by murderers. Giving money to a murderer doesn’t necessarily make you a good person, but not giving money definitely makes you a bad one."

Archer’s hand, holding a wine bottle, paused slightly as if he felt the Sky Heart Mark. The sounds of the great Dao around him vibrated and broke free.

"A murderer should treat themselves better, learn to be lazier, more ruthless, more assertive, more materialistic, and master the art of kill, kill, kill. A corpse-abusing murderer has the best life."