Chapter 433: LXVIII. Golden Palm Port Werewolf Game
Inside a tavern at Golden Palm Port that catered to the masses.
The customers had long since fled in panic, and the owner’s face was ashen.
Only a core group of Black Sail members surrounded two corpses on the floor, their expressions blank, as if they were reviewing A4 pages of background materials for a murder-mystery script.
"I get it now, this is a locked-room murder case."
Archer began to play the know-it-all.
"Goddamn locked room, can you stop showing off your limited vocabulary already?"
Shadi’s mind was reeling. Black Sail Trading Company might sound good on paper, but in truth, the thousand or so people they brought over were all 3D individuals—low in IQ, low in income, low in quality. Having stayed in the chaotic Narrow Sea for over half a month, and in the turmoil of Mulong Duchy at that, it was no surprise that something had happened.
But he hadn’t expected Morison to initiate it. This was an ominous sign. With the team expanded, high-level figures acted as symbols; their actions would trickle down, making the group even harder to manage in the future.
"Then it must be Stormy Mountain Villa!"
Archer spoke with certainty.
Upon hearing the news, the most reliable person in the management, second to none, Ghost Eye Mad Blade Saleret, was dumbfounded. This chef, he did not rule out the possibility of an intellectual disability.