Black Sail

Although it was a tavern for the general public, it was well-equipped with a small stage for singing and dancing, or to put it bluntly, for Salsa Dance.

Different from brothels where consumption was high, here, you could spend three to ten copper coins for a little sister to dance with you for the duration of a song, a chance to get fresh with them.

The patrons who frequented this place were usually middle-aged or older customers, the old folks’ hang-out.

The reason why many of the Black Sail’s core members came here to spend lavishly was precisely because it was completely detached from high-class tastes. Moreover, having frequented upscale venues often, they needed to return to their roots and not lose touch with the masses.

The dance floor, illuminated by intertwining dark purple and dark pink neon lights, cast a hallucinogenic glow on the corpse.

Celeste, in order to seduce Liszt, wore a burning, blood-red, backless, high-slit, hip-hugging long dress.

Kai Deng continued Liszt’s usual attire, donning a white shirt with an open lapel, overlaid with leather armor including elbow and shoulder guards, as well as a chest plate. He wore black riding breeches and the army’s standard tactical boots.

Kai Deng inquired what had happened to Shadi, and to his surprise, he got a shocking answer.

"These two are from the Thief Guild. Saleret suggested we weed out the spy, and since everyone is here, now is a good time... wait, Mika seems to be missing."

Shadi quickly dispatched a pirate subordinate to drag Mika over.

Kai Deng maintained a poker face outwardly but inwardly, he was uneasy. Damn it, Diaz’s men had come so quickly. Hadn’t they agreed on a secret sign to meet with him first? It appeared Diaz, this caveman, had his own ulterior motives and was surreptitiously keeping an eye on him, supervising the supervisors, as it were. It was a pity that they were like an instructional team that got chopped up as soon as they arrived at their location.