Black Sail

If the noble warlords of Beima were exploiting their peasants to the bone under the Thunder Emperor’s scriptures, then the peasants’ living conditions were only like an ordinary cold. But Mulong was like a trench harboring Ebola.

Morison stared at the woman breastfeeding for quite a while,

He genuinely felt he had been cast into Hell this time.

"Still have to find someone in charge to talk."

Morison naturally had a purpose for finding these townspeople. The militia of Black Sail were here to kill, the outpost just went through a battle and was somewhat damaged, so they needed to find some bricklayers to do hard labor.

He dismissed the pirates behind him. When he used to work as a stand-in for the adventurer’s guild, he wandered around a lot, and some developed areas had breastfeeding rooms in their inns.

It’s best these desperadoes don’t come in to gawk.

Back in the town’s streets, Morison picked up his semi-automatic rifle and fired into the sky, emptying the magazine. He then stated that if no one in charge showed up within three minutes, he would slaughter everyone in the town.

"Oh, this..."

The adjutant was somewhat surprised but did not continue to speak, hindered by the fact that Morison was a senior figure and a founding shareholder. He had been a ship captain before; it was normal to seize ships and kill people. Merchants knew the dangers of the trade in the East Sea, they gambled and knew the risks, so there was nothing to complain about if they died.

If the man with the disfigured face really let his men kill everyone here, it would still be a psychological burden. He would at least need a week of continuous indulgence and a few days of confession to a priest from the Holy Spirit Sect to recover.