Black Sail

Morison saw the adjutant going door-to-door conducting the population census; he had to return.

While passing by the entrance of a house serving a bowl of plain buckwheat noodles.

Fen’s regulations cannot be changed; the Black Sail is not a charity, it’s a group built on raiding. These refugees have nothing to do with Black Sail.

Damn Lao Li, with a face like that, all the serious stuff is handled by Fen; he’s the purest, Rick is immersed in his fifth generation.

Morison summoned the adjutant.

The dividends from the train robbery, the four hundred Golden Dragons left after the shares, aside from gambling, Morison had no other use for it.

"Here are fifty Golden Dragons, take five, and the remaining forty-five... The points system can be more flexible. If anything is needed, send someone back to Drifting City to buy it. Handle it as you see fit. If you skim anything, I’ll come and cut off your head in a while. Don’t tell anyone else."

Morison said calmly to the adjutant. He had no other use for his money. Even the money he earned from power-leveling in the past was wasted in all sorts of bizarre ways. He would freeload on meals, stay in five-star presidential suites without paying, take rides without paying, visit prostitutes without paying, achieving financial freedom with zero copper coins. No one dared to argue with him or do anything against him.

The adjutant was dumbfounded, fifty Golden Dragons... what does that even mean? In places like Duguli with high property prices, it could buy a large apartment. In smaller countries, it could get you a mansion with fountains and beautiful maids.

This disfigured face took it out of his private stash.

Even this lousy pirate adjutant was tempted. Damn, being a core member really means something. This man is indeed extraordinary! I must study hard and become a useful person to society! In the future, when visiting university students for services, I’ll give them twenty more copper coins. Education shouldn’t be compromised, even in poverty!