Black Sail

In short, Crocodile Island must resolutely carry out and thoroughly implement this, even if the sky falls, we’ll wait until after the martial arts competition to discuss it.

Of course, the military is not aware of the Pope’s tactics, if they knew, the island would be blessed. But unknown to them, the Pope aims to take two dragon heads for a grand birthday celebration, to make the champion convert to their sect, and fiercely slap the Emperor’s face.

"The leader of the Eighteenth Formation has already set up camp fifty kilometers behind the city, and it seems they’re not intending to act against us, but rather to help solve those pirate and resistance army issues."

The Vice Admiral reported to Crocodile Island.

This makes things quite subtle, as the Church Court intends to steal credit from the military. This way, concerning the friction between the sect and the Royal Court, the sect gains the upper hand and thus gains more speaking power in the future.

We must not utterly tear faces here; limit casualties to under a hundred. Numbers can be falsely reported; at most two or three hundred deaths, and that’s the limit, lest it becomes too big.

If the Royal Court and the sect do engage, losses would exceed a hundred Mulong.

At this time, the sharp nails of a massager unintentionally poked Crocodile Island’s inner thigh.

Without any nonsense, Crocodile Island slapped her face, knocking her to the ground, with blood streaming from her nose, causing the girl to continuously beg for mercy.

"How do you do things?"

Crocodile Island wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief handed over by another girl, fortunately, he is a person who cherishes beauty. If it were someone else, it wouldn’t have been just a slap.