Black Sail

The duel, an old tradition of the Western Continent, must take place in the arena in Aran. It concerns honor, and anyone can duel. Under the military government's high pressure, aside from the Thief Guild's shady dealings, other underworld groups have no room to survive.

In Lostra, things are a bit different. Duels between civilians and officials have no legal backing, aren't recognized, or supported, leaving plenty of room for underhanded maneuvers.

However, since the underworld is a local specialty, their duels are valid. Killing someone doesn't bear legal responsibility; it can be glossed over with mutual agreement, under legal provisions allowing for religious and cultural customs.

We can use duels to take down Liszt's arrogance. The fire department is a pushover, very easy to manipulate with limited power, no practical use. In the name of duels, take out Liszt's people to show them who's the boss. Documents are just waste paper, hang a couple of fire blankets, and the issue is forgotten. Closure? My ass.

"Why are you so awesome?"

Morison couldn't take it anymore; he wasn't used to the rules west of the Narrow Sea, filled with constraints and regulations.

"I've been awesome since I was a kid."

Duval wasn't afraid of that disfigured face at all. They wouldn't dare to kill people in public, judging by the weapons they used.

It really amused Morison. If it were somewhere else, he would have smashed him on the head and punched his head straight to his stomach.

The look on Shadi's face was unpleasant.

Indeed, the fire department's power wasn't much to behold, and one needed to rely on their own methods, but stalling in public would only let the Black Sail lose face.

"Let's go in and have some fun."

Shadi said this, and because of the commotion, the people queuing to enter had dispersed. Even if they hadn't, these guys never lined up.

"Untidy attire, no entry."

The Yisu people were quite tough too.

Rein slapped one right across the face, leaving the Yisu person spinning, barely able to stand with support from the wall. Dammit, wait till Whitman's people arrive, you'll see.

Heaven Port is just a refuge for those without connections; full of talents beyond your reach in the Narrow Sea Golden Waters.

For now, it was all about stalling, so they had to let these people in.

After the revolving door pushed open, they entered a narrow passage, where sound waves and fragrances already hit the senses hard.

As Evil Fall River entered, a place he had never been in, coming rain or shine all year round, it truly is one of Wind Anchor's top night spots.

Light beams pierced through the fog, cutting a boundary of light and dark in the fragmented glow of track lights.

Magic Banquet belongs to Kayan Card Money.

Known here for its exotic beauty, the drunks, patrons, and ambiance group are dressed so skimpily it's scandalous, clad in silken wraparounds adorned with sequins and diamonds, barely covering military bases, and the dancers moving in the pit had light particles rolling down their waist and hip curves, spiking localized heat in onlookers.

The Western Continent has its own DJ booths, secondary bands for stage performances with song rotations, but those half-baked girl group bands on circular platforms walled off by railings, the dance troupe's quirky outfits completely dazzled Rein's eyes, easily fitting into the realm of sensual outfits!

"I don't want to look!"

Rein almost forgot he was there to stir up trouble.

In the booths, glasses were clinking, some women had Magic Beast fur capes draped over them, and their exposed legs wrapped in pearlescent stockings, the men were either greasy playboys or identified as nouveau riche at first glance.

The mirror wall reflected countless swaying figures, a web of jewelry light, watch glint, and skin glow meshed together, even the air felt dreamlike in texture.

Indeed, as the doorman captain previously mentioned, it's fully booked. To put it candidly, night clubs are essentially the art of wrapping mating in high-end gloss.

No matter how high-end the club, it needs a Joker to lower the base line; otherwise, the status of the tycoons can't be flaunted.

The Jokers and small rich cliques gather on lower-end kiosks to accentuate top-tier wealth. Frequent night zone goers spot a reserved spot and discern their role instantly.

The ballroom talks cost-effectiveness, clubs talk service, and the business K talks emotions.

Nightclubs play on status and ambiance. When status tags on, spending naturally grows exponentially.

Nightclubs are places of indulgence and elitism; without a select booth except for being exceptionally attractive as a spice for the belles' lives, a bit of money won't cut it.

In places with jurisdiction, beauty can be seen as a production resource.

The top beauties flit from one booth to another, pulling sisters from one booth to join others; such occurrences are frequent.

Dominating others' prey is one of the rich guys' delights.

As for clubs where this doesn't happen, unfortunately, the truth is harsh; they simply haven't met the lowest wealth rating standard, remaining on the fringes as outposts.

The game here is flaunting high spending and guest quality, with a high-end gloss.

Magic Banquet is Kayan's.

The Black Sail gang with their rough vibe was indeed a bit off-putting; a bunch of weirdos, all the slick men and women wore perplexed expressions.

Here, VIPs need to spend at least three million, roughly fifty Golden Dragons; practically speaking, spending that much in one setting, unless it's a low-IQ loaned loser conned by a liquor shill, it's legitimate wealth.

In terms of causing a scene, Shadi and his crew were naturally adept. Without killing, have the brothers visit daily, running tabs, causing chaos, you still can't operate.

Duval tagged along, waiting for backup.

Brothers with tattoos of dragons and tigers from East Sea pushed past guests all the way to the bar center.

Just when Duval thought they would cause a big commotion, events took a sharp turn,

Rein leaped onto the stage set for the house band, snatched the bassist's instrument and strummed it frantically, the screeching sound like tinnitus ceased the musical performance abruptly, disco goers stopped, their gaze fixed here, the whole venue silent, Rein the center of attention.

"Tonight, All expenses on Young Master Xia, All drinks covered, Fruit platters covered, Damn it, everything covered!"

Rein didn't care how much the priciest drinks cost there, set loose, hopefully exhausting the venue's inventory.

Didn't fret over settling the bill at all.

Admit the bill but not paying.

This left Duval bewildered; what bullshit are you all up to? Wanted to stop it on the spot but was restrained by a cheerful Morison.

Though Rein and Shadi are Da Ming people, Shadi stood centerstage with a shining entrance. As for Kayan, only a few in the entire Western Continent could match him. Shadi surpassed merely handsome, to spar with him, you'd need the number one male Minstrel Feng Tong of the Western Continent.

"Everything's on me, let loose and order!"

Shadi's words finished, and the venue erupted in revelry.

Even if many didn't care about current news, the Continent Martial Arts Competition, Zote's affair somewhat transcended circles, and the Eight Great Vajra in photos were instantly recognized.

In night clubs.

Besides the fundamental kiosk, pit card, DJ card, BOSS card, there's something beyond the ordinary.

That's influence. People have duality; in this sinful world, half complicit, half victim, none purely chaotic.

If you're a known second-generation tycoon or the romanticized version of a T0 Royal Knight, even idle kiosk lounges can draw women thronging over.

And Black Sail folks are currently riding a fresh wave of notoriety, exceeding even the wealth evaluation of Magic Banquet, violently dominating others' prey.

Firstly.

Heaven Port itself is a behemoth; shareholders, elder-class, step in wealthy beyond measure.

Moreover, who is Zote, practically the BOSS within the Demon King City in a hero-dragon tale, even romantic allure is there.

Also, Shadi is extraordinarily handsome.

Magic Banquet environment surged to madness, the performing band on site restless, raced towards Shadi.

Shadi isn't callous, casually took a booth, gathered knockout beauties, all top beauties cradling and hugging.

East Sea brothers followed suit basking in benefits, core members were entertained so tightly packed that top-tier beauties lining up for holds and accords in the pit were uncountable.

Morison and Archer, savvy old hands, need merely three seconds to kickstart approaches.

"I'm more of the puretype, ya know!"

Rein's experience already surpassed spending at Heaven Port, and indulging this way was truly thrilling.

Present, two notable adventurers, Living Dead Magnus and Hall-level Chuan Che were recognized.

Unlike Rein, Magnus was genuinely innocent; overwhelmed by so many chirping girls left him utterly awkward.

Evil Fall River shed silent tears; the underworld's a grind.

Only Duval felt the wounded world.

Dammit! Whitman's people better arrive soon, otherwise, tonight, this venue's a goner!