Black Sail

Trying to discuss transcendental awareness with the drifters is like playing a gyroscope, pretending someone is smarter. So you think you're the friggin' Dragon Lord?

But as soon as drifters catch a glimpse of the spectacle, mistakenly stumble into the Heavenly Family, and persuade Yu to put down the sand in his hand, they immediately bow down in awe. Only a deity could pull that off.

As long as you have the "right to interpret," power manufactures truth, and truth produces power. Step on your own foot, and you can reach the heavens.

And now.

Liszt also wants to step on his own foot.

The religious influence in the Western Continent's market is saturated, can't make a name anymore. People are now enlightened, and a popular saying in the Western Continent goes, how do you judge someone is rotten? Just judge them rotten straightaway, and it's accurate 90% of the time.

It's hard to fool people now.

But there's still room to maneuver ideologically; FM Black Sail Media invites everyone to play the Tangxin Eight Families. Can't recruit followers? No problem, just gather a batch of corpse fans.

All these years, Shadi hasn't learned much about Transformation, only realizing that Liszt became the captain and deaf boss for a reason—just born at the wrong time. Put this person in the Ancient Era, and there might be Neodymium copper religion.

"I have to go."

Magnus kept deflecting, feeling uneasy on his first mafia stint. It was supposed to be a duel, but no one got killed. Business done, time to go home.

But the most satisfied isn't Shadi, it's Chanel!

This wave of operations concluded.

Converted, it's like spotting a stunner, F426 beautiful, shy and reluctantly forced, amidst a crowd of red envelope girls in a bar. Yet this person is a stunning intellectual, not one of those gilded chicken coops from art school or MBA, but a reputable tech school graduate. And not just some cover-up artist—his research has a certain impact in academia.

It's beyond mesmerized stupidity; even veteran players get spring fever.

All the models at Wind Anchor combined aren't enough to take Magnus down.

Shut up and take my money.

Just as Chanel was about to make a move.

The situation took a sudden turn, to everyone's surprise.

Police from Lostra came straight in.

Shadi thought Whitman had tipped off the government. Likes filing reports, huh?

But it was unexpected.

"We've received a report from a female. Who is Archer?"

A group of police approached with aggression.

If Lostra's government enforces a proportional representation system, it would be divided into three levels: the elected parliament, the senate, and above them, the Empress.

During the reform, the King wasn't forced to step down but voluntarily amended the constitution, retaining the strength of the Royal Family. Therefore, the Lostra Queen isn't just a figurehead—though there's a full-automatic script, even the prime minister has to listen to her.

In other countries, charges like indecency might be settled privately or with a security detention, but in Lostra, if convicted, there are criminal penalties, albeit not severe, within three years.

"Oh, that guy over there with a flushed face from drinking."

Shadi couldn't be happier for Archer's downfall, pointing at where Archer was sitting.

The group of police immediately went over to arrest Archer.

Would the Old Man spoil you?

"My damn hair?"

Archer refused arrest on the spot, grabbing a beer bottle to fight the police, but with weak, limp limbs from drinking, he was easily subdued with two batons, leaving a bruise on his leg.

Magnus: "..."

The police saw the blood on the stage, and Yajian Qie had been taken away, but they didn't interfere. The police sent here must have caught wind from above. Arresting Archer and taking him away from the Magic Banquet was a kind of official statement.

"You bastard, save me, hey!"

Archer called back to Shadi and the others.

But Shadi couldn't care less until Archer's figure fully disappeared, taken away to the station.

Duval then snapped back to reality.

They say those who recognize opportunities are the wise ones.

"Uh, just now, a VIP on the main card opened a bottle of Emperor's Treasure Brew, and the entertainment hasn't been arranged yet—what's going on?"

Duval immediately ran to Shadi, trying to please him, ordering the Magic Banquet staff to swiftly bring in the dancing sisters and set up the light show.

"Weren't you a badass all your life? I still love your rebellious side, recover a bit."

Shadi also found it amusing.

But this isn't a local thug snatching turf; East Sea International plays with real estate, manufacturing, and goods to be sold in Lostra. Business onshore should be measured.

Now the play is aggressive, but coming in fresh, everyone needs to eat to comply with the ruler's transformation.

"Ahem, you, and you, hurry and notify them to go on stage!"

Duval resumed his manager role, aiming to become a double agent urgently!

The show began, the band sang, the dancers danced, and they fully flattered the moneybags!

Archer was taken away, but the Black Sail crowd acted like nothing happened, continuing the music and dance with the ladies.

Magnus insisted on leaving despite Shadi's attempts to stop him.

Especially after the police saw the situation inside. Though it was a duel, someone was injured, but he got off scot-free, feeling uneasy—like breaking some moral chains.

Shadi leaned in and whispered, "Big bro! That Rich Sister almost peed herself looking at your expression, you..."

But before Shadi finished speaking.

"I'm heading back to the hotel."

Magnus walked straight towards the door, already leaving the Magic Banquet—his first mafia experience was poorly received.

But Shadi couldn't stop him, because the man without a hand wasn't considered Black Sail's crew but a guest, with no stakes tied—tricky.

"Sis, I'll talk to him when we get back; he's not one for fun, doesn't really have a private life, don't mind him."

Shadi took care of Chanel's feelings. That sister wasn't going to get any tonight and might just explode. Perhaps, he had a chance? Even if rumors weren't true, this chick was a financial goddess, not losing anything by getting closer.

Tonight was just a debut, not a big scene, but it made quite an impact. Whitman now stands somewhat aligned with the Giant Whale Guest; after they communicate, Giant Whale Guest will also step in.

The trouble is yet to come.

Damned if Liszt isn't here, and these Rein folks are also founding members, can't manage them, damn it!

Rein had already started dictating opinions.

"In the future, Wind Anchor and the Narrow Sea, the Giant Whale Guest can only be considered morons for us to handle."

Rein dribbled, oblivious to earth and sky.

Spending in a big city, and spending in Heaven Port, aren't the same flavor. Playing with girls of universal significance and with tattooed delinquent girls intimidating the government at Heaven Port isn't the same concept.

"I want all the information on that person!"

Chanel was truly angry, not believing there was a man she couldn't have. Her desire for a challenge was pushed to the extreme, feeling the need to control him properly to show her strength!

Shadi had only one thought.

Things were steady, all were steady.

Aran had the perfect woman, Nishi, backing up the son of Duguli, a mining tycoon.

Lostra had Little Ma Ge, backing the rumored Minister of Internal Affairs' daughter, seemingly living a domineering female CEO script.

"Sis! Haven't you heard? If he's inexperienced in the world, take him to see the world's delights; if he's world-weary, take him to ride the carousel. Little Ma Ge is obviously the latter."

Shadi said, knowing nothing but nonsense about Li Si, the cripple picked up at Mulong by Liszt.

"Carousel?"

Chanel finally encountered an unfamiliar domain.

Different education breeds different thoughts. A poor family can only talk about working hard and getting paid, eventually whipping the faster cattle, falling into the left-foot-right-foot trap. But those who mistakenly enter the Heavenly Family's middle-class learn about finance and debt from a young age. As long as the background is there, borrowing money from friends to get qualified and lending can reverse financial woes. Left-foot on right-foot speed-tune isn't something you can leave behind in life.

And Chanel herself, with her looks, dominated the field, never encountering someone like Magnus—completely beyond her experience.

One entrusted fate to faith, another only believed in Yuanzi; their lives collided entirely.

"It's all about true love, following the process—like the third date, which defaults to hooking up."

Shadi didn't quite understand either—he'd never experienced the third-date notion, often starting a fight five seconds after meeting.

"Dating?"

Chanel's fingers tingled, like being shocked, feeling quite magical.

How could Shadi miss the subtlety? Why are you on the carousel first, hey!