The weather of the Endless Sea is forever unpredictable, at noon, without any warning, torrential rain and howling gales pass by, and then the scorching sun suddenly leaps into the sky, casting down blinding rays and beams, splintering into millions of dazzling points in the waves.

Such a familiar scene is already disregarded by everyone and is destined not to last.

It doesn't take long before the dark clouds slowly advance in the gusts, and after the daylight dims, the whole world becomes gloomy, while a faint mist once again arises from the ocean surface.

The world suddenly plunges into the Netherworld.

Under the blowing of the cold wind, the rusty weather vane at the highest point of the drilling platform's ruins makes a creaking noise.

It's hard for ordinary people to imagine, but right in this chaotic magnetic field and turbulent ocean, such a colossal structure actually exists.

Relying on the abandoned drilling platform, through countless days and nights of labor by slave workers over the years, constructing and expanding, countless disordered supports fall into the sea, interconnecting, and eventually forming a small island that resembles a town on the vast ocean.

Not belonging to any city-state, and never appearing on any map, this secret town lacks pursuers and laws, lacks treaties and any protection.

This is one of the few pirate havens in the western part of the Endless Sea.

— Harlot Town.

Expecting that group of uncultured Water Ghosts to come up with a classy name is clearly too much to ask of their fetal-level unfinished education. It was named simply because the piercing shrieks from the chaotic buildings when the wind blows provoke a lewd imagination.

But in reality, this town is no different from a cunning harlot who's obsessed with wealth.

Contraband, weapons, smuggled luxury goods, and even general merchandise, almost anything that can be found or not found on the market can be traced in this place.

The intermediaries, who have changed their appearance, guard the rusty iron houses, yet they facilitate transactions that reach astonishingly large figures.

Not to mention the supply and replenishment of necessities like fresh water, fuel, and weapons, even if the price skyrockets by dozens or hundreds of times, if there's no other way, you have to obediently pay and let yourself be slaughtered.

Even though pirates generally lack quality and could not be more ruthless, anyone planning to act recklessly should first glance at the harbor outside and the former Empire battleship anchored there, look at its dark guns and firepower, and the numerous modified ships surrounding it, bristling with various weapons.

Think about the General's tactics and the infamous Bloodwash fleet!

Unlike the usual desolation, at this moment, the surrounding rough and simple port is almost filled with all kinds of ships.

Each ship carries more or less some damage marks, and when the crews on the decks look at each other, murderous intent inevitably rises, expressions grim, unable to discern a harmonious and familial atmosphere among the captains.

This is what the pirate alliance is all about.

Everyone is fishing for food on the Endless Sea, how could there not be conflicts and battles? The leaders at the top can still smile and hide their curses and malice, but how can the crew, who recently faced off with swords and guns, show any goodwill towards each other?

Unfortunately, no fight broke out.

Everyone pretended to be generous, showing rare tolerance, enduring together for the greater good.

Since last year, when the barbarians from the frozen Northern Realm prepared for another battle of White River, none had good days to live through.

The Northern cities obliterated their funds, and both sides fought life-and-death skirmishes in the White River area of the Frozen Zone, heads rolling, turning the ocean red.

Countless maritime routes were disturbed, while the Water Ghosts became desperately poor. Moreover, they'd long been affected—after all, these days' Water Ghosts at sea are somewhat connected, and their relationships with various city-states are dubious.

To strike against the power of the Northern cities and cut off supplies, the fleets from the Northern Realm spread out, raiding everywhere, fiercely pursuing the Water Ghosts who dared support the Northern cities.

The South and West became turbulent, after all, when it comes to fighting, who cares where you're from...

Money is hard to earn, eating shit is tough, and life is miserable.

Hoping for a turnaround, finding a golden goose, even finding an influential benefactor, asking for a share, getting leftover food.

And as the host of this 'find-a-benefactor' operation, the lead benefactor is undoubtedly the overlord of Harlot Town, the 'General' of the Bloodwash fleet.

Pacquiao Soto Giddens!

Compared to the notorious reputation and image of eating children alive and committing murder and arson known outside, it's hard to imagine the real General is a somewhat withered old man, with a branding scar on his face, bald head, covered in age spots, speaking weakly, drowsy.

Yet, in the assembly hall, none of those unruly captains and Water Ghosts dared to act rashly.

When those turbid old eyes glanced below, a chilling sharp glow emerged.

"What does Ling Liu say?"

"Sorry, General, Six Lord has been unwell recently."

The representative from Gray Port Wilderness, the young man with a stubbled face, Ling Shuo, smiled regretfully and responded in fluent Southern speech, "Recently, matters have been quite overwhelming, Six Lord truly had no time to attend. To show support, he specially sent us few juniors with fleets here to amplify the General's prestige."

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