Anyway, with a compatible temperament, unmatched skills, and a thick face, once the North Wind Seal is engraved, bow to the Plowsmith, and have the old master mediate—won't it all work out?!

What a pity…

After hesitating for a moment, he helplessly chose to give up.

Look at this punk's sly demeanor; even if caught, he wouldn't be tamed, offending others in vain and possibly provoking Ye Xian. Forget it.

Better to capture that fence-sitter below, so no trouble is left behind!

The moment fierceness flashed in his eyes, his Flame-shaped Sword lifted again and was thrown.

It landed in the hands of Giant Surter, instantly melting metal and bursting into a full-fledged Flame Sword.

In the swelling blaze, Surter howled and slashed.

Cracks appeared above the Circle Realm·Eternal Dark Burial Abyss, and the giant leaped, charging in recklessly and fearlessly attacking!

Pacquiao finally stepped back.

Among the siege, he glanced hatefully at Ji Jue's location.

At this stage, no alternatives left, a retreat was the only option.

As for those Water Ghosts who were coaxed and coerced, if they die, they die. What's it to me!

As long as there are hills, there'll be wood to burn. With the maritime foundation intact, the Blood Fleet can be rebuilt, washing away today's shame sooner or later!

Too bad, so many sacrifices, all wasted.

A moment of painful expression appeared on his face, then without hesitation, he triggered the Blood Bone Rebirth!

Bang!

His body exploded out of the blue like a bomb, with Blood Flames soaring to the skies. His soul had already drifted away, resonating through the ritual, returning to his distant homeland across the ocean.

He ran!

Ran, did he?

If he ran.

When the body exploded and the Secret Ritual was triggered, he sensed the rituals tied to Harlot Town and another secret location suddenly lost their responses!

Gone!

In a momentary daze, he was stabbed several more times by three giants, regrouping his shattered body in disarray, reflexively turning his gaze towards the sea.

Harlot Town…

No, from now on, there might no longer be a Harlot Town.

In an instant of realization, he finally understood why Yellow Beard, the logistic chief of the Dragon Remains Fleet, appeared here!!!

Unable to hold back, he roared.

As if weeping blood!

And just outside Xinquan, Ling Shuo, holding a token under the supervision of the Desolate Gathering Chosen One, wore shackles to appear harmless. Hearing the roar, he turned around, sighed with relief, and whistled.

Is there anything more pleasing than others falling into Hell while you remain unscathed?

"Thank goodness that old guy jumped ship quickly."

The price, you couldn't agree on.

The matter, you couldn't resolve.

If so, don't blame Ling Liu for selling you out. Anyway, someone has to be sacrificed, who cares if it's you?

Once sword-drawn rivals, the two Desolate Gathering leaders quickly formed an alliance in secret!

Not only Ling Liu but also old friend Frederick, whom Ji Jue met during exams, secretly brought in the North Wind Workshop!

You must know, the Northern Realm is vast with a great estate, but even the landlord's family has no surplus grain!

Moreover, the new Great Lord ambitiously wants to break free from the White River belt. In these months of mortal combat, this band of rogues, especially the fence-sitting, price-raising Pacquiao, has often sabotaged! Who knows when these guys would don uniforms and suddenly become regular forces…

When Ji Jue called, it was transferred directly to Frederick's mentor, Supervisor Master Yellow Beard, and everyone hit it off immediately.

In just a few days, under Ji Jue's guidance and after dividing the loot, various forces intertwined at Xinquan and completed a friendly trade.

Ready for the opening!

As for… the Security Bureau?

When Ji Jue uncovered Pacquiao's plot, he couldn't help but laugh: You're joking, need the Security Bureau's help to deal with a Water Ghost leader?!

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At this moment, outside Xinquan's potential... deep in the night over the Panghuang Sea, flames soared skyward.

The tattered Harlot Town burned as it slowly collapsed and sank.

A scene of desolation.

The paradise pirates built through plunder finally faced the conclusion of plunder.

Utilizing a passage token from Gray Port, disguising as a support fleet and collaborating with insiders, crossing the natural fog belt, the Dragon Remains Fleet marched directly in, unleashing full firepower to break the defense line, splitting and commencing rampant plunder.

Making money isn't shameful, if you're talking pirates, the Northern Realm is the origin!

"Pacquiao, that old dog, squirreled away quite a sum."

On the deck, the captain, overlooking the burning town in the distance, listened to reports, grinning contentedly, cast an increasingly approving gaze at the young man beside him.

"Well done, Frey!"

Frederick showed a complicated expression, sighed upon hearing this: "In the end, I got used by that guy."

"The so-called alliance is just a mutually beneficial relationship, isn't it? In this world, having such a relationship is already a rare treat." The captain waved dismissively, suddenly asking: "What price did you agree on?"

"Fifteen percent." Frederick answered, lowering his head.

"Give him twenty."

The captain patted his shoulder: "Tell him you negotiated this personally."

"Why…"

Frederick paused, then realized, gratefully lowering his head.

Ji Jue attracted hatred, creating a defenseless Harlot Town for the Dragon Remains Fleet to thoroughly destroy Pacquiao's foundation and rear.

At this point, the deal was complete.

The fleet could turn hostile, denying the agreed shares, claiming Frederick spoke nonsense, not accountable.

Anyway, we're far in the Northern Realm, what can you do to us?

In fact, even if no payment was made, Ji Jue couldn't realistically pursue it, might grit his teeth and swallow the grievance.

What else could be done? Hang himself to score points for the Coward's Union?

Pity, this plan had a thousand benefits but one flaw… you had to eliminate Ji Jue on the spot and endure the consequences.

If not, this fellow with resources, technology, patrons, and connections, holds grudges fiercely, always leaving no stone unturned, would surely rebuild from ashes.

If he ramped up production, within months, you might see numerous Federation-standard weapons sold at cost to North cities hostile to the Northern Realm...

For such money, spoil such a great opportunity and be targeted by such a pest, is hardly worth it.

Better to distribute a small share, preserving some connections. Besides, now that Thousand Islands trade blockade hits the Northern Realm, they're critically short on supplies, aren't they?

"The weather's chilly."

The captain gazed down at the ashes and dew falling on the deck, quietly reflected and left.

By now, Pacquiao must be cooling down, shouldn't he?

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