The East Sea, in the Ida Sea area.
On the ship of the Battle Axe Pirates, the pirates were holding a feast.
Even though they didn't know why the boss had suddenly announced a celebration, it didn't stop them from having one.
As the alcohol flowed, the increasingly intoxicated crowd pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
At the center of the feast was the captain of the Battle Axe Pirates, Gire Yasen.
His robust physique was twice the size of the crew members around him.
Standing there, he resembled a humanoid Tyrannosaurus compared to the lean crew members around him.
He raised a wine cup the size of half a head and drank it down in one gulp.
Bang—
The wine cup was slammed heavily onto the table:
"Yarudamou (You scallywags)!!!!"
The rough, excited shout brought the feast to a momentary silence.
Gire Yasen looked at the quiet crowd, his gaze sweeping across them:
"Do you know why I announced a feast?"
Seeing his subordinates, who were awestruck and shaking their heads wildly.
Gire Yasen grinned:
"Because the spies I've planted in the Navy have begun to make their move."
"They will poison the food in the Marine base on Wind Chime Island."
"We will reach Wind Chime Island before dark tomorrow."
"Then we will bloodbath the Marine branch."
"Not only will our fame soar, but all the treasures on the island will be ours!"
"Harara larara!!!"
The crew members of the Battle Axe Pirates were first shocked, then went wild.
"Whoa!!!!"
"Long live the boss!!!"
"Hahaha!"
"Kill them all!!"
"Charge with the boss!!!!"
"Hahaha!"
Gire Yasen looked at the frenzied crowd with bloodshot eyes, a sinister smile on his lips:
"Tonight!"
"Eat and drink to your heart's content!!!"
"Tomorrow!"
"Kill them ruthlessly!!!!"
"Harara larara!!!"
A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the brightly lit pirate ship.
Time slowly passed, and the sky, at some point, began to brighten.
They were getting closer and closer to Wind Chime Island...
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The East Sea, Wind Chime Island.
Wind Chime Island was named for the wind chimes flowers that bloomed all over the island.
The island had a pleasant climate, and being a remote island in the East Sea, few pirates passed by, making it exceptionally peaceful.
If there was one drawback, it was the Marine branch on the island...
Due to its remote location and poor information flow, it had given rise to a "dictator."
Marine Branch 65, its commander, "Snan Slin."
In his youth, he was a passionate Marine soldier, but for some reason, he clashed with the admirals of the headquarters.
Through backroom dealings, he was directly banished to the edge of the East Sea.
The former Snan Slin had been angry and confused, but he quickly adjusted.
Since he couldn't resist, why not enjoy...
Soon, a corrupt Marine branch commander emerged, and due to his strength,
He gradually came to rule the island in every aspect. Both the legitimate and illegitimate affairs of the island were under his control, and he gradually lost himself...
On the large mountain behind Marine Branch 65.
A luxurious courtyard covering tens of thousands of square feet was situated there.
At noon, Commander Snan Slin finally rose from his embrace of comfort.
Years of depravity had caused him to balloon to over 300 pounds, but he appeared even more ferocious.
He casually pushed away two young girls he had abducted from the island and got out of bed:
"Beard!"
Soon, a knocking sound was heard.
Snan Slin, who was getting dressed:
"Come in."
A "Yes, sir" came from outside the door, and a butler in a suit appeared:
"Master."
Snan Slin yawned:
"Mm."
"I played all day yesterday."
"Did anything happen?"
Butler Beard replied respectfully:
"Master, nothing happened."
"However, the families of those two girls came looking for them, what do you think..."
Snan Slin let out a cold snort:
"Break their legs and throw them out."
"Don't they know who rules this island!!!"
"How dare they come knocking!"
"They must be tired of living."
"Oh, and those brats sent by the headquarters, have they shown any recent unusual behavior?"
Butler Beard nodded and replied:
"No, those brats have been very well-behaved lately."
Snan Slin pondered for a few seconds:
"In that case, give them some benefits accordingly."
"If they were sent directly by headquarters' warships, they must have some background."
"They've probably offended someone and are just hiding here."
"No need to make things too rigid."
"Prepare breakfast."
Butler Beard nodded and said "Yes," then retreated.
Soon, a table full of rich dishes was served to the villa's table.
Snan Slin ate elegantly, mimicking noble etiquette.
However, his obese physique and fierce face were completely mismatched.
He stuffed a large chicken leg into his mouth, and with a few crunching sounds, he chewed the bone and swallowed:
"Breakfast tastes good today. Did we get a new chef, Beard?"
Beard lowered his head and replied:
"Yes, Master. A merchant ship arrived yesterday."
"We acquired some special seasonings."
"That's why the taste is a little different."
Snan Slin nodded and paid no further attention.
He didn't notice the slight curl of Beard's lips behind him, such special seasonings that would lead you to your death...
A fleeting glint of hatred flashed in his slightly reddened eyes, then disappeared.
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The East Sea, Wind Flower Island, Branch 65.
Five soldiers, looking stern and sharp, stood under the shade of a tree.
Their disgust was evident as they looked at the chaotic Marine branch.
Inside the branch, gambling and drinking were rampant.
Half of the nearly thousand-strong branch were drunk.
The youngest soldier among the five spoke indignantly:
"Damn it, let these trash be destroyed sooner."
"I can't stand it anymore."
The most muscular one was steady enough:
"Don't rush. It's today."
"Just wait a bit longer."
"The poison has been administered to Snan Slin."
"As for these guys."
"It's up to luck how many survive tonight."
One soldier was more rational:
"But some people don't deserve to die."
The muscular soldier glanced at him:
"There isn't that much time to decide right from wrong."
"If everyone were sentenced according to good and evil, who knows how long it would take."
"These scoundrels have been doing as they pleased with Snan Slin for over a decade."
"How many of them are decent?"
"Dying in battle against pirates would be a good end for them."
"As for those who survive, hmph."
"We'll deal with them slowly."
The rational soldier nodded. He wasn't a pedantic person.
After watching for a while, the group became impatient and returned to their dormitory to prepare.
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Late at night.
The ship of the Battle Axe Pirates sailed into a secluded corner of the island.
The crew disembarked and waded ashore.
The five who had been waiting early greeted the pirate crew.
The muscular Marine soldier nodded to Alay Gire Yasen.
He then gestured for the other four to lead the pirates towards the Marine branch.
He himself followed Alay Yasen with a few elite pirates, and they stealthily made their way up the mountain where the luxurious courtyard was located.
As the chirping of crickets sounded.
Butler Beard gently opened the large gate...