The afterglow of the sunset dyed the sky blood-red…
The mournful queue stretched long, no one uttered a sound; they all silently watched as Gong Xize walked away.
Chi Xiaoyu didn't quite understand. Before coming to Black Dragon Island, she thought the island was filled with sin.
Pirates, as the term implies, were no good.
Yet, after arriving, she discovered the place was full of the old, the weak, women, and children… Although everyone was quiet, she saw clearly the tears in their eyes.
Gong Xize felt exceptionally heavy-hearted. After entering, he kicked over a table with one foot and then went upstairs without looking back.
Chi Xiaoyu turned her head in confusion towards Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo also had a face full of sorrow, his voice grave.
"In this maritime disaster, we lost a total of thirty brothers. Twenty-nine were captured, and ten were secretly executed… These people, they all had families, had parents, had children, they were all making a living on the edge of a knife."
