The moon slowly tilted westward, and Gong Xize sat on the cushion, drinking, downing bottle after bottle, his eyes red as he stared at the distant sea.
"That time on Sea Emperor Hao, I was seriously injured—I thought I would die... Later, an old fisherman saved me, and he brought me to Black Dragon Island. Back then, the fishermen on this island were very poor, and occasionally some thugs would come to plunder them. Everyone was angry but dared not speak out. At that time, I killed a leader with a kitchen knife. I was enraged, they became afraid, calling us pirates, but they were all cowards... After that, I took control of them, drove out the badly behaved ones, and replaced them with fishermen from Black Dragon Island... Then, we used the money from robbing merchant ships to buy guns, build new houses, and let everyone live and work in peace and contentment... I thought I could make them happy forever, but I never expected the losses this time would be so devastating."
