In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

"Ah... Let me see who I should use for my bone carving art today."

Looking at the flags of the Noxian warships hanging on the masts, Gangplank still felt unsatisfied - if he only killed a few Noxians, it would not fully demonstrate his strength as the Pirate King.

He also had to take down a few more Bilgewater rats who had dared to disrespect the Pirate King.

Like some bounty hunters, or some... gangs. He meant, entire gangs.

On Bilgewater's North Shore docks. In front of the entire city.

"Let's do something big and show them I'm still the king of Bilgewater!"

Gangplank had already planned in his mind which foolish gangs he would destroy later, so as to establish his authority in the entire Bilgewater.

But just as his Mingyuan was about to land, his deputy came over.

There was a smile on his face, as if he had found some new and interesting toy for his captain.

"Captain, the 'famous' gambler Drizzt was caught stealing from your ship. Just now. Oh yeah, and a big idiot as a bonus."

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Miss Fortune Sarah stayed up all night.

Although she had been planning for a long time, when it really came time to implement the plan... she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Besides, there were some unexpected factors involved. She had originally planned to wait another year or two, but she didn't expect the most suitable opportunity to come so soon.

Her preparations were not actually very thorough, and could even be said to be very rough... at least they were far from being "foolproof."

But she is confident about this matter.

Because she unexpectedly got an extremely powerful foreign aid - Cheng Xiao.

If she did this according to her original plan, she thought the success rate might only be fifty to seventy, and she might even lose her life.

And if Cheng Xiao joined... she still couldn't guarantee that Gangplank would die in front of the whole city, but the villain would definitely die, and his fleet would definitely be destroyed today.

Cheng Xiao definitely has that ability.

Sarah had waited so long for this day.

So, she didn't sleep all night, and at dawn she couldn't wait to wake up Cheng Xiao who was sleeping.

After an intimate and passionate kiss on the face, she put clothes on Cheng Xiao with her own hands, and then pulled the still sleepy little brother onto the North Shore Pier.

She soon saw a dark shadow on the horizon... The people on the dock began to get restless, and some members of the Hook Gang shouted their boss's name, claiming that the king of Bilgewater was returning.

After confirming that the situation was correct, Sarah hurriedly took Cheng Xiao back to the Siren. She had already loaded the rows of cannons with ammunition, and they only needed to ignite the fuse to launch a devastating artillery bombardment.

The men she had been preparing to recruit over the years also brought their boats to the shore.

Countless cannons are hidden under countless curtains and are ready to go.

Just waiting for the moment when the villain lets down his guard...

Sarah took a deep breath in the sea breeze, and finally turned her gaze to the young man beside her.

"It all depends on you, my dear Cheng Xiao...brother."

Chapter 111 Unrivaled Appetite!

"You are done for today, you treacherous beast!"

Graves spat at Drizzt's pale cheek with a victorious smile on his face.

Drizzt, on the other hand, had a face filled with despair. As a jerk who had spent years hanging around the Killer's Wharf, this was the first time he'd shown such an expression—if there was even the slightest chance, even the smallest, he wouldn't give up.

But now…what else can he do except accept his fate?

All his playing cards were gone, his arm was dislocated by that idiot Graves, and even one of his eyes was swollen and he couldn't see clearly... He really couldn't think of any way to escape now.

So in the face of Graves's arrogance and arrogance, he can only endure it.

"Hahahaha! I'm so happy to see you die in such an ugly state! Look at that disgusting little white face of yours. You can't be polite anymore!"

Graves said, spitting again.

But unfortunately, this time he didn't vomit on Trist, but vomited on his own forehead and hair.

And it is under the influence of gravity.

He suddenly felt very embarrassed and quickly used an angry curse to cover up his embarrassment: "Hey pretty boy, you are dead today! You will be cut into pieces and thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

“…” Trist still didn’t respond.

Graves prepared to continue his taunting.

Until he got slapped hard.

"You're already hanging up, and you're still talking so much? I should really consider sewing your mouth shut like a mink coat."

A member of the Hook Gang looked at Graves who was hung upside down and was so annoyed that he wanted to punch him to death.

"If someone didn't know, they would think you were going to kill Drizzt. You two are going to die together, yet you're still yelling."

"Fuck you, you idiots!" Graves yelled. "All you cowards do is bully the weak with your numbers! If you have the guts, put me down. I'll beat you so hard your grandmother back home wouldn't recognize you!"

His temper is still as bad as ever, and as stupid as his brain.

The members of the Iron Hook Gang didn't tolerate him either, and surrounded him and started beating him up again.

This time Graves was speechless - his cheeks were swollen as if a bag of eggs was stuffed in them, and his purple eye sockets could only barely open a slit, looking extremely miserable.

But he still made a protesting grunt in his throat. It was really annoying.

Of course, he himself was in a very good mood.

Although he couldn't kill that beast Trist with his own hands now, if he could watch him die, it could barely be considered revenge.

It didn't matter whether he died or not, as long as he died later than Drizzt—even if it was just a second. No, half a second would be fine. As long as he could watch the other die, it would be fine.

"Cook..." Graves, his face swollen from the beating, said with a thick tongue, "I'm so happy to watch you eat..."

"Fucking idiot..." Trist finally couldn't help but blurt out a curse that was inconsistent with his gentlemanly image.

He wanted to explain to Graves what had happened, but he felt it was pointless. The big, stupid guy wouldn't believe him anymore.

Once that guy's stubborn head gets stubborn, it will take a long time to wake up. Unfortunately, the remaining time is not very long.

"Hey, you're angry!" Graves was very happy that he had angered the other person with his words - this seemed to be his first time. He was very happy.

But the more he laughed that despicable laugh, the more the gang members around him wanted to beat him up.

But just when he was about to be knocked unconscious, the crowd that had been so noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

A very ominous silence.

The wall of people parted, and a figure in a red cloak strode towards them.

Graves's swollen eyes certainly couldn't see the man clearly, but Drizzt could see clearly. His eyes widened immediately, and his hanging body began to tremble slightly.

He saw the scariest person in the crowd...the man.

Planck.

The man was much stronger than expected, and not young either. The wrinkles on his face looked like they were carved with a chisel.

He was holding an orange in one hand and a short carving knife in the other, peeling the orange slowly.

Each cut is very clean.

"Boys, do you like bone carving?"

Gangplank's deep voice was like a ball of thunder boiling in his throat, and he could send chills down people's spines without even saying anything threatening.

Even the fearless Graves fell silent when he saw this guy. He was trying to size up Gangplank, as if trying to see who looked more ferocious—but the answer was obvious.

"You want to steal my stuff, don't you? This?"

Gangplank pointed to the dagger at his waist, which shimmered with magical light. It was the treasure that Drizzt wanted to steal, and his employer had offered him an unprecedented bounty.

"Drizzt, right? I heard that you have quick hands, and I have always admired thieves with quick hands." Gangplank approached, and every step he took made Drizzt feel genuinely afraid.

"But you shouldn't be stupid enough to steal from me."

"You had the chance to work for me, but you were too greedy. You set your sights on me, and now there's only one outcome for you..."

"die."

Planck waved his hand, and the gang members around him immediately got busy.

Graves and Drizzt were lowered back to the ground. The long upside-down position and the sudden uprighting caused blood to rush to their brains. They were a little dizzy for a moment.

Before they could react, the hemp ropes on their wrists were replaced with rusty iron shackles. A rope thicker than Graves's forearm was wrapped around the shackles, and the other end was tied to the cannon on the deck.

The clever Trist immediately guessed what they wanted to do - Gangplank wanted to sink them and the cannon to the bottom of the sea.

Well, this can be considered as a sign of respect for them - this method of execution is the highest standard in the eyes of pirates.

Drizzt lowered his head and even began to close his eyes.

Graves on the side tried his best to pout, "Do me a favor, Pirate King. Kill him first."

Gangplank scoffed, but didn't respond. Clearly, the big, dumb Graves had been ignored once again—he launched into a furious rant, only to receive a fistful of blows from the gang members in response.

"Don't be afraid, Drizzt," Gangplank smiled. "Before you die, there's one more grand spectacle to enjoy—I'll defeat the Noxian fleet on the north shore of Bilgewater. Besides, your death won't be in vain."

"Your life is worth as much as the lives of hundreds of Noxians. I will kill you and the Noxians one by one in front of the whole city, as a warning to both Bilgewater and those damned Noxian bastards."

Hearing this, Trist knew that he could not escape death.

At this moment, all the noise rolled out of his ears. He could not hear a single word of Planck's laughter or the crew's discussions.

All he could hear now was Graves's insults.

He was furious for a moment, but was quickly overcome by a deep sense of powerlessness. He finally realized that the gambler was blinded by the high stakes at the gambling table. He had been fooled, fooled in the most childish way.

Whether it was the sudden appearance of a high bounty, or Graves hiding in the warehouse...how could a fraud master like him fall for such a naive scam?

This kind of trick is clearly something only a fool like Graves would fall for...

"You bastard, it's great to see you like this!" Graves was still cursing.

But Trist suddenly turned his head and looked at him, his eyes full of helplessness but not much blame.

"We will all go to hell. It's not just my fault." Drizzt said helplessly, "I didn't lie to you. We did try our best to save you. But it doesn't matter. You can believe what I said or not."

"Bah! You're still trying to fool me!" Stubborn Graves obviously didn't want to believe it. He only believed his own eyes.

Even though his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see far away - it was like this now and it was like this ten years ago.

He always did things his own way, and he always went too far. But he'd only gotten into trouble once in all those years, because every time—

Graves seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his angry mouth suddenly closed, and his eyes drooped.

He quickly shook his head vigorously. Impossible... He wouldn't be stupid enough to convince himself to believe the liar's words.

Alas, it doesn’t matter anymore…it doesn’t matter anymore.

Boom——!

A loud bang exploded on the deck, and all the crew members covered their ears. Only the two "thieves" with their hands handcuffed were dizzy from the shock.

The Mingyuan opened fire when it was about to reach the port.

Its target was clear - another fleet in the harbor.

Noxian fleet.

Boom! Another loud noise, but this time it was here that suffered.

The Noxians also launched a counterattack, and countless artillery fire fell from the sky.

But Gangplank wasn't afraid at all, as if the sight only excites him. He stood at the front of the Abyss, gazing at his fleet on either side—more than thirty pirate ships.

Each ship had at least ten cannons on board.

"Fire! Kill those Noxian bastards!"

Boom...Boom...!

There was a lot of artillery fire.