Who Was Attacking?

Wu Heng glanced at the parrot. "Don't swear on someone else's life."

"I swear on my life. I'll just take a stroll and come right back."

"No. You're not reliable when you talk," Wu Heng said bluntly.

"Please, I'll just go out for a stroll. I promise I'll come back afterward. I've been a pirate for so many years—integrity and loyalty are practically my middle names. Believe me." Philippa wheedled.

Wu Heng still said, "No. Nothing that comes out of your mouth is reliable."

Philippa froze, then got to her feet in a huff.

She stared at him for a long while before saying, "Hmph! The air here is terrible. I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to find Minnie."

With that, she went out into the courtyard to bathe the Skeleton Flying Dragon with the other maids.

Wu Heng frowned.

"What do you mean, the air is terrible?"

Xiaoxiao's voice sounded beside his ear.

"Uncle, she said you farted."

The next day, Central District.

News of the bicycle launch spread across the island once again.

A long, narrow queue formed outside the sales point, while even more people gathered around to watch the commotion.

They had already seen this scene twice before.

And there were still people lining up every day to buy fountain pens and watches.

Still, one had to marvel at the products Treasure Island sold.

Every single one was wildly popular.

It was simply a money-printing machine.

Of course, the merchant associations transporting and reselling these goods also made a profit. After all, only a small number of people could come to Treasure Island.

"The detailed bicycle blueprints have already been copied down. Quite a few merchant associations are making the frames now."

"I know about that. No one's managed to make one yet,