The sea wind wailed, and the dock planks creaked beneath everyone's feet.
The captain yanked open his blood-soaked collar, revealing a vicious arrow wound near his collarbone.
His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from his lungs. "I've sailed the Emerald Sea for over thirty years, and this is the first time I've seen pirates pull out an Association Search Warrant."
The crowd erupted.
One person said, "A fleet that docked yesterday also said half their Spices were searched away, but it seems they didn't fight."
"I heard that too." Another burly man in leather armor said, "I heard they even pried up two boards from the cargo hold floor!"
"That's way too exaggerated. Who would pry up the floorboards?"
Someone still asked, "What exactly is this Association Search Warrant he mentioned?"
"I know. It's an order issued by the Emerald Sea Flag Bearer. It seems Associations in various places can issue Search Warrants to private ship captains to search other vessels."
"Isn't the Flag Bearer the island lord?"
"They changed people a long time ago."
Just then, the Association's dwarf Vice Deacon hurried over with a squad.
His gaze swept across the injured sailors, and he roared, "Shut up!"
A hand like iron tongs seized the captain's wrist. "I'll take you to the Association. If what you said is true, the Association will stand up for you."
"Fine. Who's afraid of who?" The captain picked up his hat from the ground, dusted it off, and put it back on.
He raised his head and shouted to the surrounding crowd, "If I don't come back out, tell the other merchant fleets not to come to Treasure Island again."
With that, he strode after the dwarf toward the Central District.
Zombie World.
The plane landed at South Korea Base. Qi