Looking down at the pirates below, Han Wu raised a finger.
Twenty-seven turrets extended from the Lotus Platform Ship.
Ghostfire ignited along the outstretched Netherworld Thorns.
The sight truly gave the pirates a fright, but their eyes soon gleamed with naked greed.
Though the ship before them had many turrets,
it was a Ghost Ship!
If they could seize the Ghost Ship and take it back, they could sell it for a huge sum.
That money would be enough to buy every speedboat present and still let them live it up for a month or two.
"What's so great about having more cannons? Brothers, board her! His cannons can't keep an eye on all of us. As long as we kill him, this Ghost Ship will be ours!" one pirate shouted.
The other pirates felt the same way.
Pirates lived with their heads tied to their belts. Sooner or later, everyone had a day to die.
As long as they were alive, they had to plunder and enjoy themselves.
Cowards who cowered and shrank back could never be pirates.
To Han Wu's surprise, these pirates threw out countless ropes, tied them to the Lotus Platform Ship, and climbed aboard along the ropes.
Even when Han Wu deliberately controlled the Lotus Platform Ship to sway, he could not shake these battle-hardened professional pirates into the sea.
Their eyes were filled with desire for the Lotus Platform Ship.
Seeing this, anger appeared on Han Wu's face.
If these pirates wanted to take his ship, they would have to see whether their lives were hard enough.
With that thought, Han Wu controlled the Lotus Platform Ship and activated its third fixed ability: Lotus Platform Rotation.
The Lotus Platform Ship began to spin on its own.
Standing on the deck of the Lotus Platform