Storm of Slaughter

Pirates were greedy, and plundering was their nature.

As the fourth leader of the Fire Beard Pirate Crew, Da Han was a dignified Saint-level. His so-called invitation to Feng Lian was certainly not to discuss matters with him or make a deal.

His meaning was—if you know what's good for you, you will voluntarily hand over this batch of red wine. Because I, Da Han, want it. If you don't hand it out, prepare to pay with your life!

Among the pirates surrounding Da Han, no one felt that Da Han was going too far.

This was piracy.

The strong were respected, the rules of the game were cruel, simple, and naked.

Qian Xing watched Da Han issue orders and felt deeply envious in her heart.

This batch of Sorrow-Relieving Red Wine was worth a king's ransom. If Da Han could successfully plunder it this time, the harvest would be greater than plundering a city.

After all, plundering a city did not necessarily yield divinity.

If Da Han succeeded, his ranking on the Saint Monument would definitely rise!

This is the benefit of having subordinates. Without having to do anything yourself, you can achieve a successful plundering just by conveying a few commands.

There are also conveniences in terms of intelligence and so on.

Qian Xing used to think that subordinates were a burden, but now she felt they were very convenient.

It was mainly because of the Pirate Throne!

Although Qian Xing was Saint-level, her aptitude had reached its peak, and there was no room for further upward growth. She did not possess a god-level blood meridian, so in a conventional sense, she had no way to absorb divinity. Let alone harbor ambitions for the divine realm.

However, the throne was not conventional; it was a shortcut!

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