Tide Retreat Gang's base.
"Rotten Vulture" Geli dragged a smoking pipe along with one hand. A professional's powerful physique gave him long, leisurely breaths, and two streams of pale air could be seen billowing from his nostrils in bundled jets. They struck the floor beneath him, churned, and dispersed.
"How have things been in Barracuda Bay lately?"
His triangular eyes were hidden deep in the shadows cast by his high brow ridges. His head hung slightly, making it impossible to see his expression. Only his sinister voice echoed through the room.
As the leader of the Tide Retreat Gang, with the gang currently expanding, he should have been stationed in Barracuda Bay. However, the Shahua Mermen had approached them about a deal, and contact with such a major force of another race required the utmost caution. One wrong step could leave him utterly ruined. Geli could not rest easy, so he had personally led a team out of the port.
Of course, if the deal went smoothly, the profits the Tide Retreat Gang could obtain would be unprecedented.
An exaggerated quantity of gold coins and antiques was only part of it. There were also refined weapons made by the Shahua Mermen, special mineral and plant materials from the depths of the ocean, and even human combat techniques collected by the mermen.
As long as they could establish this connection, with the Shahua Mermen's help, the Tide Retreat Gang would rise in an extremely short time from a bottom-level criminal organization that could only hide in the corners of alleys in the Saltwater District into a major organization known throughout Barracuda Bay.
And all they had to pay was the lives of some bottom-level civilians who were as lowly as swine and as insignificant as ants.
More than thirty years of