"That's Blackbeard's woman! Of course, Blackbeard Uncle's woman—not mine, this Blackbeard's!"
In the dense jungle, Monk brandished the short-handled, broad-bladed saber favored by pirates and roared hysterically, "No one can insult the woman of the idol I admire most right in front of me, Blackbeard! What North Sea Prince? Arthur, you're nothing but a grandson!"
Monk deeply regretted that, back in the gambling house at Dunkirk Port, he had not cut down that ungrateful wretch with a single stroke.
He ate from the Black Tiger Family, drank from the Black Tiger Family, and in the end betrayed the Black Tiger Family—still that bastard Arthur. Unfortunately, back then Monk had merely been the captain of a medium pirate ship in a small pirate band, with only a little over three hundred brothers under his command. Compared to the Black Tiger Family at the height of its glory, he had been no more than an insignificant little ant.
Back then, Arthur had been Blackbeard's adopted son, the eldest young master revered by everyone in the Black Tiger Family. Though Lin Qi had gouged out one of his eyes, no one could shake his position as eldest young master. Hadn't even Lin Qi been sent off by Blackbeard to study in Berely? Arthur had been showered with countless favors then. Which pirate would have dared entertain any crooked thoughts toward him?
Black Rose Lady Ross swept into the jungle like a drifting cloud.
Two Retribution Knights charged in from behind her, one to each side. They had practically followed Lady Ross straight into the woods. Less than three paces separated them from her. Their weapons radiated scorching golden-red divine light as they cried out the name of the God of Retribution, fiery divine sigils of retribution already condensed upon their weapons.
Just as