Privateer Fleet

At a bar on Leatherworker Street, Liu Zhi found the superior officer of this body: an old captain who looked to be in his fifties, with a full beard and a white captain's uniform. Whenever he stood there, he held his head high, as if he might as well have "justice" written across his back.

When Liu Zhi arrived, the old captain laughed heartily, reached into his breast pocket, and pulled out a silver pocket watch to check the time.

"Sandru, I knew you'd be here right on time. You lot all lost. Hurry up and hand over the money."

The sailors nearby had no choice but to put some coins on the table. It was obvious they'd been betting on when Liu Zhi would show up.

Liu Zhi was about to crack a joke when his gaze fell on the old captain's left wrist.

In the next instant, Liu Zhi's expression changed. The old captain's left hand was some kind of black mechanical prosthesis. When he moved his fingers, Liu Zhi could see sparks flickering inside it from time to time.

That was when Liu Zhi realized he had left something out of his calculations.

He had never factored in this world's technology. At the very least, he had no idea which direction this world had taken.

Noticing Liu Zhi staring at his left hand, the old captain laughed. "You noticed it too, huh? This is the latest technology from Eagle Country: a Ten-fold Strength Iron Wrist. It's much better than the clumsy, heavy two-fold one I used to have. Ever since I got this iron wrist, I feel like I'm young again."

As he spoke, the old captain made a point of moving his left hand, as if showing it off.

The sailors around them chimed in. "That's