People from the Heavens

"Uh... farewell, smooth sailing, after years apart, I..."

Wu Pifu stiffly waved and spoke to Baghdad's fleet, looking utterly disdainful while having to sound familiar with them. The whole thing was painfully awkward.

He was not the only one feeling awkward. Every member aboard the Sea Emperor and its accompanying ships wore equally strained expressions. They wanted to shout that they were not that close, but did not dare. Instead, they plastered fake smiles on their faces for everyone in the Order faction to see.

Both sides waved stiffly at each other. Rather than a farewell, it looked more like they were telling each other to get lost.

Still, they had to put on this performance, if only to give the nine generals of the Order faction a barely acceptable excuse.

In any case, for Wu Pifu's sake, the nine Order faction generals wore rigid smiles. Though they did not wave, they could only watch helplessly as the heavily injured Baghdad sailed away, their expressions as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

Sitting on the deck of the Sea Emperor, Baghdad drank while slapping the deck and laughing heartily. "Did you see those bastards' faces? Hahaha! They looked exactly like they'd eaten shit, and had to savor it slowly instead of swallowing it in one gulp. Just for those expressions alone, this trip was worth it!"

Several beautiful nurses were tending to Baghdad's wounds. One head nurse could not help saying, "Captain, you're seriously injured. Drink less..."

Baghdad ignored her and continued drinking. "What nonsense are you talking about? Alcohol is my lifesaving medicine! What kind of man doesn't drink?"

At that moment, the ship's second mate walked over and said to Baghdad, "Are you really going to fight him? With that kind of attack, you'll die in one