Did You Bring the Money?

As for the other pirates who had come with Barrel, they had all died beneath Eudora's sword.

Yang Mu collected their souls and walked over to Jack.

"Flesh Proliferation."

"Blood Regeneration."

He cast two spells on Jack in quick succession. Jack's pale complexion immediately regained its color, and the wounds covering his body healed.

"Burn these souls."

Having just recovered, Jack heard Yang Mu's order. Without hesitation, he ignited the Flame of Annihilation. After burning the souls Yang Mu handed him, he fully recovered.

"Captain, I'm sorry. I was useless. If I'd brought the Undead Servants, I definitely wouldn't have lost."

"Shut up. Lead the way!"

Yang Mu spoke impatiently. He did not care whether Jack lived or died. What he cared about was that they had dared to cheat him out of his goods and slap him in the face. If he did not destroy them, then he would not be Yang Mu.

Jack looked at Yang Mu's calm expression and felt a chill run down his spine. He knew the captain was truly angry when he was like this. Saying no more, he led Yang Mu toward Barrel's villa.

With every step Yang Mu took, another Undead Servant appeared beside him: Armed Skeletons, Werewolf Ghouls, the enhanced Werewolf Ghoul Allen, and Floating Skulls.

Looking at the powerful undead around Yang Mu, the crew following him saw a portion of his strength for the first time.

Their already incomparably powerful captain now had so many formidable Undead Servants by his side, each one stronger than those aboard the Undead.

The group entered Barrel's residence, slaughtering every pirate they encountered along the way and burning them into nothingness.

Only after reaching the indoor pool did Jack point at a tall figure among the people lying there, indicating that this was the man. He also described the man's abilities: transforming into a Fishman and controlling water.

The Fishman he transformed into was many times stronger than Abel. His ability to control water into cutting streams could even slice through Jack's Bone Shield. Jack could not match him in close combat, his only spell had been broken by the opponent, and a Necromancer's greatest strength—his Undead Servants—had not been at his side.

Who else was he supposed to lose to? No wonder he had said upon waking that he would not have lost if he had brought his undead.

But in Yang Mu's judgment, even if Jack had brought his Undead Servants, he still would have had no chance of winning.

His spiritual power had indeed reached the level of a Low-Level Apprentice, but his accumulated knowledge was still far from that of a true Low-Level Apprentice. The only spells he had mastered were Bone Resurrection and Bone Shield, without a single offensive spell.

If he had been a proper Necromancer Apprentice, then by the time his spiritual power reached the Low-Level Apprentice stage, his accumulated knowledge would have been at least a hundred times Jack's.

He would have several powerful Undead Servants modified by his own hand, and even without an Undead Space, he would keep them by his side at all times.

With powerful Undead Servants, plus an undead apprentice in the rear strengthening his undead, weakening the opponent, and casting spells to attack the enemy—and if he had a little more money and carried several dozen magical items—

A mere Fishman? It would be a miracle if he did not beat the shit out of him.

"Oh? Couldn't beat him, so you came crying for Daddy?"

The young man stood up with a teasing smile. His azure eyes deepened, and his body rapidly grew larger. His eyes bulged, fangs protruded from his mouth, palm-sized scales grew across his body, and his hands turned into claws, their nails as sharp as blades.

Before long, he had become a Fishman even larger than Abel.

"Annihilation Breath."

Yang Mu had no habit of wasting time with trash like this. If he had been in a good mood, he might have played with him a little. The problem was that his mood was terrible right now.

A stream of deep-purple, breath-like energy shot from a ring on Yang Mu's raised finger, instantly annihilating the Fishman before him and turning him into a pile of drifting ashes.

Yang Mu raised his hand into a claw, seizing a soul in his grasp. Black flames burned, leaving nothing behind.

The entire process had consisted of Yang Mu raising his hand, and the Fishman dying at his hand. There had not been the slightest delay. The Undead Servants surrounded the remaining people.

"So, can you tell me who swallowed my goods?"

"Who are you? Do you know where this is? Where's Barrel?"

"Barrel? That piece of trash is already dead. I'll ask one last time: who took my goods?"

Yang Mu's voice was already full of impatience. If anyone spouted more nonsense in the next moment, then they could all die.

Perhaps sensing Yang Mu's impatience and terror, none of them spoke again. Instead, they looked toward a young man in the crowd.

"I am..."

"Where's the medicine?"

Yang Mu directly cut off the young man's introduction.

"The medicine was taken away by his other guard. He should already be at sea by now."

The young man remained silent for a long time. Yang Mu's aura grew increasingly dangerous, and a plump middle-aged man beside him could no longer bear the pressure and took the initiative to speak.

"Kill him."

The instant he got the answer, Eudora appeared beside the young man.

"You wouldn't..."

Slash! The young man was cut in two from shoulder to waist.

"Kill... me..."

Only after the upper half of his body hit the ground did he manage to utter the final two words. But it was useless. Eudora had no reason and would not heed his words, while Yang Mu would not care about the life or death of an ant.

Seeing Yang Mu's brutality, the remaining people fell silent in terror. They were merely representatives of certain powerful figures, and the guards they had brought were only as strong as that Fishman at most.

And what had happened to that Fishman before this young man? With a mere lift of his hand, he had turned into ashes. How could they not be afraid?

"Tell me, what identity was this guy relying on?"

Yang Mu tapped the head that had died with its eyes still open using his cane.

Cold sweat poured even more heavily down the foreheads of those still alive. Damn it, this was a desperado. He killed people without even knowing who they were, even though it was obvious they all had powerful backers.

He did not even let them finish speaking. He killed first and asked questions afterward. This man was insane.

It was still the plump middle-aged man who spoke.

"He is the thirteenth son of Duke Xis of the Yinglandi Empire."

"The Yinglandi Empire? Fine, I understand."

"Do you still want the Merfolk Potion?"

Yang Mu nodded to show that he understood, then asked another question.

The people who had been cowering like quails instantly raised their heads at those words, their eyes lighting up.

It was not because of the Merfolk Potion. Even if they failed to buy it, they would at most be punished after explaining the situation when they returned.

What delighted them was that Yang Mu's words meant they might have a chance to live. Given Yang Mu's attitude just now, no one had believed he would spare them.

If Yang Mu knew what they were thinking, he would definitely rebuke them harshly. What do you take me for? A homicidal maniac?

Seeing them nod furiously, Yang Mu asked another question.

"Did you bring the money?"