Before he knew it, tears of frustration had welled up in his eyes.
Seeing how little regard Mu Chen had for him, Teach was furious, but he still grinned. "Hahaha! A visit from the Marines-what an honor for this mountain and this beach!"
Blackbeard slowly rose to his feet, the fat on his belly wobbling with the movement.
"I thought I'd have to wait three days. Looks like Admiral Mu Chen arrived sooner than expected. Let me hand over the Wuhan life document."
Mu Chen ignored the hostile gazes around him, walked straight to the bonfire, and sat down, casually picking up a roasted chicken leg.
"Your men have better manners than you."
He took a bite of the chicken, frowned slightly, and spoke flatly, his expression full of distaste.
"Hmm. Overcooked. Not much skill involved."
Faced with Mu Chen's imposing presence, Teach's gaze turned cold, and a layer of black mist quietly covered his left hand.
"You still love your jokes, Qiang. But don't rush into the barbecue. We should be discussing the Seven Warlords of the Sea."
Mu Chen never took him seriously, no matter the circumstances, and that feeling infuriated him.
"What's the rush?" Mu Chen spat out a chicken bone, took out a scroll, and tossed it onto the sand as though throwing away a piece of trash.
"The appointment letter is here. Sign it, and it takes effect. But let me remind you, being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea isn't a free pass to escape death. Don't let me catch you doing anything."
Teach felt deeply humiliated. Just how much does Mu Chen look down on me? Is he treating me like a dog?
In Mu Chen's eyes, Teach was already on his kill list. It was just that he couldn't kill