His Moves and Preparations

Next, Shamrock swiftly retrieved several high-explosive charges from the cabin and precisely placed them at several critical points along the ship's side.

This was the contingency he had prepared long ago—to buy the pirates time to retreat and leave himself a way out as well.

Yet his expression did not relax in the slightest.

As the Neo Marines' artillery fire came crashing in, the sea had already become bloody and chaotic. Shamrock knew full well that once the situation spiraled out of control, the pirates might not be able to get away unscathed.

As he made his preparations, he continuously watched the movements of the Neo Marine fleet.

Clearly, their assault was ferocious. Shells exploded everywhere, and the pirates' ships teetered amid the violent blasts.

What angered Shamrock was that these pirates had no ability to respond at all. They had been utterly thrown into disarray.

He took a deep breath, an indescribable irritation and disgust rising in his heart—these idiots were actually being crushed so badly at such a critical moment.

"Just these people..."

He clenched his teeth, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"If it weren't for me, they wouldn't even have a chance to survive."

Just as he was preparing to make a move, a pirate hurried over from behind him.

"Lord Shamrock, there are too many enemies! We can't fight back anymore!"

Shamrock did not turn to look at him. He merely said calmly,

"I know. Retreat now. Take these pieces of trash and get as far away as you can."

He waved for the pirate to lead part of the group away first, while he himself quietly stepped forward, preparing to deal with the coming clash.

He swiftly stepped onto the deck, his gaze as cold as a blade as he instantly locked onto