Wind and Rain (Part 1)

This was an unnamed island, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, yet guarded with iron discipline.

At the heart of the island stood a row of houses still smeared with fresh mud. They had been newly built by members of the Waden Wen Pirate Band.

This small island was their new base, established to make raiding easier. Their losses last time had made them decisively abandon their original island and choose this unnamed one, which was better suited for both attack and defense.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" At that moment, while the pirates were gathered in the hall, a pirate suddenly came running in. Even as he rushed through the door, he was already shouting, "Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

His face was full of anxiety, and he had not noticed in the slightest that a "feast" was underway in the hall.

Since they were pirates, naturally they no longer cared about laws or national regulations. The Waden Wen Pirate Band was made up of men who killed as easily as breathing; even ordinary pirate crews feared them by three parts. Some had killed people and broken the law in inland regions before fleeing.

Others had been lawless from childhood, wild and arrogant by habit. There was also a group driven to the end of the road by poverty at home.

In short, regardless of their different origins, they now shared one thing in common: they were all people who had escaped death time and again through countless bloody battles.

Such people could all be called desperadoes.

What did desperadoes value most? Certainly not their lives.

They carried such things tied to their bodies every day. Each time they went out to do a "job," they might leave them somewhere, never to be recovered again.

Life was precious, but once one