Black Tiger Goes to Sea

"This time, we won't act under the name of Black Wind Stronghold. We'll use his name and temporarily become his subordinates," Mai Yuqiang stated his plan outright.

Er Gouzi naturally knew this was deceiving themselves, but he was even less willing to see Black Wind Stronghold face dissolution because its tribute was insufficient.

The main reason was that if Black Wind Stronghold disbanded, all of them who had followed Mai Yuqiang in conquering the world would be sent back to their original Black Wind Stronghold and have to start over as mere foot soldiers.

It was like being transferred from vice president of a subsidiary back to headquarters, then having to claw one's way up again from a temp job. Who would want that?

Er Gouzi had suffered a bitter life too. His experiences were similar to Mai Yuqiang's, and he had likewise joined Black Wind Stronghold voluntarily. He had narrowly survived several great battles back then, slowly climbing to his current position step by step. He would never allow himself to sink back into that mire.

"Little Master, that's a great idea. Let's pull off a job under his name!" Er Gouzi flattered him.

Mai Yuqiang looked at the unconscious wealthy merchant and revealed a faint smile. Then he signaled to Er Gouzi, who knowingly stepped forward, untied the merchant's hands and feet, and dragged him away.

Half an hour later, the wealthy merchant trembled as he followed Er Gouzi's instructions and spouted a heap of useless nonsense. Then the group sailed a sailboat toward their target.

Across the myriad worlds, countless factions remained tangled in endless conflict.

Even Hawkins did not dare claim that he understood every faction or knew every powerhouse.

Apart from the various King-level Monsters of the Dream Realm, human factions were intricately intertwined.