Death Star Pavilion Commission!

Why were all the assassins willing to obey Robuchi's orders?

It was not merely because Robuchi was the intermediary. His strength was equally of paramount importance.

It was not as though no assassins had challenged Robuchi's position. It was simply that those challengers often died in inexplicable ways, while many assassins simply vanished without a trace, never to appear again.

With enough examples like that, the assassins naturally understood how formidable Robuchi was.

Hawkins withdrew his hair, then controlled microwaves to burn away Robuchi's brain, ending Robuchi's wicked life.

After dealing with Robuchi, he searched Robuchi's body and found a golden badge. The badge was shaped like a bizarre spider, every one of its legs adorned with a skull, while its back bore an enormous skull.

[Animal Friend Badge: Stupid lowly lifeforms have no memory. No matter how you treat them, they will regard you as their most important friend and spare no effort to help you. However, you may also gradually come to like them, perhaps even transcending the boundaries of species!]

Hawkins looked at the badge and could not help smiling. Sure enough, this badge's curse was particularly bizarre.

When he had just examined Robuchi's brain, he discovered that Robuchi had many "wives." Now that he saw the badge, he finally understood why.

"As expected, most wild operators use Good Grade Cursed Relics. Still, this one isn't too bad." Hawkins tossed the badge into Eternal Space and continued toward the Dalton Hotel.

In fact, Robuchi had another Cursed Relic. It was a tool he used to breed insects, one that even he himself did not dare touch.

However, that Cursed Relic would not grow legs and run away on its own, so Hawkins decided to deal with Dalton first.

In truth, he already had the ability to send the entire Black Market Island into Eternal Space. The problem was that he did not want to send the island's residents into Eternal Space as well, so he needed Dalton to step forward and take everyone away from Black Market Island.

For anyone who entered Eternal Space, there were only two outcomes: either they were one of his own, or they were dead.

Hawkins neither wanted these people to become his companions nor wanted to kill them. Therefore, he could only drive them away.

Inside the Dalton Hotel, the security guards were running around like ants on a hot pan, using all manner of tools to kill the rampaging insects. The floor was strewn with the corpses of men and women.

These corpses belonged to people who had been caught off guard and bitten by venomous insects.

Not everyone could use electric currents in time like Hawkins to stop the venom from spreading. Without an antidote, an ordinary person could lose their life in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, the main doors were pushed open, and the clutter piled behind them came rolling down onto the floor.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Get out, now!" Several guards faced him as though confronting a great enemy, while the captain of the security guards shouted loudly.

Hawkins closed the door and said with a smile, "I want to see your boss. Tell him Hawkins is here."

The security captain, who had been about to attack, trembled inwardly. After giving a cold snort that was fierce in appearance but weak in reality, he hurriedly turned and left.

Hawkins glanced at the corpses on the floor, then slowly walked deeper into the hotel. The guards had never seen Hawkins before, but they had heard of his vicious reputation. They all moved with utmost caution and did not dare approach him.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not here to kill anyone. As long as you don't attack me, I won't do anything to you." Hawkins looked at several guards as he walked, kindly trying to reassure them.

However, none of the guards believed him. Seeing Hawkins heading farther inside, they hurriedly followed behind him while keeping their distance.

Hawkins smiled. "How much do you earn a month?"

Unfortunately, nobody answered. Hawkins guessed their salaries were probably quite good. Otherwise, they would not be so conscientious.

Compared with the miserable treatment of naval soldiers, Black Market Island was a place where dragons and snakes mingled. As the greatest den of extravagance, the Dalton Hotel's treatment certainly could not be poor.

"Do you get thirty silver coins a month?" Hawkins asked.

For some unknown reason, one of the guards answered, "Our salary is fifty silver coins per month!"

"That high?" Hawkins was genuinely surprised.

Mark only earned thirty silver coins a month. A dignified Curse Caster earned even less than a security guard at the Dalton Hotel.

Should he raise his salary?

After pondering for a moment, Hawkins ultimately decided it was better to leave things as they were. Mark himself probably did not care much about money anyway. Giving him some exchange points would likely make him happier instead.

This was practically using money to smash people into submission.

In the past, Hawkins's monthly income fluctuated around one hundred gold coins. If he was lucky, he could even earn two hundred gold coins; if unlucky, he might make only around fifty.

It mainly depended on whether he encountered good prey or attacked towns along the near sea.

If it had been the old Hawkins, he definitely would not have refused a salary of three hundred gold coins per month.

Unfortunately, the current Hawkins did not care about money at all. This island had a gold mine. Once it was sent into Eternal Space, he could have as many gold coins as he wanted. A conservative estimate put it at hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

So this little bit of money could not possibly move Hawkins.

At that moment, a group of people approached from ahead, with Dalton walking at the front.

Dalton's expression was somewhat unsightly. Hawkins had swaggered into the hotel, which meant every assassin had failed.

"Son of Pirates, welcome to the Dalton Hotel. May I ask whether you are staying here or wish to..." Dalton looked at Hawkins and forced out a smile.

Hawkins glanced at Dalton, then his gaze passed over him and landed on the burly man behind him. He smiled. "Blackbeard Braid, I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you for so long. I thought you were dead. So you became someone else's dog!"

"Son of Pirates, do you want to die?" The burly man's face instantly turned red as he asked.

He had once been a pirate. Because his beard was glossy black and he liked to braid it, people called him Blackbeard Braid.

Like Son of Pirates, he had once been active in the Pras Sea. They had been rivals and had even fought once.

In truth, he was feeling extremely insecure. He had failed to crush Hawkins to death with money, and now Hawkins had come knocking. His heart was beating like a drum, and he had no idea whether Hawkins would kill him.

He had even mentally prepared himself to buy his life with money.

Hawkins smiled. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I want you to do something for me."

"What is it?" Dalton felt slightly relieved and spoke up.

Hawkins looked at him. "I'll give you one week. After one week, everyone on Black Market Island must leave. This is neither a request nor me asking whether you can do it. This is a notification.

"When the time comes, anyone who remains on Black Market Island will die. I trust you won't doubt whether I dare kill people!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Dalton watched Hawkins's retreating back with an iron-blue face, his teeth nearly grinding to pieces.

He did not know that Hawkins intended to store Black Market Island inside Eternal Space. In his eyes, Hawkins was preparing to imitate the Pirate Queen and occupy the island as its king.

The Pirate Queen occupied Jade Island and commanded tens of thousands of pirates, hence her title as the Pirate Queen.

Now, Hawkins clearly wanted to occupy the larger Black Market Island and become a pirate king in both name and reality.

"Lord Dalton, what should we do?" the security captain asked quietly.

Dalton looked toward the masked man who had arrived with him earlier. The masked man frowned and said, "Since he will return in a week, why not prepare a grand gift for him on Black Market Island?"

"What if it fails? Are those lords really not going to act?" Dalton asked with a frown.

Even if the lords lost their share of Black Market Island's profits, they still had countless sources of income. But he had only Black Market Island, only the Dalton Hotel.

Hawkins wanted to seize everything he had.

His gaze gradually turned sinister. Gritting his teeth, he ruthlessly swore in his heart, I will never hand Black Market Island over to you, Son of Pirates!

In an instant, he thought of Death Star Pavilion.

In fact, even Dalton did not know who the master of Death Star Pavilion was.

Before the Black Market was established, Death Star Pavilion had already existed on Black Market Island. Back then, Black Market Island was not yet called the Black Market. It was merely a nameless small island inhabited by a group of natives, who worshipped Death Star Pavilion as their faith.

Later, a group of pirates discovered the wonderful uses of Death Star Pavilion, gradually drawing more and more people there.

Those natives were captured and sold to nobles, becoming the nobles' slaves.

This was not the first time Dalton had placed a commission with Death Star Pavilion. He knew very well how powerful Death Star Pavilion was.

That night, Dalton returned to his room, opened his treasure chest with a key, took out ten bags of gold coins, and left the Dalton Hotel directly.

He came alone to Death Star Pavilion. Seeing no one around, he immediately entered it.

Inside Death Star Pavilion, his vision was affected by an unknown force. He could only see things within one meter of himself.

He fumbled his way to an altar, took out pen and paper, and wrote down Hawkins's name. Then he pressed the gold coins atop the name.

"Son of Pirates, you want Black Market Island? Hmph, I want you dead!"

Watching the gold coins and the name gradually disappear into the darkness, he sneered inwardly.

Elsewhere, Hawkins had left Black Market Island and was eating fish aboard the Black Knife, constantly tossing the fish caught by his tentacles into Eternal Space.

Unfortunately, he had not seen any whales yet. Whether the Pras Sea even had whales remained unknown.

Otherwise, he would only need to swallow a few whales, and the energy he stored would probably be enough to last him a long time.

Though he had looked calm and effortless during his two outbursts on Black Market Island earlier, the truth was that his consumption had been enormous. That was why, after returning to the Black Knife, he began eating.

The naval soldiers who remained aboard kept bringing him grilled fish, and he kept eating. Once he finished, he threw the bones into Eternal Space as well.

What Eternal Space lacked most was matter from the real world, so he did not even let the bones go.