Yang Fan, open fire!
The instant the black pirate flag rose, the pirate ship disguised as a merchant vessel bombarded the tax collector's office in Kilger Harbor's Harbor District under its boatswain's command.
The two-story building was swallowed by flames in the explosion.
Its roof flew skyward and broke apart in midair, its shattered remains announcing the arrival of the Western Sea Pirate General.
Next came the Police Station in the Harbor District-the building separated from the tax collector's office by a single wall received special attention from the pirates.
Six-pound cannonballs rained down in volleys.
Boom, boom, boom!
After a succession of explosions, the Police Station was razed to the ground.
Then it was time to charge.
Every pirate looked toward his captain.
The great Western Sea Pirate General.
Their eyes burned with fervent admiration for their general.
Drake felt that fervor.
He sighed softly to himself.
He had come to the Inner Bay with only this ship's crew rather than his entire fleet not only because too many people would attract attention, but also because these men were his trusted followers, men who had boarded a pirate ship carrying all manner of regrets.
As for the irredeemable ones?
As a pirate general, he would not turn such people away.
But they would never set foot aboard his ship.
"Gentlemen-"
Thump, thump, thump!
Drake had deliberately timed his words. Just as he began to speak, the thunderous heartbeat rang out like war drums, one beat following another, echoing throughout the Harbor District.
Every pirate who heard that heartbeat froze.
[Bloodline Mark: Lionheart King] was beginning to affect them.
But the next moment, every pirate frowned.
A grating voice had cut through the sound-
"Hahaha, do you see?
This is my trump card-
The Western Sea Pirate General!
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