To be cautious and avoid attracting attention, I personally went ashore to gather information, while those good-for-nothings started enjoying themselves!
His anger instantly turned into an uncontrollable malicious fire.
He loosened his pants and shouted, "Bring that prostitute to me!"
Gray Teeth decided to vent his frustration alone, and once finished, he intended to skin that lamb and hang it on the mast as a warning to his useless subordinates!
A pirate obediently went deep into the cabin and soon dragged out a woman with a swollen and bleeding forehead.
At that moment, a pleasant fragrance gradually permeated the air.
Gray Teeth rubbed himself, greedily twitching his nose.
Fragrance?
Could this prostitute have used some high-end goods?
It really smells wonderful... I have to enjoy this...
Gray Teeth was almost drowning in that sweet, delightful aroma.
"First Mate!!"
