Under the cover of night, on the northwest shore of Anluo Island.
A team of just over a dozen men was cautiously advancing in the darkness.
If you were to examine their attire through the shadows of the night,
you would find that these guys were mostly dressed in shabby clothes, reeking with a foul odor.
Their exposed limbs or chests bore either hideous scars or black tattoos of skulls or axes.
Anyone living by the sea could easily recognize this group as a band of ferocious pirates.
In this very team, a one-eyed pirate, sneakily following closely behind the leader at the forefront, whispered to him:
"Boss, are we really here to rescue that guy Fatoque?"
The pirate leader didn't even turn his head:
"Nonsense! Why else would I bring you here? To take a midnight stroll?"
Hearing this answer, the one-eyed pirate's face visibly showed tension:
"But boss, Anluo Island is still a town with over ten thousand residents, aren't we a bit too few?"
