Wildberry Cliff.
At the center of the camp, a temporary wooden house.
The leader of the Ebbtide Gang, "Carrion Vulture," sat on an overturned barrel, a thin fish bone dangling from his lips, used for picking his teeth.
After more than thirty years at sea, his skin was almost cured by salt water and sea breeze, rendering it a rough, dark, and shadowy hue;
Hair just a stubble close to his scalp, alternating between gray and white, cheekbones prominent, jaw thin and devoid of flesh, coupled with a sinister hooked nose and fierce triangular eyes.
At first glance, he truly gave off the feeling of a vicious sea eagle circling and seeking prey.
At this moment, standing before this Ebbtide Gang boss were three Sha Hua Fishmen with a pungent fishy smell.
