"Lord, let's retreat! Let's retreat now!" He had just climbed up from the stern of the customs ship when a petty leader among the Hundred Heads water thieves called out to him anxiously. Judging by the sound of his voice, it seemed like he was about to burst into tears at any moment.
Mizuno Shichiro felt the same way for a moment. This guy wasn't particularly high-ranking, but he was an old pirate—he liked randomly killing people to instill fear when raiding merchant ships, frequently raped the female passengers, and was known as a tough guy among the Hundred Heads thieves. But now, even his lips were trembling. If not shocked senseless, he'd at least lost any will to fight.
