The unresigned Stalo

Douglas roared with immeasurable ecstasy while slashing the necks of those newly seized pirates, before allowing his ghost pirates to suck their blood. Then, he squinted his eyes with satisfaction, before lighting a cigarette and puffing contentedly.

"My excellent Prince, we will seize the rat’s tail after rounding this cape! Afterwards…...there’s only three of them, my kids will be sufficient to rip them asunder! There is no need to sully your hands."

Prince Stalo’s lofty physique towered at the ship’s bow. His white locks gently fluttered under the setting sun.

For some unknown reason, he could feel an unexplainable gloominess and fret in his heart. At this moment, as past scenes rebroadcasted through his eyes, he suddenly felt that perhaps, he had miscalculated.

Because under the crushing pressure of Glory Party, that Seaman remained unabashed and even erected a middle finger....….