The quickest updates and the most complete novels belong to the novel website. Fang Senyan swept his gaze over the enraged pirates with cold contempt. Though he had not yet spoken, the scorn and sarcasm radiating from him were unmistakable. Only when the pirates’ shouts died down did Fang Senyan speak coldly:

“Esteemed sirs and ladies, what place do you take this to be? Oxford Street in London? The Anchor & Sail pub? Or perhaps the deck of a merchant vessel whose crew you’ve just slaughtered?”

Fang Senyan’s rapid-fire questions instantly strangled all the pirates’ [censored for politeness] and fury in the organ that neighbors the tonsils!!!

“This is Tortuga Castle! We managed to sneak in here with our blades drawn, torches lit, and sacks for meager coin because we seized a golden opportunity that appears only once every seventy years! If, as you imagine, we gathered over a hundred men to slowly search this damned place... well, I concede that such a marvelous plan would greatly increase security, novel website. But tell me, how long would it take you to accomplish this? A day, two days, or a week? Every room in this cursed castle is as vast as a world!”

Pausing here, Fang Senyan slowed his tone, adopting a voice of assured sarcasm:

“Two hours. That’s right, two hours, and that time must also account for our journey to and from the Old Mate (referring to the Bell & Goblet). That is the absolute limit of our stay inside Tortuga Castle! If we remain inside past this point, I guarantee that we will be intercepted at the castle gate by either the noble Lord riding that phantom steed, or by Jack Sparrow, the First Mate of the Black Pearl—they might let us leave, but only on the condition that we surrender our weapons and every last valuable thing we possess. Now, does anyone still have an issue with my approach? Does anyone dare stand up now?”

By this point, an indescribable, volatile flame was burning in Fang Senyan’s eyes. His roar echoed through the empty castle corridors, causing the initially aggressive pirates to exchange glances, finding themselves utterly speechless and unable to refute him. They quickly averted their gazes, unwilling to meet the fire in his eyes. Even more infuriatingly, Fang Senyan now deployed the psychological bayonet he had prepared:

“Fools, wake up! Do you think arriving here is like filling out a few forms at the Bank of Britain and patting a female clerk on the rear to collect your funds? Every piece of gold or tin taken from here is smeared with splashed blood and the screams of tormented spirits! If this were a paradise for easily grabbing immense wealth, why didn't Armand lead this charge himself? You, I, all of us know perfectly well that even if only one of us survived to bring back vast riches, the great Children of the Black Sea would be ecstatic. But if we return completely unscathed, without losing so much as a strand of hair, I suspect many of us would be brutally hanged from the mast... Who else thinks I am wrong? Step forward! Step forward!”

“Enough! Shut your damned mouth!” Scarface Henry’s roar cut Fang Senyan’s speech short. Nevertheless, Fang Senyan maintained a sullen expression. The veins in the giant man’s eyes were a mass of blood vessels, and the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably; he was clearly enraged to the extreme. Had he not been tormented by the accursed, throbbing headache, Scarface Henry surely could have delivered a stinging rebuttal to Fang Senyan’s sharp words. But now, all he could do was silence the damned yellow-skinned monkey from the East.

Yet, Fang Senyan’s last few sentences had taken root in everyone’s mind. A dangerous sentiment began to spread within the small group. Fang Senyan’s words might have been slightly exaggerated, but the undeniable truth was that seven or eight parts of what he said were true, lending his words an undeniable, frenzied persuasiveness. This had nothing to do with charm; it was simply because he was too adept at capturing the darkness within human hearts—and the darkness in the hearts of pirates was certainly abundant.

The situation fell into a dead silence, but the pirates’ initial anger and contempt towards Fang Senyan had diminished by at least five or six tenths. Of course, this rage hadn’t simply vanished; Fang Senyan had successfully transferred it onto Armand. The scene held a moment of awkward tension and silence, until Fang Senyan finally clapped his hands together, rousing the pirates:

“Gentlemen! It seems you have successfully located and looted the treasury of this ghost palace, but that is secondary. The critical thing is that we get these items back to safety alive. Now, lift your knees, and let us leave this damned place as fast as possible!”

Evidently, Fang Senyan had once again stolen the lines from Scarface Henry, who was busy wrestling with his severe headache. His command was smoothly accepted by the pirates through tacit obedience—while Scarface Henry frowned, catching a distinctly dangerous scent emanating from Fang Senyan. If the Fang Senyan on the ship had been like a sword sheathed, its sharpness contained, the present Fang Senyan was like an erupting volcano, spewing acrid smoke and scarlet lava wantonly toward the sky!

“I’ll settle with you when we get back to the ship,” Scarface Henry thought impassively, forcibly suppressing his killing intent. No matter what, this was not the opportune moment to deal with Fang Senyan. Personal safety and grievances had to be set aside; the immediate priority was delivering this expensive loot into Armand’s hands!

Just then, he spotted his trusted subordinate, Charlie—a man who, in his memory, had been missing—standing nearby, grinning foolishly at him. Scarface Henry felt a surge of warmth. He could sense the rift and disagreement forming between himself and these greedy, damned pirates beside him. At such a precarious moment, having a trustworthy man nearby was the best possible outcome.

This piece of good news lessened the throbbing pain in Scarface Henry’s head. He pulled Pirate Charlie over, slapped his backside, and laughed in his usual rough manner:

“You damned scoundrel, looks like even Hell doesn't want you!”

Pirate Charlie chuckled and habitually took the weapon Scarface Henry held, a task he always performed when standing near his leader. But Scarface Henry’s next question choked Charlie:

“Right, everyone said you were captured by those black rats and dragged into the secret passage. How the hell did you kick their asses and escape?”

Scarface Henry asked this partly to showcase his own courage and competence, and partly to use this success to boost the morale that Fang Senyan’s words had just battered down. Regrettably, he overlooked a crucial detail—though Pirate Charlie and Fang Senyan had appeared sequentially with a time gap, they had emerged from the same passage!

“I regret to say, sir,” Pirate Charlie muttered fearfully, “it was... it was...”

Scarface Henry was growing irritated and failed to notice his subordinate’s anomaly. He slapped Charlie on the head and roared:

“For the thousandth time, speak up when you address me!”

“Yes, sir!” Pirate Charlie instinctively snapped to attention and shouted: “After Stephen and I were captured by those damned heathens, poor Stephen’s intestines were pulled out seven or eight meters, and he died screaming. Just as I was about to suffer that same gruesome fate, the Boatswain—”

As soon as the word “Boatswain” left his lips, Pirate Charlie caught a seemingly casual glance from Fang Senyan walking ahead. That glance instantly reminded him of his new identity, forcing him to change his story abruptly:

“It was the Master who saved me from that nightmarish world of death.”

The word “Master” instantly snagged everyone’s ears—some with wonder, some with surprise, and some with... rage! Pirate Charlie then proceeded to recount the preceding events in his usual stumbling cadence, finally shrugging:

“I am fortunate to have survived such a terrifying ordeal, so I must honor my oath and surrender the freedom of my remaining life to serve my savior. Perhaps that is my fate; who knows.”

By now, the other pirates were eyeing Fang Senyan with a distinct look. Everyone secretly hoped that someone would risk everything to save them when facing imminent death. And Fang Senyan had done just that, rescuing a confidant of the often-unpredictable Scarface Henry. This instantly gave the pirates an impression of Fang Senyan as broad-minded and chivalrous. For Scarface Henry, however, the slight lift in his mood plummeted back to rock bottom.

The feeling of throwing a punch only to have the recoil hit him was so frustrating he nearly vomited.

The group continued forward, with Fang Senyan taking the lead. By now, he understood what had transpired: the pirates, split into six groups, had scattered like greedy rats throughout the castle’s various corners, suffering heavy losses from traps and magic. It was then that Scarface Henry emerged; the Viking, as strong as a polar bear, displayed terrifying power. He first led a group of loyal subordinates to rescue two remaining pirate teams, and during the ensuing fight, he deliberately allowed one Black Guard to escape, following his trail until they located the castle’s treasury.