"Do you know what I used to do?"
Little Ibia.
In the core area of the former alliance, inside a building that seemed to be completely transformed from a ship.
Amid the flickering candlelight.
Old Xi Wen sat high in his navigator's chair wrapped in sharkskin, casually exposing his muscular chest, holding a knife and fork, nonchalantly cutting into a fresh sea fish on the plate before him.
Just a minute ago, this sea fish was still lively and jumping.
This was also one of Old Xi Wen's few hobbies.
Eating a lively enough sea fish every day, personally cutting and sharing it.
Because...
"That's right, I used to kill fish on a boat."
He cut off a piece of raw fish meat that was still slightly twitching, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing vigorously.
In front of him stood the core members of the former alliance, all of whom were his adopted sons.
Among them was the one he cherished the most, Hard-headed Mo Lun.
