"Glub, glub."
"Hahaha."
Gulping down wine, Li Meng laughed heartily, "Mine, all of this here! Everything, belongs to me!"
"Boss, it really works like a charm. As long as we fly the Banner of the North Sea King, nobody dares to resist us."
"But boss," a pirate asked, "if the real Captain of the Undead finds out, won't we... ?"
"Do you really believe in that sort of thing?"
Li Meng felt like slapping the guy: "You believe in things from myths and legends too?"
"Since when did the King of the North Sea become something from myths and legends?"
"Mortal lifespans are brief; a few decades can turn into legends, nothing surprising there."
Gongsun Wu and Ying Muyao appeared on deck, but in contrast to Gongsun Wu, who stood by the side, Ying Muyao sat in a chair, elegantly observing the scene before her.
"Who, who are you?"
Li Meng didn't remember anyone being over there, the two women seemed to have appeared out of thin air, which was too strange.