When the new day's sunshine covers all of Bilgewater.

Hangover people woke up from the alcohol-filled air.

Although they were still a little hungover, most people shook their heads and got back into their lives.

This is an ordinary day, just like countless other days.

If there is any difference, it is probably that this is the second day of Planck's wedding.

But for most people, this isn't a big deal.

Business must go on, and life must go on.

No one, or not too many people, cared about the smell of blood mixed with alcohol in the air, as well as the obvious suspicious wash marks on some streets that had not completely faded away.

Even if they discovered it, when they saw Graves, who was known as Bilgewater's fastest gun, standing nearby, they would have the good sense to move aside.

"It's been such a tiring night." Graves wiped his cigar on his gun and took a tired puff.

In the dark alley behind him was the last exposed foot of the last corpse that was dragged away.

Finally, it's over.

And the results seem to be pretty good.

At least, they are still alive.

"Well, where's Draven?" Li Qing, the blind monk standing next to him, stretched himself. The blood stains on his fist bandage had turned into deep black due to the morning breeze.

This night, he once again proved the truth he believed in.

If violence is not about killing, then it is meaningless.

"He..." Graves chuckled, narrowed his eyes and took a deep drag on the cigarette without speaking.

In the alley behind him, there was a roar like the roar of a wild beast, and the sound of extremely sharp blades cutting meat, occasionally mixed with the sound of broken bones.

It was a beast venting its anger, and a man who had lost his brother was crying.

"Speaking of which, why are you following him?" Graves leaned against the wall of the dark alley, pressed his whole body against it, closed his eyes, and let the cigar smoke on his lips slowly rise, "

I don’t remember, what do you owe him?”

"I also heard that you don't owe him anything anymore?" Li Qing also leaned against the wall, opposite Graves, "Why do you do that?"

"I'm different, I..." Graves smiled and said, "I'm his friend."

"Friends? But I heard..." Li Qing crossed his arms and looked at the bright sunshine in the sky with his blindfolded eyes. "You still have an enemy."

"Yes, an enemy." Graves nodded, "But, recently I figured out something."

"What's the point?"

"When your enemy dies, you will be happy. But when your friend dies, you will be sad." Graves reached out to take off the cigar, dusted off the ashes and said, "So, friends are more important."

"What about your enemy?"

"Let it go, you won't die. You can always meet it."

"Let it happen..." Li Qing read these two words and suddenly laughed and said, "Well, that's a good idea."

The morning wind blew across Bilgewater again.

It's a good morning.

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It was already afternoon when Chen Senran returned to Blue Flame Island.

When he set foot on the shore, that moment should have been recorded in history.

And describe it in the most gorgeous language:

In April of the calendar year 216 of the New World of Valoran, when Chen Senran returned to Bilgewater on the waves, the entire Endless Sea was already in his hands.

But, no.

Nothing.

There were no cheers from the people and no natural vision.

Chen Senran landed on the island just like that. From this moment on, this island belonged to him.

"Congratulations, Sir Jack. From this moment on, you are the king of this sea. Oh, or should I respectfully call you, His Majesty Jack Sparrow?" The only congratulator was Chen Senran alone.

Miss Fortune came ashore with her hand in hand.

As for the astonishing fleet of Netherworld Unicorns, Chen Senran did not bring them back.

Firstly, it was to avoid suspicion. After all, it was once the strongest official fleet in Noxus. Bringing it back openly would arouse criticism. But Chen Senran could even do such things as devouring the Lord and usurping the throne, so naturally he was not afraid of others.

I criticize this, but it is a trouble after all. After all, he holds the title of hero. The usurpation of the throne by Lord Devourer is an internal contradiction, but this is an external contradiction.

Secondly, he naturally wanted to be on guard. After all, this is the sea. On the sea, the Netherworld Unicorn is still somewhat powerful, and people are always ambitious.

"Miss Fortune, please come back. Also..." Chen Senran didn't pay attention to Miss Fortune's two sarcastic remarks. After all, he had gotten the most important thing, and he wouldn't lose anything if others said a few words.

"What else?" Miss Fortune didn't really want to do anything. She couldn't beat Chen Senran, and such a result might not be what she wanted.

After all, the former Gangplank was a terrible careerist, but now Gangplank is a real pirate who has shattered all ambitions and shackles.

She likes Gangplank the Pirate more than Gangplank the Career.

Because the former is the real Planck, and the latter is just a demon corrupted by lust for power.

Therefore, she may not really hate Chen Senran.

"Tomorrow, when everyone knows the news of the unfortunate death of our beloved Mr. Planck, as a widow, you have to come to the central square to cry." Chen Senran said with a smile, "Isn't it difficult?"

"No." Miss Fortune shook her head. She had really fallen in love with Gangplank. Although Gangplank didn't really die, she killed him once, so it was appropriate to cry.

After bidding farewell to Miss Fortune, Chen Senran was not in a hurry to go to the Military Commission Center Building.

He slowly came to Bad Street, a small shop owned by Gangplank's best friend Rick.

When Rick saw Chen Senran, who was intact, appearing in front of him, the pipe he was holding fell to the ground with a clatter.

Then, he fell to the ground as if he had lost his soul.

As he fell down, he was still muttering to himself: "Don't be so greedy..."

"Oh, Rick, old Rick, what's wrong? Seeing me is like seeing a ghost?" Chen Senran grabbed him and pulled him up again.

"He lost, he lost, you kill me." Rick didn't answer, he just said to himself.

"Okay, I didn't kill him, he's still alive." Chen Senran ignored him, walked straight to an empty seat, and shouted, "Here's the best salmon and bacon roll in Bilgewater."

The sunshine is long.

After so many years.

He finally stood at the highest position in the sea. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!