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Han Zhao walked to the front of the crowd and said loudly.

With that, he strode down the stairs.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Other than some of the higher-ups in the gang, the people below actually did not know why they wanted to surround and kill the pirates.

However, when they heard Han Zhao’s short but powerful words, someone immediately shouted.

“Well said!”

“I’ll follow Young Sect Master to the front!”

“We should have let these damn pirates know who’s the boss in this area long ago!”

Although the Furious Flood Dragon Gang and the pirates were generally peaceful, some large pirate groups would rely on their strength to plunder some merchant ships that entered the sea and not take the Furious Flood Dragon Gang seriously.

The Furious Flood Dragon Gang’s main sphere of influence was still in the middle and lower reaches of the Long Forest River.

Some bold pirates even dared to hijack the Furious Flood Dragon Gang’s ship.

In any case, Jambu Islands were densely covered in stars, and the sea was endless. As long as they destroyed the mouth and hid in the sea, the Furious Flood Dragon Gang would not be able to find them.

Many people’s relatives and friends died like this.

Especially in the past year, there had been rumors that the leader and the old leader were seriously injured. These pirates were becoming more and more arrogant, and the prestige of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang in the middle and lower reaches of the Long Forest River had decreased drastically.

Now was the time to revive the reputation of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang.

More than 200 martial artists set off from the large platform outside the Furious Flood Dragon Hall and rushed to the docks of the Furious Flood Dragon Island.

Soon, everyone arrived at the dock.

Han Zhao looked at the Furious Flood Dragon Ship that was more than a hundred meters long and nearly 30 meters wide. He tapped the ground with his feet and activated Wind Riding Leg to jump onto the deck.

On both sides of the Furious Flood Dragon Ship, there was a large warship

more than 40 meters long. It was the Blood Flood Dragon Ship.

There were only twenty such warships in the entire Furious Flood Dragon

Gang.

“Young Sect Master, your movement technique is good!”

Cheers came from the gang members behind.

Shui Jingfeng and Mu Shuangling looked at each other in the crowd. Shui Jingfeng flew onto the Furious Flood Dragon Ship.

Although they had already planned to find a way out, everything had yet to be settled. They could not put all their chips aside, so they had to ensure Han Zhao’s safety to prevent any accidents.

Taking advantage of the thick morning fog, the warship went down the river and headed south, entering Jambu’s sea area.

After two days of sailing, everyone encountered the first batch of pirates. It was a small fast boat with a skull flag. It seemed to be a pirate patrol boat.

“Something’s wrong!’

On the deck, a sailor who was using a nautical mirror to observe shouted a warning.

“There’s a pirate patrol ship in the southeast direction! Quickly report it to

Young Sect Master!”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Han Zhao, who had heard the commotion, had already walked out of the cabin.

“How many people are on board?”

“Young Sect Master, there shouldn’t be more than ten,” the sailor hurriedly said. Because there was still fog on the sea, he could only make a rough judgment.

“Who’s going to grab a few tongues?” Han Zhao turned around and looked at the gang members on the deck.

Everyone looked at each other and did not say a word.

Seeing this, Han Zhao raised his eyebrows.

“Young Sect Master, I’m willing to go!” A dark and strong man in his thirties walked forward and cupped his fists.

“Very good. I remember that you are…” Han Zhao nodded with a thoughtful expression.

“I’m the Vice Hall Master of the Soaring Eagle Hall, Chu Anping,” the dark-skinned man said respectfully.

“Very good. From today onwards, you are the hall master of the Soaring Eagle Hall.” Han Zhao smiled.

“Why?!” In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a sinister expression revealed anger. This person was the Soaring Eagle Hall’s Hall Master, Zhang Rushen.

“This is an order,” Han Zhao said calmly.

“Young Sect Master, you’re so impressive! Even the deputy sect master can’t remove my position as the hall master with a single sentence!” Zhang Rushen’s face was dark.

“That’s why he’s only the deputy leader.” Han Zhao’s tone was calm as the avatar behind him took a step forward.

“…Yes, Young Sect Master.” Seeing this, Zhang Rushen hurriedly lowered his head. He didn’t dare to challenge Lang Fanyun, who could fight a Grandmaster head-on.

“I’ve decided. From today onwards, you have to follow me around to annihilate the pirates. If you dare to be afraid of battle, you’ll be served by the rules.” Han

Zhao pointed at Zhang Rushen behind him. This person was one of Qian Luoshan’s trusted aides. He could use him as a saber to establish his might.

“You… obey!” Zhang Rushen widened his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“Thank you for your nurturing, Young Sect Master!” Chu Anping was excited. He was a martial artist who had joined the Furious Flood Dragon Gang halfway. Because of his straightforward personality, he had a bad relationship with the Hall Master and Deputy Sect Master, so he had never been able to make a name for himself.

Of course, he knew the current situation of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang and how dangerous it was for them to choose to join Han Zhao.

But riches came from danger.

If he delayed for a few more years, he would have no hope of breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm.

Therefore, he chose to take a big gamble.

‘Get up.” Han Zhao supported himself with both hands.

“Yes.” Chu Anping stood up and shouted at the crowd, “Wang Xuan, Li Zhao…

The six of you, follow me!”

“Yes!” Six people walked out from the crowd.

Chu Anping led the six of them onto the fast boat and sped toward the pirate’s patrol boat.

In less than five minutes, Chu Anping captured three pirates and returned to the Furious Flood Dragon Ship.

“Ah-!”

Han Zhao brought the three of them back to the cabin. Soon, scalp-numbing screams sounded and stopped.

He clapped his hands and walked out with a calm expression. He pointed to the right. “120 miles west is the Flying Fish Island where the Skeleton Pirates are.”

“Turn, 120 miles west!”

The sailor loudly ordered.

The Furious Flood Dragon Ship and the two Blood Flood Dragon Ships began to drive to the right.

Under the full operation of the three warships, Flying Fish Island gradually

entered everyone’s eyes..