Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Off the coast of South Los, Coconut Island.


Almost two thousand pirates staggered drunkenly about the island.


South Los was celebrating the 'Cold Winter Festival'.


The pirates on Coconut Island were also celebrating the 'Cold Winter Festival', and they were far more indulgent than most people in South Los—plenty of roast meat, ample booze, women heavily made up became the theme of pirates' 'Cold Winter Festival'. They laughed and drank heartily, and the occasional screams of women only made the pirates' laughter grow louder.


Although many pirates wanted to go further, these women were protected.


Bloody John had promised protection to these women from the moment they set foot on the island and had formally announced it—no pirate wanted to provoke this 'Bloody John'.


Even if they didn't all come from the same Pirate Group.


Among the four Pirate Groups gathered on Coconut Island, 'Bloody John' was the strongest.


Chapter 589 Coconut Island