CCLII. Calamities of Kings

The setting sun was blood-red, dyeing the clouds a crimson hue, while the ocean surface shimmered with a faint red glow.

On the deck of the new ship, the Daffodil.

Liszt leaned against the railing, a small table before him with a firearm resting on it.

He spun the firearm, which rotated a dozen or more times before stopping, its barrel pointing back at him.

Haywood seemed tense, but he was still worry-ridden and under immense pressure; Taylor's intimidation had indeed subdued him.

The authority of the East Sea King was not to be violated.

He spun the firearm again, and still, it pointed back at him.

Fen noticed his worry, as all the imminent dangers were about to erupt together, making them hard to withstand. The plan had already been made; success depended on human effort while the outcome was left to fate, and now all that was needed was a bit of luck.

"Ding!

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