I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 234 - 171: Undercurrents Stirring in Zulomok

"No, no, no!"

In the eyes of the last pirate filled with utmost terror, Aitar swung the butcher knife down fiercely.

With a bang, blood splattered, and half of the head rolled off the chopping board.

Crunching sounds.

After completing this task, Aitar twisted his somewhat sore neck, the bloodshot threads in his eyes gradually fading, just like the wounds on his body.

The butcher knife in his hand also transformed into strands of blood at this moment, eventually merging into his palm.

He turned his head to look at the fat pirate.

"Weiwei Li, the one who directed these pirates to kidnap people... who is it?"

Aitar's gaze returned to peace.

But the anger in his heart did not dissipate with the death of these pirates.

Not enough, far from enough!

The source that caused Ah Li's death has not been found!

The people he wants to slaughter are not just these pirates! Far from it!

Upon hearing Aitar's words, Weiwei Li was silent for a moment.

"... Aitar, the Philei Clan is vast and powerful, they're not easy to deal with, even if you..."

"Philei Clan?"

Aitar nodded.

"I understand."

Then, he looked towards the close-by Zulomok Island.

"They should be here... right?"

The strands of blood in his hands began to surge uncontrollably again.

"Yes, exactly, send them to the chopping board, Aitar..."

A raspy, sinister voice echoed in Aitar's mind...

...

On the bow, a refined middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white coat silently gazed at the port ahead.

After plotting for many years, he had finally come to this day.

"Doctor, Bolikex's Alchemy Living Heart has lost contact."

A burly figure, heavily clad in thick garments, approached.

His face was wrapped in white bandages, only exposing two eyes, his body appearing somewhat strangely bloated.

"I know, it's okay."

"As long as it won't affect what I have to do next."

"By the way, we're about to enter the port, you need to hide, it's not the time yet."

The man referred to as "Doctor" responded with a gentle smile.

"Yes, Doctor."

The bloated figure replied.

His voice was also very strange, neutral yet slightly raspy.

After complying with the doctor, they jumped over the side of the ship, diving into the sea.

The doctor's ship quickly docked.

Even after the departure of the bloated figure, his ship was still filled with seemingly normal people.

However, their eyes looked somewhat vacant.

After docking, the doctor's ship quickly began to undergo inspection.

The inspectors were naturally from the Philei Clan.

Observing the doctor's ship, the lead inspector felt something was amiss.

"What's inside these boxes?"

He looked at the doctor with suspicion.

"Some medical equipment."

The doctor replied calmly.

"You wouldn't mind if we took a look inside, would you?"

He squinted his eyes.

"You'd better not do that," the doctor advised. "The equipment inside is very precious."

"Hah!"

"On Zulomok Island, no one can bring in anything prohibited by the Philei Clan."

With those words, the inspector coldly laughed and signaled to his subordinates.

The subordinates rushed forward, roughly opened the boxes, and began searching.

But after rummaging through, they found nothing amiss.

Because the boxes indeed contained only medical equipment, albeit difficult to comprehend.

"Damn, what's soaking in this?"

One of the inspectors suddenly stepped back, holding his nose.

"What's this?"

The inspector pointed to the object behind.

"Don't be afraid, it's a stomach," the doctor patiently explained. "This keeps them active, the liquid inside reduces their rejection. If you ever need it, I can give you a discount."

"These are all fresh."

He smiled gently, his words warm and friendly.

Upon hearing this, the inspector's heart inexplicably grew cold.

Damn, I knew it wasn't that simple, turns out this guy isn't selling finished products, he's a parts dealer!

Screw it!

The inspector swallowed, quietly cursing, then waved his hand impatiently.

"Who wants your discount, get your stuff moving!"

After muttering a few words about "bad luck," the inspector and his men left.

Watching their backs recede, the doctor still wore a gentle smile.

He adjusted his glasses.

Behind him, a group of bloated, bandaged figures began to unload the boxes from the ship.

...

The shipyard on Zulomok Island.

Rogel and Lina were currently surrounded by a group of people.

Undoubtedly, these were the simple and honest islanders of Zulomok Island, warmly greeting Rogel, the visiting tourist.

"Kid, you've got some guts, coming to Zulomok under the guise of the Adventurer's Guild?"

"Hand over all your valuables and take us to your ship!"

A fierce-looking man licked his lips, holding an oddly shaped gun and pointing it at Rogel.

Seeing the gun in his hand, Rogel frowned.

"That gun in your hand, where did it come from?"

His voice gradually grew cold.

He knew the gun in the man's hand well.

The special engravings on it could add certain damage to the bullets.

It came from... the Exorcists.

Upon hearing Rogel's words, the man was stunned for a moment, then anger surged in his heart.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to hand over your valuables?!"