There were a few who fared as badly as Betro. The pirates with more than ten million men stared dumbfounded at the empty port, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Hey, Bertron, want to come aboard my ship? I can make you the first mate."

Nearby, 'Mad Dog' Dougworth also ran over with his men. He was lucky; his ship was on the other side and hadn't been affected by the previous tsunami.

“You’re more like my first mate!” Bertron said viciously.

“My bounty is higher than yours, Bertron.”

Dougworth was a middle-aged man with a curly beard, who looked strong and powerful. Compared to Bertron's lean physique, he was clearly a martial arts practitioner.

"If you don't get on my ship, no one will accept you."

He pointed to a group of shiny bald heads that appeared nearby, "Unless you want to become a monk."

“I am willing to accept Mr. Bertro, but if you want to board my ship, you must abide by my rules. You must be ordained as a monk.”

The monk Yuantong, known as "Big-Eyed," wore a black monk's robe and carried thick prayer beads. His eyes were as big as a bull's eyes, hence the name "Big-Eyed."

Betro was speechless for a moment, then looked at the other pirates, who all avoided his gaze.

These people either had their ships swallowed by the tsunami and met the same fate as him, or they were unlikely to invite him and his men aboard, lest they be taken over by Bertron along with their ships.

Only these two companies have the capability to take him in.

Become a monk or a first mate...

"I understand. Please continue to guide me in the future!"

Bertello told Dougworth that he had made a wise choice to become the first mate.

Monks can become pirates, but I've never heard of pirates becoming monks; that's an unthinkable path.

Yuantong bowed and said, "It's a pity that I am not destined to meet Mr. Bertron."

"Let's get on the boat first, and then we'll talk about it after we leave here."

Dougworth glanced back at the ruins that blotted out the sky, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Whoever did it, they were not to be trifled with.

"etc..."

Bertro suddenly said, "Now is the perfect opportunity. Those things don't just land in the city for no reason. Neither that dwarf nor the navy will indiscriminately slaughter civilians. We can take advantage of this opportunity to attack this island. Robberizing here will greatly enhance our reputation!"

If they were to rob a neutral zone that no one has dared to rob for years, whether their competitors would be jealous or not is another matter, but they would definitely make a name for themselves on this high seas.

This is a good thing for them, the pirates.

Moreover, if Bertron gains great fame, he will have the opportunity to make a comeback.

Listening to Bertro's words, Dougworth and Monk Yuantong exchanged glances. He stroked his curly beard and asked, "Monk, what do you think?"

"I think it's acceptable."

Yuantong looked at the town, put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and showed compassion: "People need to experience suffering to cherish peace. The people here have been at peace for too long and will become increasingly complacent. Therefore, it is our duty to let people suffer from suffering at appropriate times. This is the Buddhist path that I follow."

Yuantong opened his eyes, and his large eyeballs began to be covered with blood vessels, making his face look ferocious.

Feel the pain, accept the pain, understand the pain. Those who do not know pain do not know what true peace is!

"Alright! Let's cooperate and take this place first!"

Dougworth clenched his fist proudly, then said to the remaining pirates, "You can join me too, I welcome you to my ship!"

The pirates who had lost their ships exchanged glances, nodded, and raised their fists: "Let's seize this place and become famous throughout the seas!"

"Long live Captain Dougworth!!!"

Dougworth smugly patted his hand, looked around, nodded, and then looked at a young man in the corner.

"Let's start by targeting him!"

The young man, who seemed to be a local resident, was trembling with fear as he saw the pirates' high spirits.

"Don't come any closer!"

When the young man saw the leader looking over, he took a few steps back and reached behind his waist. "This is Meng Island. Aren't you afraid of being remembered by the Duke if you rob this place?!"

"We don't even know if he's still alive, kid. The neutral zone is a thing of the past."

Bertron sneered, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at the young man. "Let's have some blood first, let's make it a bit lively."

Don't underestimate me!

The young man gritted his teeth and pulled a firecracker from his waist. "As long as I light this, reinforcements will come. If you don't escape now, you'll never escape!"

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to escape. It’s not too late to finish the robbery.” Bertron’s smile widened, and he was about to pull the trigger.

The young man closed his eyes, lit the firecracker, and threw it behind him, making a loud bang.

Boom!!!

A mass of rubble suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly on the pirate ship anchored on the sea. The rubble, which was larger than the ship itself, crushed the pirate ship to pieces.

The intense wind pressure left the young man speechless. He was just desperate, but that thing in the sky actually came crashing down!

Debris flew everywhere, and a curly-haired dog-headed figurehead sculpture landed in front of Dougworth, instantly silencing the surroundings.

A gust of wind blew by, and the dog-head sculpture rolled away, disappearing from Dougworth's sight.

Dougworth stood there frozen, silent for a long time. Upon closer inspection, his complexion appeared somewhat grayish-white.

The boat... is gone.

Bertro was silent for a moment, then lowered the pistol he was holding and suddenly asked Yuantong, "Master, is it too late for me to become a monk now?"

Yuantong glanced at the sky and slowly said:

“Everything can become Buddha, Mr. Berthelo. As long as you have the understanding, you can be anywhere. You don’t have to be confined to ships or land.”

"Where's the human language?"

"I can't do that thing up there either, so we can't go anywhere."

Boom boom boom!

The ruins piled up like falling meteors, crashing onto the sea and creating waves as big as a tsunami. None of the pirate ships anchored around could escape; they were all smashed to pieces and sunk into the sea with the waves.

The waves surged into the harbor, their force causing some of the pirates to lose their footing and fall haphazardly to the ground.

Dougworth was engulfed by the crashing waves, his hands grabbing at something haphazardly. As the tide receded, he found a ship's rudder in his hand, the patterns on it confirming that it was the wreckage of his own ship.

"My ship!"

Dougworth roared and hurled the rudder at the figure that had appeared in the air.

He was very strong; the rudder that was thrown away made a whooshing sound, leaving a trail of smoke as it hurtled towards the person in the air.

*Smack*

Kuro reached out and caught the flying object. When he realized it was a ship's rudder, his face darkened.

He suddenly lowered his body, shooting straight towards the harbor, landing on the ground in front of the pirates. Holding the ship's rudder in his hand, he said in a deep voice, "Who did this?"