Night, the second island circle of the Fallen Star Ocean.

Thousands of miles away from Aoba Island.

In the five-pointed star-shaped colorful shell field, in the tall stilt house, Hu Dali, shirtless, grabbed a huge bowl with both hands and shook it vigorously. Three dice were spinning rapidly in the bowl, making crisp sounds.

"Bet, bet! There is no payout unless you bet! The more you bet, the more you win! The less you bet, the less you win!"

Hu Dali's mouth was spurting white saliva, and he shouted excitedly: "Heroes, the more you lose, the more you laugh. Bastard, run away when you win! Hehe, we brothers are all heroes!"

"Big! Big!"

"Small! Small!"

"Fifteen o'clock!"

"Seventeen o'clock!"

The old sea wolves with ferocious faces bared their teeth and roared, slamming the spiritual crystals heavily on the huge square table. They either bet big, or bet small, or directly bet on the single point with the highest odds. They were so excited that their faces were flushed, and every pore on their faces was glowing.

Several members of the Qingye Island Du family sat at the square table with their teeth bared, watching the dice spinning in the bowl with cold sweat on their faces. They wanted to see the dice's turn clearly before placing a bet, but several old sea wolves behind them had already put their sharp knives on their backs.

"Hey, you want to leave after losing money? How can a man be so cowardly? Try a few more times, maybe you can win."

Under the 'earnest persuasion' of the old sea wolves, several members of the Du family wrote down the IOUs with distorted faces and placed them on the square table tremblingly.

"Hey, eighteen points, leopard, all kills! Kids, pay up, pay up!" Hu Dali slammed the bowl heavily on the square table. The three dice stopped turning, the bright red six points were facing up, and the eighteen points were glaring.

The old sea wolves were so angry that they started to curse loudly. Some of the bad-tempered ones slapped the Du clan members nearby. Several Du clan members were beaten black and blue, and they cried and wailed, trembling as they wrote new IOUs.

Suddenly, a soft whistle was heard outside the stilt house.

The old sea wolves in the house all fell silent at the same time. They were like fish in deep water at night. They slid silently into the dark corners of the house and disappeared without a trace after a few breaths.

Several Du clan members were knocked unconscious, tied up with rune ropes and thrown into the corner of the house like dumplings. Hu Dali picked up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword beside him, walked out of the stilt house with easy steps, stood on the veranda outside the house and looked at the moonlit sea.

More than a dozen dark shadows of ships were rapidly approaching the islands and reefs. From afar, a dozen blood-red sails looked like dried pig blood under the moonlight, emitting a terrifying atmosphere that made people feel suffocated.

"Hey, which brother is here? In the middle of the night, are you planning to rob our thieves?" Hu Dali shouted in a low voice. He didn't know which sea monster he had harmed in the past few days and how much blood and essence it had devoured. His cultivation level had improved a lot.

The low roar of the tiger made the sea surface within a radius of several miles jump gently. Countless thumb-sized water droplets jumped up from the sea surface to a height of seven or eight feet, and fell back into the sea surface with a "ding ding dong dong" sound.

"Brother Husha Dali, are you very famous recently?" A dozen pirate ships slowed down their approach. An octopus monster, nearly six feet tall, with a giant octopus head and dozens of thin tentacles above its jaw that were grabbing everywhere, stood on the bow and muttered strangely.

"General Zhang?" Hu Dali tilted his head and looked at the strange-looking octopus monster, muttering in a low voice: "You and I should not interfere with each other..."

General Zhang shouted sternly, "Where is the well water or river water in the Fallen Star Ocean? We all make our livings in the sea, so we have to mix and mingle with each other! How dare you disobey the order of the One-Horned Dragon King? Tiger Evil, how long are you going to hide here?"

Hu Dali suddenly straightened his chest and shouted in a shrill voice: "Yeah, yeah, yeah? Who said that Dali brother is hiding here? Do you know what it means to make plans before taking action? What is a strategy? What is a plot?"

General Zhang sneered, "Nonsense! Anyway, the Dragon King already knows that you are afraid of fighting. I came here to tell you that you and your group are now under my command. Today is the day. Come with me!"

Hu Dali's face darkened.

How come the old fellow Shafei, the One-horned Dragon King, found out so quickly that he and his brothers were hiding on this island and reef?

Is there a spy among your brothers?

It's possible!

But Hu Dali thought he was careful enough, and his brothers were watching each other, and if someone tipped off, he would know it. So, even if it was the One-horned Dragon King Shafei, who had his own unique magical powers, he could actually control the whereabouts of all the pirate groups in his territory in the Fallen Star Ocean?

This is a bit unbelievable!

Is he really that powerful?

He grabbed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and slowly scraped the blade across his face, shaving off the rough beard. Hu Dali thought nervously.

Falling out with General Zhang?

Although he had never dealt with him, he had heard of the reputation of General Zhang, the old octopus monster. He was a famous master of the Sky-peeking Realm among the pirates. Although Hu Dali had died several times, he was not sure he could defeat him.

Not to mention, General Zhang brought over a dozen pirate ships; the number of pirates under his command was at least ten times greater than that of the pirates under his command!

After spending these days together, Hu Dali and his pirates have developed a relationship. As the son of Hu Dad, one of the top three bandits in Zhen Sanzhou, Hu Dali could never do such a thing as killing his own men on impulse.

With his neck raised, Hu Dali cursed, "Alright, let's go together! But which bastard is gossiping in front of the Dragon King? Get out here, brother Dali! Am I, Hu Dali, the kind of person who runs away from the battlefield?"

General Zhang laughed "hehe", obviously having no intention of explaining to Hu Dali.

Hu Dali cursed angrily and released his pirate ship. He took his pirate men to escort the Du family members, Du family guards and a group of shell field workers on the islands and reefs on board. Then the pirate ship slowly merged into General Zhang's fleet.

Hu Dali himself jumped onto General Zhang's pirate ship and gathered in the wheelhouse with a dozen other bandit leaders.

General Zhang stood at the bow and spurted out a stream of sticky black ink. The black ink spread rapidly in the sea water, staining the corals on the islands and reefs black, quickly killing all the corals and causing them to rot.

All the colorful clams died in a very short time, the shells turned into black sand and gravel, and the clam meat turned into rotten pus and blood.

A good shell farm was turned into a deadly place in the blink of an eye, and there was also a deadly poison entangled in it. In the next hundred years, this shell farm will never be reopened.

Hu Dali felt a chill in his heart when he saw this.

How great is the hatred? The one who instigated the One-horned Dragon King Shafei to torment the Du family of Qingye Island is ready to kill them all!

Even a small shell field that was of little use for cultivation was not spared, not to mention the other industries of the Du family.