In the waters near Caslando,
Six unidentified pirate ships slowly approached the port.
The lead ship at the front flew a standard pirate flag, with two boxing gloves crossed over bones on either side.
The pirate ship looked rather casual, as if it had been casually plundered...
Well, it really had been plundered.
A tall pirate stood at the bow, his shoulder blades jutting high like two mountain peaks—he was a Longarm tribe member.
His face was rough and rugged, both fists wore boxing gloves, and his entire body was a mass of muscle.
Yet his voice contrasted sharply with his exterior, sounding exceptionally shrill:
"Heh-hee-hee-hee-hee, Ghost Man Leo, heh-hee-hee-hee, specializing in hunting down Level 6 criminals, heh-hee-hee-hee, this is too interesting!"
He stared with overflowing fighting spirit at the brightly lit island, the corners of his mouth splitting almost to his earlobes.
Positioned second was a ship whose pirate flag was a terrifying expanse of bare skeletons.
Seated upon a throne constructed entirely of bones was a man so thin and withered he seemed nothing more than a skeleton, the very embodiment of skin and bones.
His voice, however, was extremely rough, and he laughed aloud to himself in a raspy, gravelly voice:
"Gah-bah-bah-bah, they want to hunt me down! Well, aren't I delivering myself right to their doorstep! Can he even handle this?!"
A group of pirates knelt before him, trembling with fear.
Positioned in the center was a pirate ship bearing an invert…
Chapter 182