Chapter 971: The Moqi Manifesto

A few ships docked. Old Yu stood up and said, "I’m off first, I’ll come back tomorrow night. Mr. Moqi, opportunities like this are rare; you must think it over carefully." Watching his retreating back as he left quickly, Moqi Feng shook his head: "That man cannot be trusted."

Moqi Song said nothing, using a small knife to pry open the cloth bundle on the ground.

Several large silver ingots were revealed, reflecting the thin moonlight from the sky.

The large silver ingots were heavy and particularly persuasive.

Beneath the silver were two stacks of banknotes; their face value was more than what their six hundred men could earn working for a month or two.

Working for others? How could one get rich working for others? "Uncle?" Moqi Feng was shocked, "You aren't actually swayed by him, are you?"

Moqi Song put away the silver and tilted his head back to take a swig of wine.

Moqi Feng hurriedly said, "The Lu family signed an agreement with Island Master He, and now they want to go back on it; with that kind of credibility, what good could come from signing a contract with him!"

"We kill him and seize the island; the island will be ours. What does it have to do with the one surnamed Lu?" Moqi Song said in a gruff voice, "Sign a contract? Sign a damn contract with him! As for him wanting to take it back, not a chance!"

"A-Feng, our clansmen must have a place to settle with rich soil and abundant water. This place is so suitable, and it’s not far from the Ya Kingdom! We will recruit troops and buy horses here, then call back the other Bailong people. Sooner or later, sooner or later we can fight our way back!" Speaking to the end, Moqi Song gritted his teeth until they creaked.

The geographical location of the Yangshan Archipelago was simply too good for them.

"That rich kid has only been here for a little over a month; nothing has taken shape yet. Now is the best time to strike." Moqi Song punched a log, "If we wait any longer, he will have more people around him and greater strength, making it even harder for us to take him down!"

"I heard the Island Master has quite a few skills. What if..."

"What if what?" Moqi Song glared, "As long as we catch him off guard, can our six hundred elite men not take him down? We don't need to talk much to him, nor give him a chance to turn the tables. Just kill him with one blade, and this island will immediately become an ownerless island, and the people on it will become ownerless subjects, perfectly suited for my use!"

"To accomplish great things, one cannot be indecisive. If you keep waiting like this, good opportunities will all go to waste!" He instructed his nephew, "For these few days, act as if nothing is wrong and do what you should. If the brothers are assigned to other islands, you must find a way to stay in contact; don't let this man surnamed He separate us."

"..."

"Think about why we came!" Moqi Song turned to grab his nephew by the nape of his neck, locking eyes with him, "The Bailong people have reached a dead end. Only by taking the Yangshan Archipelago and securing this base do we have hope of a comeback, and a future!"

"Look at us, look at us!" Moqi Song slapped his chest with a thudding sound, "We are just six hundred wretched lives. Rather than lingering on in agony on the island, working like beasts of burden for others, we might as well fight for it! If we win, we turn the tables!"

A fierce light flared in his eyes, suppressing his roar deep in his throat: "Can a person be unlucky for a lifetime? We Bailong people have suffered so miserably and faced such injustice; isn't it time for our luck to turn? A-Feng, you tell me, tell me, shouldn't we have a stroke of good fortune?"

Moqi Feng gritted his teeth.

"Although we don't understand He Lingchuan's situation, he doesn't understand ours either; we haven't established a firm footing, and neither has He Lingchuan; we are iron-blooded warriors, and He Lingchuan seems to have some skills too; A-Feng, we aren't bullying anyone. Whether we win or lose, we’ll give it a try—it’s all or nothing." Moqi Song's eyes were wider than copper bells, "Look, isn't that fair?"

Moqi Feng finally nodded.

His uncle's methods were indeed arbitrary, but to accomplish great things, one must be brave and fearless, taking a gamble; only then can one seize the opportunity to rise to the top.

The Bailong people had already been driven out of their own territory; under the vast heavens, where else was there an ownerless land for them to reside? Must they always live under someone else's roof? Was this the reward for the clansmen who followed him without leaving? In this world, heh, if you don't fight or snatch, how could the god of fate actively favor you? "Time is He Lingchuan's friend, but it is our enemy." Moqi Song stared into his eyes, "If you want to act, you must be fast!"

The other laborers had long since hidden far away and could not hear their conversation.

Moqi Feng slowly said the word "good."

The two drank on the beach, from the moment the sun set until the moon sank in the west.

Only then did Moqi Song let out a few drunken hiccups, stood up unsteadily, and turned to walk toward the shore.

The Bailong people all watched Moqi Feng, and seeing him nod, they hurriedly went up to support Moqi Song and send him back to rest.

Someone else asked: "Young Master Feng, when are we going to make our move?"

Moqi Feng said in a low voice: "You first find the pirates and ask clearly, how exactly did Island Master He subdue them? It can't be that he single-handedly suppressed several hundred people, right?"

Since they wanted to do it, they should gather intelligence first.

"I heard the Island Master has monsters by his side, as well as several capable subordinates."

"A few against several hundred?" Moqi Feng glanced at them, "Do you really believe that?"

"Uh..."

"If he has another army in his hands, it would be very dangerous for us to act rashly." A faint light flickered in Moqi Feng's eyes, "Also, we need to ask clearly what is going on with the Yin Serpent."

When his old uncle Moqi Song heard that the island here was recruiting, he brought everyone up. On the surface, the new Island Master was young and rich, truly looking like a fresh, fat sheep; he had just bought the island, and his defensive forces were severely lacking. The so-called defense team was all a rabble, with few who could actually fight.

But after Moqi Feng arrived, he discovered that his old uncle might be too optimistic; there were some strange things here. For example, the camp legends claimed the Island Master hid an army of man-eating monsters deep in the island, but when asked carefully, no one had seen them with their own eyes.

Rumors about the Island Master controlling the Yin Serpent were also endless, with several different versions.

The most peculiar thing was that the Island Master's background was a mystery; no one could say clearly where he came from, only that it was from the distant west.

Moqi Song's reasoning made sense: kill the Island Master, and all the above problems would no longer be problems.

But the key was, was the Island Master really that easy to chop down? After all, their hundreds of men were new here and completely unfamiliar with the area. Even thieves have to scout the location. How great was the risk of being used as a tool for the Bailie Lu family without knowing the roots or the bottom of things?

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And before the Yin Serpent's first strike, which sank the Baoji, He Lingchuan had received a letter sent from the east.

The envelope was stamped with a green seal, the handwriting elegant: "Yangshan Archipelago, to be opened personally by He Xiao/He Lingchuan."

He Lingchuan tapped his fingertips on the envelope, as if in thought, and then said to Wang Fubao behind him:

"Call Min Tianxi over."

Min Tianxi was called down from the card table.

His luck was just running well, and he was about to bet all the rewards from the last treasure hunt at Sinking Bay, when He Lingchuan's order came.

(End of chapter)