He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The pirate captain laughed heartily upon hearing this and kept pouring drinks for Zhang Beixing. "Come on, have a drink. This is my treasured 1982 Lafite!"

"You're lucky, kid. Even my first mate, who's been by my side for years, has never tasted wine like this," the pirate captain said, drunk.

Zhang Beixing was so drunk he was about to vomit, and he couldn't even hear the secrets the pirate captain was talking about.

Feeling dizzy, and sensing the room was moving, Zhang Beixing asked the pirate leader in a daze, "Pirate leader, is it an earthquake? Why does the house feel like it's moving?"

"Fool, this is a ship, of course it will move around." The pirate captain threw the empty bottle on the ground and took out a new bottle of foreign liquor.

"Oh, right, I think I'm on a boat. Ugh, I'm a little seasick." Zhang Beixing stood up unsteadily, feeling like the whole world was spinning, and immediately vomited.

The pirate captain, a heavy drinker, hadn't vomited yet. Seeing the young man in front of him throw up, he couldn't help but sneer, "You really are a greenhorn, aren't you!"

Zhang Beixing was forced to drink another bottle of liquor by the pirate leader, but he refused, saying, "I can't... I really can't... I need to go to the toilet... to the toilet..."

Using the excuse of going to the restroom, Zhang Beixing stumbled back to his room. Lying on the bed, he felt a vague, instinctive sense of security.

This pirate captain has a high alcohol tolerance; he almost drank me to death. Too bad I'm a professionally trained man, I would never get drunk in an unsafe place. And he was spouting nonsense, saying all sorts of empty platitudes. If he were a special forces soldier, he'd be the first one kicked out of the unit.

Zhang Beixing rambled on for a bit, then went straight to sleep, completely unaware of how much he would regret it the next day, shedding tears of regret for missing this opportunity to gather information.

A night of heavy drinking. The bright sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed, where a person lay sprawled out.

Zhang Beixing scratched his butt, feeling like it was burning hot from the sun.

晒？
Zhang Beixing suddenly woke up, kicked his legs, looked around, and seeing that he was still on the pirate ship, he pounded his head: "Drinking leads to trouble, drinking leads to trouble."

He quickly tidied himself up. He hadn't changed his clothes, of course; he just washed his face and brushed his teeth. The cold water splashed on his head, making Zhang Beixing's scalp tingle, and instantly making him much more awake.

Alright, his intelligence has returned. However, he still feels like he overlooked something important last night, and Zhang Beixing is conflicted for a moment.

I couldn't remember for a long time, so I just gave up. I wonder what happened to that beautiful woman yesterday; Zhang Beixing hadn't paid any attention. He opened the door; the sun was already high in the sky, the sunlight a bit blinding.

Last night's party to celebrate our arrival at the port today has now turned into a scene where more than a dozen unconscious "corpses" are lying on the deck.

Zhang Beixing looked around but couldn't spot the pirate leader. He figured the pirate leader was also drunk and hadn't been seen for a while. Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly appeared out of nowhere: "Brother, let's drink some more, let's drink!"

He held up an empty glass and forced Zhang Beixing to drink. Zhang Beixing reluctantly took a few breaths into the empty bottle and said, like coaxing a child, "Drink it, drink it."

Jiang Xiaoyu was completely drunk and insisted that Zhang Beixing was lying to him: "You're lying to me."

Zhang Beixing found it strange that this drunkard could know he was lying to him. "How did I lie to you?"

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't answer, only saying, "I need to go to the toilet... I need to go to the toilet!" The drunkard's actions were completely illogical, and his thoughts were very disjointed.

"Fine, you go ahead." Zhang Beixing waved his hand helplessly. But Jiang Xiaoyu, drunk and disorderly, grabbed Zhang Beixing and said, "Come on, brother, let's go together."

Zhang Beixing was speechless: "I didn't, I'm not going."

As a result, Jiang Xiaoyu forcefully pushed Zhang Beixing, insisting that he had to go.

"What a drunkard." Zhang Beixing shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, alright? Jiang Xiaoyu, stop dragging me." Zhang Beixing had no choice but to follow Jiang Xiaoyu, being dragged along until they reached a pirate who was drunk and passed out on the deck.

"Going to the toilet!" Jiang Xiaoyu said boldly, raising his hand, pulling down his pants, and pouring water all over the pirate's head.

Holy shit, holy shit!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Beixing gasped inwardly, his jaw nearly dislocating. This Jiang Xiaoyu's drunken rampage was too much! He'd peed all over him! Heavens above, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, someone please save me!
If he gets drunk in the future, I'll have to stay away from this drunkard. Zhang Beixing looked at Jiang Xiaoyu's innocent face with extreme admiration.

Fortunately, the pirate who was struck by this unexpected disaster was not awakened!

Zhang Beixing quickly pulled Jiang Xiaoyu aside, tidied him up, and said, "Brother, you can take a nap here. You'll be fine when you wake up."

Jiang Xiaoyu's head lolled to the side and he fell asleep. Just then, the man keeping watch, pulling the sail, looked at the dock and exclaimed excitedly, "We're almost at shore! Wake up, brothers! We're finally almost at shore!"

A cheerful atmosphere filled the ship. Only one pirate touched his face, smacked his lips, and said, "Why does my mouth taste weird? Is the alcohol expired?"

That's really strange.

Zhang Beixing stood before the sail, gazing at the place where they were about to land. After drifting for so long, they had finally arrived at the true hiding place of the pirate leader.

Jiang Xiaoyu was also awakened by the lively atmosphere. She covered her head in a daze and said, "Oh my god, my head hurts so much. I should have known better than to drink so much."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu had regained consciousness, Zhang Beixing pulled him up, saying, "Look, brother, we've finally arrived."

Jiang Xiaoyu's mind went blank: "Have we arrived?"

Looking up, what stretched as far as the eye could see was no longer the endless sea, but a densely populated city. "Damn, we're finally here! I'm done!" When a ship is about to dock, it always tries to steer its bow against the current, using the slowing effect of the opposing current to gradually make its way to the pier before smoothly docking. The pirate captain stepped down from the platform and ordered his men, "Hurry up and move the cargo, and keep a close eye on them."

The "they" the pirate leader referred to were naturally Zhang Beixing and his group. When the ship docked, the crowds were immense, making it the most chaotic and convenient time for Zhang Beixing and his men to escape.

Although the pirate leader was drunk last night, his pirate instincts and vigilance enabled him to make a quick decision.

"Roger that, boss!" Several men slid down the ropes and lined up at the dock, standing guard there.

The deck was pulled down, and the pirate leader and his entourage disembarked with great fanfare, followed by a group of henchmen carrying cargo. Zhang Beixing and Jiang Xiaoyu, as hostages, were escorted off the ship by several burly men.

"Brother, this treatment is truly something else. I never imagined that a special forces soldier like myself would be held captive by pirates." Jiang Xiaoyu felt a sense of the unpredictability of life.

The people on the dock stared at Zhang Beixing and his group like they were watching monkeys in a circus.

The female pirate chuckled and gracefully stepped off the ship in front of Zhang Beixing.

As the azure sea gradually revealed its clear boundary with the mainland, Zhang Beixing knew they were nearing shore. A surge of inexplicable excitement welled up within him, unsure whether it stemmed from the impending mission or the dangers he was about to face.

Before the ship even got close to the shore, a large number of people were already standing on the bank. At first, there were only a few scattered people, but later the crowd became as dense as ants, all waiting for the large ship to dock.

It was still early morning, and the sun in the east had already risen some distance above the horizon. On the shimmering water, the rising sun seemed like a gift from the sea to humankind.

They disembarked first, their footsteps echoing loudly on the deck.

"It's really a bit disorienting to step onto solid ground," someone in the crowd remarked, immediately drawing a chorus of agreement.

"Yeah, yeah, it feels more solid on the ship than on the ground."

"Then you still haven't adapted."

"You talk as if you're perfectly used to it now."

"Hey, I feel really comfortable walking on the ground right now." The two argued back and forth, which made the pirate leader frown slightly and say in a deep voice, "If you're not used to it, then don't come down. Go back to the ship and eat your dry rations."

"Wrong, wrong, boss." Upon hearing this, he remembered the dry rations on the ship that would last for months or even a year or two. He hadn't thought much of it before, but now that they were on land, he couldn't stomach those bland, unappetizing meals.

Before everyone on the ship had disembarked, Zhang Beixing was among the first to disembark with the pirate leader. The pirate leader had set a rule that everyone had to disembark before leaving together, otherwise someone might try to sabotage the operation.

Zhang Beixing faced the large ship, his eyes unwavering, but he had already clearly seen the expressions on everyone's faces out of the corner of his eye. He turned slightly to the side, rubbed his temples, and pretended to be very impatient as he walked over and sat down on a large rock. The people in front of him suddenly seemed much taller.

This is an opportunity. Zhang Beixing quickly placed the monitor in the most inconspicuous place on his chest, then curled the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

"Why are you so lazy, kid? The boss hasn't even lain down yet, and you're already lying down." A brother who looked somewhat familiar to Zhang Beixing but whose name he couldn't quite place came over and kicked him in the calf. Zhang Beixing slowly opened his eyes and said, "Well, I had a little to drink and was feeling a bit sleepy."

"Alright, alright." The man glanced helplessly at where the pirate leader was standing, gestured with his eyes, and said, "We're leaving soon. If the boss sees you like this, he'll definitely beat you up."

"Thanks, brother." Upon hearing that he was about to get beaten up, Zhang Beixing suddenly stood up, his slightly comical appearance making the brother who had called him laugh.

They had started on a sunny road, but soon, whether by taking a shortcut or something else, a large coconut grove came into view. A winding path stretched out beneath their feet. Everyone lined up, following behind the pirate leader.

The lush forest was planted very densely, with weeds growing under the tall coconut trees, and every now and then you could see one or two small animals darting past. Perhaps because the land was relatively fertile, after such a large area was planted with coconut trees so densely, the trees were laden with fruit no less than usual.

After a period of trekking, emerging from the coconut grove, a sense of openness and tranquility washed over him. A beautiful and spacious villa stood tall in the area. Not far away, ordinary houses were scattered among the trees. "It seems there are quite a few residents in this place," Zhang Beixing thought to himself.

"Oh, you're back!" Before they even reached the villa, several young men ran over, carrying a large basket covered with a clean white cloth. The aroma of meat wafted from inside, but they couldn't see what it was.

Zhang Beixing thought that the local residents' enthusiasm was already evident when the boat docked, but he didn't expect that their enthusiasm would be even stronger now.

The pirate leader waved his hand, signaling his men to take the items from the young men. He then took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to each of the young men. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group continued walking towards the villa.

He had barely sat down when several more people came over with a pile of things. Zhang Beixing vaguely heard them say that these were local specialties, and because this year's harvest and aquaculture were good, they were bringing them for the pirate leader.

"Oh, don't mention it, don't mention it." The local woman, speaking in broken Mandarin, waved her hand, mimicking the pirate leader's gesture, as if to say that it was nothing. She continued, "You're back! We're all so happy. My husband rushed over to pick you up as soon as he heard a big ship was docking. Did you see him...?"

Zhang Beixing lowered his head and touched his nose—it seemed the people here really treated this pirate leader like a prince.

The lively atmosphere only heated up after everyone was called out of the hot spring.

In the center of the grand villa's hall stood a quartz table shaped like a full moon, with a rotating transparent turntable above it—a table typically used for gatherings in restaurants. However, at this moment, the white quartz table in the center of the hall was illuminated by a large, curved chandelier overhead, inlaid with several large diamonds and radiating a shimmering golden light, making the entire scene appear incredibly luxurious and extravagant.

A moment later, this quiet luxury was broken by the sound of several carts and footsteps. Several large carts, similar to those used in hotels, were slowly pushed in by a group of people, one after another. Then, the snow-white sheets covering the carts were lifted by one of the people who seemed to be the leader.

A dazzling array of delicacies was laid out on the cart. They carefully placed the dishes on the enormous, moon-shaped table and gently pushed the turntable. Once both carts were unloaded, the carts seemed to become much lighter. Their steps as they drove away were also much lighter, perhaps because the carts were lighter, or perhaps because the pressure was gone.

Many of the pirate leader's long-time subordinates were used to this sight, but some newcomers, like Zhang Beixing, couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, silently swallowing their saliva as they awaited the start of this sumptuous feast. (End of Chapter)