CRACK!
An exquisite Crystal Cup was thrown to the ground with immense force, shattering into a thousand pieces.
MacLaren Fleming's face was grim. "That Ronin... He's ruined my plans again!"
These days, he had little interest in Cultivation; his favorite pastime was expanding the Fleming Clan's territory.
Even if the land didn't nominally belong to Scream Island, he still enjoyed supporting or managing a faction loyal to him, one that would bring him profit.
Rapids Island—a place with developmental potential but rarely noticed by His Majesty the King—was the place MacLaren had recently set his sights on.
To wash away any suspicion, he had arranged for the Blood Sail Pirate Gang to infiltrate Rapids Island. The results over the past two years had been quite good.
Just last month, the leader of the Blood Sail Pirate Gang had even reported to him that their third-in-command had essentially taken control of the White Flower Association, the largest faction on Rapids Island.
