Legends of Runeterra

Rat Town, Slaughterhouse Dock.

As famous as its stench that is enough to make the locals sick is the huge profits it makes from cutting up sea beasts.

Likewise, this territory belongs to Gangplank, the bandit king of Bilgewater.

In the clean and tidy secret room without a trace of bad smell, Planck leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, his eyes like a bloodthirsty shark, looking at the man opposite him coldly and greedily.

The flashy yet extremely expensive clothes, although showing some signs of age, still retain their elegance.

Especially those hands, which were white and slender, and better maintained than those of the noble ladies he had plundered.

Picking up the exquisite magic amulet that was placed on the table and taken from the other person, a gleam of light flashed in Planck's eyes.

"A thief who steals treasures is really interesting, don't you think, Master Li En from Piltover?"

"..."

'Master Li En' on the opposite side did not speak, but the slight twitch of his eyes was caught by Planck who had been staring at him.

"Why? How does it feel to be abandoned by the thug you personally supported?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Master Li En raised his head.

"She just doesn't want to escalate the situation. You are the two biggest sharks, but there are other bloodthirsty fish in Bilgewater, right?"

"Haha~! Interesting, it seems you still have confidence in her?"

"why not?"

They looked into each other's eyes and there was another period of silence.

Suddenly, Gangplank and Master Li En smiled at the same time.

“Hehehahaha~!!”

"Interesting, really interesting!

That's the guy you spent a lot of money to train, are you giving up so easily?"

"Haha~! The fact that I'm here proves that you, Captain Gangplank, are more skilled than me."

'Master Li En' smiled slightly, adjusted his posture slightly and looked at Gangplank.

"To show my sincerity, I am willing to transfer Sarah's business to you unconditionally after this matter is over."

"not enough!"

"Ok?"

"Deal with Sarah, those should be mine!"

Planck leaned forward slightly, with the light from above shining vertically down on him. At this moment, his eyes on his already gloomy face fell into shadows, and his dark eyes looked like those of a ghost.

"Don't negotiate with me about my things!"

He recited every word without a trace of emotion, and coupled with his strong body, the greed of the Pirate King was clearly revealed.

"...So...Captain Gangplank, what you mean is..."

"Life is precious, and you only have one. Now, your life is in my hands.

Li En, I'll give you some time to think about it. After I deal with that ridiculous 'Sea Queen', I hope you can give me a 'satisfactory' answer! "

“Hula~!”

The red cloak fluttered, and Gangplank stood up and walked towards the door.

"Take good care of this Master Li En!"

"Yes, Captain!"

All the pirates responded in unison, and then stared at this 'Master Li En' from 360 degrees.

'Master Li En', who was sitting on the sofa, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

'Finally I managed to fool you!'

?Three days have passed since I was arrested.

During this period, Gangplank did not show up. His men immediately took off all suspicious items on Trist. Even when he went to the toilet, there were two people standing by his side.

It was only just now that Planck appeared in front of him and asked his men to inform the other party of the news from the outside world.

In response, Trist cursed Lien and Sarah for being immoral, but he had no intention of revealing his true identity to Planck.

He was not stupid. If this pirate king, who had opened a hole in his father's forehead with his own hands and was notorious for his cruelty, found out that Trist was just a puppet, he would definitely be the first one to suffer.

Fortunately, with the deception skills he had honed for decades since childhood, as well as his experience in traveling in Runeterra, Tristram perfectly handled all the temptations, big and small, during these three days and successfully disguised himself as a wealthy man from Piltover.

For a mage as powerful as Li En, Gangplank's failure was inevitable.

Now all he could do was wait, wait for the time of chaos to come.

Pretending to casually glance at the cards on the other side of the iron railing, Trist slowly closed his eyes and rested.

...

At the Slaughter Dock, Graves tried to shrink his strong body into the corner.

Breathing in the bloody stench of the rotting sea snake corpse not far away, he felt so happy and excited.

Not long ago, he saw with his own eyes a large group of pirates gathering together and heading towards the Butcher's Bridge.

Although there was a disguise, Graves's eyes, honed by years of looting career, allowed him to recognize the other party's identity at a glance - Gangplank, the Pirate King.

The reason why the Pirate King would leave the Abyss and appear here at this moment is self-evident.

The moon sank into thick clouds, casting shadows across the pier.

Huge crates are stacked haphazardly around the port, providing excellent cover for stealth.

A bloated corpse was hung on the mast with a giant fishhook, swaying slightly in the midnight breeze blowing from the sea, a blatant warning to anyone with ulterior motives.

In the distance, there were groups of gang members patrolling back and forth. On the roof of the main warehouse, there were a few figures holding crossbows, who seemed to be night sentries.

But those idiots were chatting loudly, and the noise was as loud as if they were swearing in the street.

Planck's brutal methods and the number of people stationed here made them feel that no one in their right mind would dare to come here to cause trouble.

But obviously, Graves does not fall into this category.

"Kaka~!"

Loading his gun for his 'new destiny', Graves stalked along the shadows, his strong figure agile yet light.

Although Graves prefers to speak through the muzzle of a gun most of the time, as a guy who has been a pirate on ships since he was a child, his ability to sneak into doors and pick locks has long been fully developed.

Stealthily following the shadows cast by the crates, Graves soon approached the warehouse.

Take the lock picking tool from your waist pocket.

“Click~ Click~! Snap~!”

'Tmd! The gifts are really not good stuff!'

Looking at the lock pick broken in the keyhole, Graves didn't think that his skills had regressed at all, but felt that he had been cheated by that damn black marketeer.

The thick and calloused hand grasped the door handle, and the blue veins on the back of the hand slowly bulged.

"Click~!"

The sound of the door lock being twisted open by brute force was perfectly masked by the conversations of the night guards on top of the warehouse.

Graves pushed the door open silently and walked in, hunched over.

As soon as I looked up, I met a pair of puzzled eyes.

"Huh? Who the hell are you?"

"Hey~! I'm your dad!"

"Bang~!"