d-air. His large white cape billows behind him in the sea breeze.In the midst of a snowy sky,He was pointing a finger, radiating murderous intent yet smiling as he gave them a shushing gesture."Shh......North Sea, Batti Island.

The battleship slowly sailed into the harbor.

The anchor was dropped, and led by Darren, the members of the North Sea 321 Branch Navy slowly walked down from the connecting board.

As soon as Darren set foot on the land of Batya Island, his face was filled with surprise.

"It seems different from the Batti Island I remember..."

Batjia Island is a transportation hub for several well-known shipping routes in the North Sea. Although its trade volume is far less than some commercially prosperous islands on the Grand Route, it is still among the top in the North Sea.

Many merchant ships and trade caravans would pass through Bat Island to restock, thereby supporting the economic development of the island.

Where wealth flows, dirty dealings are sure to follow. That's just the way of the world.

Because Batti Island was prosperous and bustling, with convenient transportation, it naturally became a place for profiteering and hiding filth.

Mafia, underground forces, illegal trade, and even pirate raids have become commonplace here.

To balance the power dynamics on Bataria Island, Darren had also invested a considerable amount of effort and energy in the past.

Despite this, Darren's impression of Bataria Island was still a bustling and chaotic place.

But what he saw before him was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Once a crowded, oil-stained island port, it has been transformed with colorful flowers in full bloom.

The street scenery was exceptionally clean, with no trace of garbage in sight. The stalls that used to be scattered everywhere along the sides of the streets were now neatly arranged and orderly.

The old buildings were all freshly painted, the houses white-walled with blue roofs, looking quite stately.

And at the entrance to the town, a brand new arch had been hastily erected, ten meters high, with the colorful inscription "Welcome Lord Silthers Saint" hanging above it.

"Because the Tianlongren suffered a shipwreck and drifted to Battia Island, the mayor of this island immediately issued an order to tidy up the city appearance, and spent a lot of tax money to renovate some dilapidated buildings…"

The flying squirrel arrived beside Darren and whispered an explanation.

As for the color of this house... it is said that the city government imitated the decorative style of Mary Joa in order to make the world nobles feel at home here.

And Gion and Kage both listened with stunned silence.

Darren couldn't help but smile.

It seems that "image engineering" exists in every world.

However, that's also normal.

The people of Tianlong consider themselves to be "gods" in this vast sea, possessing supreme power.

For a place as small as Beihai, local officials rarely have the chance to see the true faces of world nobility in person.

Now, coincidentally, an "accident"-prone World Noble has arrived in his jurisdiction. As the mayor, he naturally has to make a good impression, even striving for a favorable one. Who knows, perhaps when the esteemed World Noble is pleased, a casual remark could propel him to the pinnacle of life.

"It's kind of interesting."

Darren smiled and nodded, then turned his head to look at Gion and the others, and instructed:

"You all should first take your troops to station yourselves, encircle the area where Sir Eldes is active and set up a protective perimeter. Make sure to thoroughly check for suspicious individuals and ensure there are no unexpected incidents."

Although he has no interest in protecting the dragons, who are as precious as pigs to him, he would even like to kill one or two if he could.

Although this was an order given by headquarters, Darren would naturally do his best.

After all, as things stand now, this mission could very well determine my political future in the Navy.

If the Heavenly Dragons were to have an accident under their own protection, it's estimated that even the Warring States Period couldn't protect themselves.

Darren doesn't want to leave the Navy.

If being a pirate was a dead end, he certainly didn't want to spend his life running from the Marines.

Darren doesn't consider himself a good person, but he still has his bottom line. He would never do something like becoming a pirate and robbing civilians.

Needless to say, for a traverser like him who has no golden fingers, having a relatively complete cultivation system in the navy is undoubtedly the best choice.

Most importantly, he has poured too much energy and effort into the Beihai project to give up on it now.

And what about you

Gion frowned, her willow eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Darren.

She had naturally heard about the vicious nature of that group of dragons, and of course, she wasn't too willing to protect them.

"I need to go meet with our mayor first for a mission handover. After all, the city government's militia is currently responsible for the safety of the Tenryu people."

Darren smiled and said to Gion and the peering Kagetsu:

Since we're here, we should at least pay our respects to the local government.

"You don't need to worry about that. Major Flying Squirrel will be in charge of the security details. All you have to do is assist him."

After all, the two of you have just arrived in Beihai and are not very familiar with the business here.

After finishing his sentence, Darren shifted his gaze to the flying squirrel.

Then they give it to you.

The flying squirrel nodded.

Seeing that Darren had already given the order directly, Jiyuan didn't try to force it. She remained silent and stayed put, watching as Darren got into a carriage and drove away towards the city hall.

"Then, let's go this way, Captain Gion, Major Kake. "

The flying squirrel greeted with a smile, then turned directly and, leading his troops, set off for their designated destination.

He knew that Darren was going to see the mayor, probably to discuss some matters. Bringing along the Gion and Kagematsu would be rather inconvenient.

Gion and Kaede looked at each other, wanting to say something but ultimately staying silent. They quickly followed after him.

……

Bathia Island.

City Government.

Darren, under the guidance of a sexy secretary in professional attire, walked into the mayor's office.

The interior decoration of the office is high-end and luxurious.

A polished marble floor was laid with a fur rug, and the walls were adorned with expensive-looking oil paintings.

"Welcome, esteemed guest. My apologies for the lack of proper reception. Colonel Darren, please extend your greetings."

There wasn't long to wait, a fawning laugh rose up.

A middle-aged man in a suit ran in, sweating profusely. His plump physique strained the expensive suit, making him look like a balloon.

"Mayor Hunter is very busy, I apologize for interrupting."

Darren smiled and took the cigar offered to him with utmost respect by Mayor Hunter, then without hesitation settled into the soft leather sofa.

"Well, well, Colonel Darren, you understand... With Sir Eldes Saint arriving on Battia Island, things have been hectic around here."

Hunt took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his face, and broke into a wide smile.

Darren nodded and lit his cigar.

"I understand, after all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event."

"I have to say, I was quite surprised by how completely rejuvenated Battya Island looks. I'm sure Sir Seldes would be very pleased with Mayor's arrangements."

Hunter was overjoyed to hear this.

That's good, that's good.

He had already prepared a document and handed it to Darren with both hands.

Colonel Darren, take a look at the situation on Battiya Island over the past six months...

Watching Darren take the file and flip through it casually, Hunter carefully explained:

Under your intimidation, the two major Mafia families on Batti Island have maintained a relative restraint over the past six months and have paid their dues on time.

Darren glanced at the last number in the document and smiled with satisfaction:

"Well, they're relatively quiet."

Hunter nodded respectfully.

"Of course, who in Behai wouldn't give you face"

He said, bowing even lower with trepidation.

Few people know that as Mayor, Hunt wouldn't be unaware of this man's methods.

Before its resurgence in tourism, the island of Lampedusa was known for its Mafia presence. Factions constantly clashed over territory, leading to frequent violent incidents.

Until a year ago, Darren, the newly appointed head of Branch 321, arrived on Bat Island with the strongest and most ruthless methods, nearly eradicating the Mafia's influence.

To this day, Hunter still vividly remembers the scene like hell.

The streets were running red with blood, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The man stood there, drenched in blood, his two remaining mafia family bosses trembling and kneeling before him.

From that day onwards,

There are no more gangland killings or turf wars on Bat Island.

The two remaining Mafia families divided their territory into fixed areas, never encroaching on each other's land. They also regularly paid half of their income as "taxes" to a central authority.

Because the gang wars subsided, civilians were able to rest and recuperate, the social environment stabilized, and Bataria Island's economy also flourished.

"Well, I still say the same thing, you tell them…"

Darren slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.

As long as they don't go too far, I'll just turn a blind eye.

As long as they keep their heads down... money, there's always more to be made.

But I don't want to see any civilian bloodshed or deaths happening within my jurisdiction.

He smiled.

After all, I'm a righteous sailor… aren't I, Mayor Hunter

Hunter nodded nervously and stammered,

"That's certainly true. In the North Sea, who doesn't know Colonel Darren as a symbol of justice"

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