Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 357 [The Burning Ship]

Vasini stood in front of the large ship.

He was once a wanderer at sea, having sailed on many ships.

He has been to many places and met many people.

Therefore, he understood one thing very well: to become the new captain of an old ship, the most important thing was...

"Gentlemen, let's go inside and take a look around. Show me around."

He extended his hand in an inviting gesture.

"Of course, Your Excellency Vasini, please!"

Those people were very humble.

Vasini readily pushed open a specially made door on the hull of the ship and went inside.

Then, everyone else followed suit and went inside.

The lights in the cabin had already been turned on, clearly indicating that they knew Vasini was coming.

Through the lower deck, the group slowly made their way to the pre-arranged council chamber.

This council chamber was very dark and smelly during Shewyn's time because Shewyn's father liked to cut raw fish here and eat it without cleaning it up. Over time, it became mostly filled with rotten fish meat.

However, after Old Man Shiwen died, this place was no longer a forbidden area. Before Vasini arrived, the place was cleaned up and incense was used, so the smell was no longer so unbearable.

Looking at the navigator's seat located at the deepest and most central point, Vasini did not sit down, but instead looked back at the others.

"Please sit down, everyone. Let's talk after we've sat down."

No one dared to disobey Vasini's wishes.

Anyway, he's already here, so things can't be changed anymore.

He's willing to sit down and talk, so things shouldn't go too far beyond what's expected.

One by one, the most influential people in Little Ibia took their seats in the council chamber.

Vasini looked at these people with satisfaction.

Hardheaded Morren stood right behind him.

It's like a jackal that could pounce at any moment.

"What do you want?"

Vasini didn't sit in the navigator's seat; instead, he spread his legs and looked around at everyone.

"We don't want anything, we just want to live well."

It was the same little old man named Fein who had led the way before; he was still as humble as ever.

Kovasini knew very well that this guy controlled a large portion of the casinos in Little Ibia, as well as shady businesses, and even when Father Shiven was around, he couldn't completely suppress him.

"what about you?"

Vasini then looked at the others.

The others reacted in the same way, nodding repeatedly and saying, "We just want to survive."

"very good."

Vasini nodded.

His nod was clearly a signal, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The matter seemed to be able to be resolved peacefully.

Anyway, it's just that someone else is sitting in that chair...

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Vasini suddenly opened his palm.

In his palm was a dark razor.

Before anyone could react, the razor had vanished.

Then, someone collapsed.

Two people.

Three people. Neil the Throat Slitter, wreaking havoc in the heart of what was once Little Ibia.

Some in the crowd still tried to struggle and got up to rush towards Vasini.

Before Vasini could even make a move, Moren, who was poised to strike from behind him, had already made his move.

Ten minutes later.

Outside the large ship, the people of Little Ibia are waiting anxiously.

Then they saw Vasini and Moren slowly walk out of the gate, Moren seemingly stained with some blood...

Vasini walked outside the ship, glanced at the sky, and then shook his head.

"It's so hot..."

As if receiving a signal, Morren pulled out a match and threw it towards the ship behind him.

In such hot weather, the fire will always burn very brightly.

Seeing the large ship, which was practically a symbol of Little Ibia, ablaze, and not a single one of the people who had gone in with Vasini and his men came out, the onlookers outside immediately realized what had happened.

They shouted angrily and wanted to attack Vasini.

However, the gunfire stopped them from taking further action.

A series of rapid, typewriter-like humming sounds stunned everyone.

A group of men carrying Winster typewriters rushed out from all corners and surrounded Vasini.

These are the most loyal members of the Martino family.

After last night, they have grown into true warriors.

As for Little Ibia, after Sea King Lockerbie evacuated everyone this morning, there are no longer any people here who can truly be called warriors.

“I know you are scared and angry.”

At this moment, Vasini spoke.

He glanced at the massive, burning ship behind him and continued, "But I want to tell you that an era has ended, and the old days will never return."

These words clearly made those present even more uneasy.

"But I won't make things difficult for you. You are all ordinary people, and I am an ordinary person too. All I want to do is tear down the walls of this damned place and let it return to the embrace of the South District. From now on, we will be one family."

When Vasini said he wouldn't make things difficult for anyone, some people believed him, some were skeptical, but most were concerned about his statement about dismantling the wall.

Little Ibia has become accustomed to self-sufficiency, and the thought of tearing down the walls is terrifying.

“I will do nothing but tear down the wall, and I will not hurt anyone again, I promise.”

After saying this, Vasini said nothing more, simply watching the large ship continue to burn.

The ship was clearly made of the finest materials and burned for a long time, almost half a day.

Around three or four in the afternoon, the flames on the ship finally died down.

The walls of Little Ibia were torn down before the ship burned out.

The burning of this ship is like a signal that from this day forward, Little Ibia is no longer a city within a city; it has once again become part of the Southern District.

Many people who may have spent most of their lives confined here carefully stepped over the newly demolished wall and looked at the world outside.

Then they discovered that the world outside the walls wasn't so terrible after all.

The person most excited about the changes in Little Ibia is actually not Vasini.

The most excited people are standing outside Little Ibia, their eyes shining as they gaze at this vibrant land.

"It actually...it actually succeeded."

John Holt was so excited that he was trembling slightly.

He's had his eye on this place for a long time; the hardest part is figuring out how to get it connected.

As it turns out, he had only mentioned it to Ethan not long ago, and unexpectedly, it became a done deal?

Palen stood beside him, seemingly unaffected by the situation. He merely squinted, avoiding the still-bright sun, and said, "There's nothing the young master can't do if he sets his mind to it."

(End of this chapter)