Actually, there isn’t much work on the island. In the mornings, everyone just sits in the courtyard chatting, living a very carefree life. After all, we came here to retire as cannon fodder—how could there be so much work?

However, according to the other prisoners, things weren’t always this easy. In the past, everyone was exhausted every day from being drilled by King Stone. From the information Old Fellow got through his connections: Carter, male, thirty-two years old, from Gaoxiong Province. He comes from a military family; his father was once the commander of the 101st Corps under the Empire’s Southern Army Group. The 101st Corps used to be the ace of the Southern Army Group, but because Carter’s father didn’t know how to hide his talents, he became the target of jealousy from other corps. During the Fourth Tonglu Battle, his father’s 101st Corps charged at the front, ended up deep behind enemy lines without support, and was completely wiped out. As a result, his father was labeled “the shame of the Empire” and “the scum of humanity,” and the whole family was purged.

If it weren’t for his father’s old comrade-in-arms, the Empire’s current Grand Marshal Frank Frost, protecting him, Carter would never have been able to join the military. But there was no place for him in the regular Imperial Army, so the Southern Army Group’s Commander-in-Chief Connor Long issued a transfer order, sending him here to Chila Cape.

Carter’s current rank is just a minor flag officer. For a minor flag officer to be personally appointed by the Commander-in-Chief of the Army Group, this is something that has never happened in the hundred-year history of the Kingdom of Luodan.

……

Also, while Old Fellow was chatting with the prisoners, I got a general understanding of Chila Cape.

There are about two hundred prisoners on the whole island, but only twenty guards. I found it odd: with a ten-to-one ratio, why are all these prisoners so well-behaved?

Old Fellow, as if he could read my mind, immediately started probing the prisoners. It turns out that the nearest mainland from Chila Cape is about fifteen days away, the island is surrounded by hidden reefs, and there are fierce tiger sharks patrolling the waters—danger everywhere. Large ships can’t get close at all.

The only tool on the island is a small boat that can hold about ten people. Once a month, a patrol warship passes by with supplies, and at that time, someone from the island takes the small boat to fetch the supplies. Moreover, there’s a communication method between the island and the base: if the garrison at the base doesn’t receive a message from the island within ten days, they’ll immediately launch a devastating attack on the island.

Of course, King Stone Carter himself is also extremely powerful. Legend has it that thirteen years ago, when Carter was only nineteen, dozens of prisoners tried to revolt, but Carter killed them all by himself, and their deaths were gruesome. Since then, no one has dared to challenge Carter’s authority. Even those who think they’re stronger than him don’t want to try.

I sat quietly beside Old Fellow, listening to the prisoners’ conversations, but my mind was pondering: where did my astonishing stamina, standard military posture, and keen ability to read people come from? I never had these skills before—otherwise, I wouldn’t have ended up like this.

To say it’s some kind of enlightenment after my transformation is nonsense. Could it really be related to that Jiuhong Divine Pill?

“Gavin Ford, haha, congratulations! You’re our captain now, so we’ll be counting on you to look after us!” Suddenly, a bold voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Morgan Wolf and Charles Young leading the way, followed by three burly men approaching me.

Although I was already quite familiar with them, this was actually the first time I’d seen what they looked like.

Morgan Wolf is a very tall guy with a face full of fierce lines, looking extremely intimidating. But I know he’s actually very kind—because when he kills, he never lets his victims feel pain! Huh, why would I think that?

Charles Young looks gentle and refined. After a thousand years of evolution, night elves are not much different from humans. But from his long ears, you can still tell he’s an elf. This notorious flower thief seems to like me a lot—he actually sat right next to me in silence. I know him; he’s also a kind person! He never uses force when seducing women, but he does use drugs. Every time, he makes women die in ecstasy, passing away happily at the peak of pleasure.

Strange, how can I approve of him?

Behind them were three others—one fat, one thin, both with striking features. The third had willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a small mouth, and a delicate nose—so pretty that at first glance, I thought he was a woman.

As I suspected, they weren’t from the Kingdom of Luodan, but from Yuechen.

The fat and thin ones are brothers, twins in fact. One is called Hank Moon, the other Harry Moon—together, they’re like the “Hum and Ha Generals,” obviously not their real names. The one who looks like a woman is their boss, named Shawn Moon. As for why they were sent to Chila Cape, they never say.

We’re all familiar with each other, so there’s no need for introductions. Although I can’t understand the Yuechen dialect spoken by the three from the Yue family, with Old Fellow as a translator, it’s enough.

Just as we were chatting happily, a man over nine feet tall with a scarred face strode up to me. Seeing him, Morgan Wolf and the others immediately tensed up, and the prisoners who had been gathered around us quickly scattered.