<h4>Chapter 853 - The Advanced Wiggle?</h4>


    As instructed, the unconscious Morgs were tied up with rope and gagged.


    They also collected the swords back from them.


    Earlier on, before Marcus stepped into the ce, he had requested swords for his own protection, as well as the safety of his men.


    He refused to step in if Landon didn’t meet his requirements.


    To Marcus, even though Landon had promised that he wouldn’t dare to kill him, one could never be too sure.


    That was one of the reasons why he refused to go into the fully guarded pce without a weapon.


    At least out of the Pce, he could hold a tourist or civilian hostage if he was really cornered.


    He could also lose his chasers on the streets, as well as disguise himself to escape again.


    But once he was in the pce, for all he knew, Landon could keep him in a room and surround it with thousands of guards.


    Even though the odds were against him in this scenario, a man must never go down without at least killing some of his enemies.


    That’s why he insisted on having a sword.


    And what did Landon think about it?


    He didn’t care at all and requested for some swords to be given to them.


    Why?


    Because he nned to beat the crap out of them behind closed doors, and it wouldn’t be fun if they couldn’t fight back.


    How could he fight them outside around the pce gates?


    Tourists were going in and out, and there were children around as well.


    He didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation or witness such a battle.


    So he did everything he could to lure his prey into his den.


    And now that the battle was over, they collected the swords back.


    The men Marcus and his men were now tied up like worms and gagged.


    From there, the military took over the assignment from the royal guards and drove the fugitives out of the city.


    The soldiers checked them out with their temporary slips and noted their names down.


    They would be banned for life, nevering into Baymard again.


    As for their swords kept in the port during check-in, those weren’t returned to them at all.


    Landon continued his pettiness in this matter and confiscated them.


    Hmph!


    It serves them right.


    .


    In a sh, the men were dropped onto the hard floors of Docking space 82.


    Bam.


    Marcus woke up in confusion to the salty smell of the sea.


    Eh?


    How did he get here?


    Before he noticed it, he saw his treasure chests getting carried away before his very eyes.


    "Hmmmmmm.


    Hmmmmmmmmmmm.’


    He screamed and yelled angrily, but it all came out like a muffling sound.


    He was so angry and unwilling that he began moving like a worm towards the treasure chest.


    He was tied up, so what?


    He wouldn’t let a single person take tge chest, or his name wasn’t Marcus Perquo!


    ’Hmmmmmmm!’


    He moved his body to hos chest and bit its handle while shaking his worm body to smack anyone who approached.


    Damn you all!


    His actions were determined and hrious that tourists on the neighbouring sh.i.p.s along the docking line couldn’t help but find it funny.


    The children were the most excited of all.


    "Mummy, that man is doing the wiggle dance in Barnie!"


    "Wow!


    He can do the wiggle?


    Awesome!"


    "Yeah.


    But why do I think that he’s doing the advanced wiggle dance?"


    "Really?


    Quick!


    Let’s learn from him and do the wiggle."


    "Wiggle."


    "Wiggle."


    The children vegan doing their one wiggle dance, and the a.d.u.l.ts felt very embarrassed.


    At the same time, the soldiers had told everyone that they were shooting a movie, so no one felt the scene bizarre or strange.


    Meanwhile, poor mister Wiggle was struggling to hold onto his treasure with every fibre in his body.


    .


    One should know that amongst his sh.i.p.s, only 5 of them had carried treasures.


    One couldn’t equip all sh.i.p.s with treasure because some of his men might secretly try to steal his treasures.


    That’s why he only ced them on 5 sh.i.p.s, guarded by his 4 most trusted aides and himself.


    Each treasure ship had a lot of wealth on it because when travelling, it was essential to take as much as possible just in case.


    And he had sailed here with one of the treasure sh.i.p.s because he was used to doing that.


    Wherever he went, no one dared to move him because of his reputation and identity; not even the fiercest monarchs would.


    But how could he have known that a little twerp would dare to do so?


    Right before his very eyes, 37 chests filled with several precious gems and coins were carried out mercilessly by these loathsome viins.


    Marcus had invisible tears in his eyes at the sight of his babies leaving him.


    Some of these chests were just gifted to him by some wealthy nobles as a way to get in his good books.


    He had collected enough to expand his army amd influence again.


    But now it was all gone.


    Fortunately, he still had more treasure in the other sh.i.p.s.


    Marcus felt somewhat better.


    It was just that unbeknownst to him, Landon had already requested that the Navy and Marine should raid them.


    It should be done in just a couple of hours.


    And by the time Marcus arrived there tomorrow morning, he would really shed tears.


    That was all his hard work of painting and allowing others to give him generous gifts.


    Landon had requested that when they raided, they left just enough for Marcus and his men to get food and other supplies so that they could adequately reach Morgany.


    Heh.


    He wanted them to be stewing in rage all through the journey.


    .


    ’Hmmmmmmm.


    Hmmmmmmmmmm’


    One of the soldiers flung Marcus over his shoulder and dumped him on his ship.


    From there, the already beaten crewmen hurriedly set sail before these Baymardians changed their kinds and decided to kill them instead.


    They weren’t fools!


    They were now im eventnd where the enemy had all the advantages


    So it was better to live and fight another day.


    With that, the proud arrogant Morgs left in a very humble way.


    But they swore that Baymard had not heard thest of them.


    Revenge was a must!