In the dark and stinky sewer, Margaret, curled up in a ball, slowly opened her eyes.

The copper pocket watch was opened, and she looked at the fact that there were still 6 hours before the final battle. Her eyes became firmer again.

The chance to avenge one's family is today, and Swan must die today!

"Call everyone up and we go to the platform to gather."

A phantom nodded slightly on her body and quickly disappeared.

Margaret walked silently in the darkness, and gradually there were more and more people behind her.

The extra people were dressed like hers, wearing gray robes.

Everyone didn't speak, there was only the sound of sewage flowing in the tunnel, and the sound of them wading through sewage.

A mouse squatting in the corner hugged the black thing, staring at them secretly while gnawing.

The spacious pipes were well connected. Margaret seemed to have walked many times, skillfully moving quickly inside.

Turning from one tunnel to another, a faint light came from the end of the tunnel.

When she came out of the tunnel, she suddenly realized her clarity in front of her.

Driven by the dark sewage, all kinds of dirt surged out like a waterfall. Below the end of all the waterfalls was a huge black hole like a deep abyss.

It leads directly to the sea and is the largest sewage outlet in the Island of England.

At this time, a huge platform was built above the black hole.

From time to time, people are walking out of the pipeline and gathering on the platform.

There were men and women in the crowd, except for the same gray robes as Margaret on them. There was another thing about the same thing, the deep hatred in their eyes.

Margaret stood in a corner with hundreds of people behind her in silence.

Her hands were sometimes tight and sometimes relaxed, looking very nervous.

When the entire platform was almost overcrowded, a loud voice exploded in the crowd. "Brothers and sisters!!"

Margaret raised up and looked into the crowd. He spoke with a white beard, a shabby blue and white sailor suit hanging loosely on his shriveled body.

The people standing behind him are the most common on the platform.

"We come for revenge! Swan! He killed our family! He robbed our island! He ruined everything about us!! He had to pay the price!!"

Hearing this, everyone on the platform began to breathe heavily

"Now! This day has finally come! In order to avenge our loved ones, we must abandon all concerns!! Personal life is irrelevant in front of this!! Revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The murderous shouts echoed back and forth in the empty space, including part of Margaret.

Whitebeard pressed his hand and his voice was quickly quiet. His eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, and paused slightly when he saw Margaret.

"I believe you will know the specific task. Swan is in the Governor's Mansion now. We have only one chance. We can only succeed and not fail. Finally, I warn you that if Swan can survive this time, then no one present will survive. Let's part!"

All the crowd rushed towards the well-connected sewer pipe. Everyone had an unyielding determination in their eyes.

As the crowd disappeared, the platform became deserted in an instant.

After looking at the dark tunnels for a moment, Whitebeard rolled up the sleeve of her left hand and exposed a wound with yellow-green pus dripping.

"Sir Julio, they start to act today, but I hope the island's fleet is on the island's side now, I'm afraid there will be any change."

The wound, the size of a baby's mouth, twitched like a mouth. "Charles? Don't worry about him. If this guy doesn't deal with Swan, he won't take action. No, someone is staring at you at 9 o'clock!"

Whitebeard immediately turned his head and found a mouse peeking at this side.

"Touch!" The peeked mouse instantly fryed into meat.

Today, the heart of the British Island Island is still very lively, with brightly dressed men and women walking on the streets.

There are no beggars in the port area, and there are no child laborers in the factory area. On this road, even the prosecutors seem gentle and kind, like a paradise.

Margaret, who had already changed into a long dress, was walking between them.

The corset made of stinging fish ribs put her on her body, squeezing Margaret's thin waist even more slender. Under the support of her slender waist, her upper body looked particularly spectacular.

I don't know how to erase the terrifying scars on Margaret's face, and her stunning face made the men around her look at each other.

She was carrying a small bag and looked like a standard aristocratic lady.

Feeling the familiar tightness on her waist, Margaret held back and didn't cry. She remembered her suicide mother.

When she first became a girl, she had arguing with her mother because of this uncomfortable styling suit. But every time she was forced to wear it in, she reluctantly put it in.

Now no one is forcing her anymore, but this time she is willing to get it in.

"Sister, you are so beautiful." A boy with big eyes ran over from the side and grabbed Margaret's sky blue folding skirt and shouted in surprise.

Just as Margaret turned her head to look at him, a young woman next to her ran over with her puppy in her arms. "Sorry, the child is too naughty."

Margaret gave her a kind smile. "It's okay, your child is so cute, are you taking him out to play?"

If you carefully observe Margaret's eyes at this time, you will find that there is no temperature inside.

Margaret's appearance not only makes men like it, but also brings women closer together. "Today, the three governors' wives are going to hold a tea art exhibition together. Of course, I'm coming for such an important thing. I finally found an opportunity. My dear, are you also participating in the tea art exhibition? You are so beautiful."

"Yes, I've been looking forward to this tea art exhibition for a long time."

Margaret responded with a smile. After a while, the two women soon walked towards the Governor's Mansion talking and laughing.

When the two were about to reach the Governor's Mansion, a car full of cargo blocked their way.

Looking at the familiar face of the platform sitting in the carriage, Margaret's hand holding the exquisite bag tightened slightly.

"There are no large vehicles allowed to drive at the gate of the Governor! Stop!!" The guards guarded the gate shouted,

Then the truck seemed to be stimulated, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly towards the gate of the Governor's Mansion.

Before the car could rush out a few meters away, a bloody hole had been punched in the driver's head.

A tall guard was about to rush towards the car, but Margaret had rushed behind him at some point.
Chapter completed!