On deck.

Smith was sitting slumped, his hands on his abdomen, looking in horror at the stairs coming up from below, and the seven sailors, including a first mate, all armed with steel pipes and other weapons, nervously aimed at the exit of the stairs.

There are about two types of stowaway boats.

One is that they are like this, in the name of the freight company, they use cargo ships, ultra-small freighters, because there is no need to count on this profit, and the number of Tibetans below is usually about thirty or forty, of course, there are exceptions, the stowaway boat massacre that once shocked the world, carried more than 500 stowaways, and killed more than 100 people...

The second is authentic smuggling, that is to say, undisguised smuggling, generally a small boat more than ten meters long, can only be used as a fishing boat, the number is also dozens of people, the danger of this kind of boat does not come from being suffocated, but can not withstand strong winds and waves, once encountering bad weather, it is very likely that a boatload of people will disappear without a trace in the world.

But in any case, neither type can call for help.

Because what you do is a business that touches the bottom line.

The nine of them had been staring nervously for about five minutes, and finally there was the sound of footsteps below, and the eight people except Smith became even more nervous.

They do often do this kind of business, and they have also encountered things that the people below have resisted, but they have never encountered the purpose of Bo life and death, because without them, it is difficult for the other party to find an accurate place to dock, and it is even easy to get lost in the sea.

Listening to the sound getting closer and closer, they all raised their weapons, ready to smash the other party as soon as they showed their heads.

Then.

Suddenly there was a voice from below.

"Captain Smith!"

"It's me, Dawson's friend, Shang!"

It is no surprise that the person who came up was Shang Yang, more than a dozen black people who wanted to kill people by faith, but the reality is not that it can be done by faith, and it has to be strong, these people are vulnerable under the hands of the two.

Smith Khan was raining down and pale, but he could still hold on.

Hearing Shang Yang's words, he didn't respond immediately, he wasn't sure if those people had caught Shang Yang and made him a substitute for the dead, or that Shang Yang had rebelled.

Below, Shang Yang was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his sensitivity over the years made him know that it was very dangerous above, and said, "Those people have been dealt with by me, what should I do next?"

He is not a murderous executioner, and there are many things that cannot be done himself, so there is no need.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no response.

After thinking about it, he turned back, and the black man led by him had been hit hard until he fell unconscious, and the rest of the people were also lying on the ground wailing, unable to move, bending down, grabbing one of the black man's legs, and dragging him to the staircase.

"Captain Smith, I've brought the leader below, if you still have a little trust in Dawson, check it out, I promise, we're friends!"

There is another reason for this.

The last thing to offend on this ship is Smith, in other words, even if he bullies himself, he can't fight back, because without him, he is no different from death on the vast sea.

Be able to pat the horse's whiskers and try to get along with each other.

Smith on deck hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the first mate.

The first mate cautiously walked to the side of the stairs and looked down, and there was indeed only Shang Yang, and there was a black man lying at his feet.

Very cautiously, he turned around, took out a rope and threw it over: "Tie it to his legs, tie it firmly!"

Shang Yang didn't have to think, grabbed the rope and tied it to the black man's legs.

Seeing this, the first mate instructed the crew to pull the other end of the rope and pull the unconscious black man down to the deck.

"You can come up!"

The first mate said again.

Shang Yang walked up the stairs, step by step, looked over the deck, saw the sailors waiting for the battle, it was not difficult to find out how nervous they were just now, continued to go up, and finally saw Smith sitting on the ground, still holding his abdomen.

"What did he do?"

Smith turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and there was sweat on his forehead, and shook his head: "I don't care, I shouldn't have hurt my organs..."

It's useless to say that it matters, this is the sea, surrounded by a vast and boundless sea, and there is no way to treat it at all, so you can only use the medical kit on the ship.

Pointing at the black man, he asked, "How did you catch him?"

"He's going to threaten the safety of the ship, he's the enemy, and he can't sabotage it... To put it simply, we fought together and he failed."

Shang Yang responded casually.

But the sailors didn't listen casually, they looked at Shang Yang, and then at the black man on the ground, the difference in size between the two was too big, even if they were placed in the arena, they were not a heavyweight, he could knock the black man down, it was really incredible.

Smith was slightly stunned and asked, "What about those people down there?"

"It's all knocked down too" Shang Yang responded lightly, and then squatted in front of Smith: "In my experience, you'd better not talk now and save your strength"

As he spoke, he looked at the first mate: "There should be a medical kit on the ship, you can bring it, and I will help him dispose of it simply..."

Smith, the first mate, and the sailor automatically ignored the second half of the sentence, recalling the first sentence, as if looking at a monster, although they didn't see how many people were below, but after listening to Smith, there were more than a dozen people, and they all came prepared, they were all ready to fight to the death on the ship, but they hadn't come up yet, and they were put down by him?

"Kung Fu, will you be Huaxia Kung Fu?" Smith didn't pay attention to his injuries at all, but said with excitement on his face: "It was Huaxia Kung Fu that defeated them, right?"

In recent years, the status of China in the international community has been increasing, which has contributed to many cultures being well known by the society, and kung fu is one of them.

They have been walking on the sea all year round, they have been to countless places, and they have seen many so-called kung fu masters, but none of them can be called real kung fu, they have always been very curious, but they did not expect to finally see the living one today.

"Oh my God, is there really Chinese kung fu?"

"Can you show your hands and teach us?"

"I admire Chinese kung fu very much, can I teach it..."

Several people quickly gathered together, their faces full of undisguised piety.

"Er..."

Shang Yang was caught off guard by their rapid change in painting style, he heard that the boss of the domestic Xuanhuayuan Group has opened a lot of martial arts halls all over the world to promote traditional Chinese kung fu, and he thought it was fun, but he didn't expect it to make such a big influence.

I don't know kung fu, all I know is boxing routines, Li Long can, but there is no need to show them on the boat and accept apprentices.

I don't know how to be good.

"Bastard... Let go of me, let go of me!"

The black man, tied up like a twisted flower, woke up and struggled on the deck, like a fish caught out of the sea, constantly seeking water.

"Damn Huaxia, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

He kept shouting in his mouth, he originally planned a well-planned revenge, thinking that he was nine out of ten, but he didn't expect to meet two Chinese people halfway, and they were very terrifying Chinese people.

Hearing his voice, everyone looked over, and their faces changed from worship to coldness in an instant, and several people walked over and stared around.

"Do you have conflicts?"

Shang Yang asked curiously.

"I don't remember, but there should be!" Smith slowly stood up, still clutching his abdomen, staggered to the black man's side, gritted his teeth, and said, "Damn, you dare to stab me, you have to pay the price, pay a terrible price!"

"Phew"

The black man spat hard, without the slightest consciousness of being a knife and a fish and meat, and still said straightforwardly: "I will kill you, avenge my children and wife, and I will sacrifice them with your blood!"

"You are a demon and must pay for my wife and son!"

Wife and son pay for their lives?

Shang Yang frowned slightly when he heard these key words, he didn't know why, he didn't have time to ask, but in Huaxia's morality, the word wife and children are not allowed to be easily touched, and once they move, they will be shameless.

"Never, you can never avenge them!"

Smith didn't worship in front of Shang Yang at all, with a trace of disdain and a trace of disdain on his face: "Although I don't know who your wife and children are, their death, they deserve to die, has nothing to do with me"

"On the contrary, you dare to offend me, even more damned!"

The black man's eyes widened, probably because of his skin color, which made his expression look particularly hideous, and instead of continuing to look at Smith, he stared at Shang Yang.

"It's all you, you hurt me!"

"The perfect plan is disrupted"

"It's you who make it impossible for me to take revenge, you're a wicked person, you rich people, all of you are wicked, you can't enter heaven..."

Shang raised his eyebrows and twisted deeper, the situation was already understood, but he didn't express his position on the accusations of black people, so there was no need to speak.

"Bastard, I hate you, I hate you!" the black man roared hoarsely.

I haven't waited for anything to finish.

"Bang"

The calf-thick wooden stick that the first mate was carrying in his hand smashed on his head, and this stick made him roll his eyes and fall unconscious at any time, but the stick did not stop, and it hit several times in a row.

The banging sound was deafening.

For some reason, Shang Yang looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly felt that the stick was smashed on his heart, and it was difficult to hold on, in fact, at the beginning of his operation, he thought very simply, it was just self-defense, and he didn't really want to participate in these things.

But because of his own participation, a life is gone?

"Bang"

Before he could finish thinking, he watched two sailors carry the unconscious black man and throw him into the sea without thinking...

"This group of untouchables should be thrown into the sea to feed Wang Ba..." Smith came over holding his stomach and said with a smile: "Shang, you are my friend, forever friend!"

Shang Yang laughed dryly, looked ahead, and found that the sailors in front of him had left, and he didn't even pay attention.

He asked, "What about them?"

"They?" Smith looked left and right, "Who do you say?"

"Sailor!"

"Oh..."Smith suddenly realized, "Of course they are going down there, and they are going to throw all those people into the sea to feed the king, Shang, thank you for your help"

Shang Yang's heart was suddenly barren...