"Cuizi, the captain has entered the captain's room, it's time to do it." Graves lifted the lid of the barrel and was relieved to see that fate was still in the barrel.

Next, they plan to kidnap the captain to control the entire sea hunting ship, and when the captain enters the captain's room alone, let Trist teleport in and kidnap him, and then emerge from the captain to give orders, maybe they can control the entire ship unknowingly without bloodshed.

Of course, if it doesn't work, it's time for fate to come in.

"Are you sure he's the only one in there? Don't wait for me to teleport in and five big men come out and surround me, so I won't be able to play my cards even if I play well. ”

Glowing cards flew up and down Trist's fingers, and he had practiced the craft to the point where it was as natural as breathing.

Even Graves had to admit that Trist did have a good hand in playing, but he was too timid.

"I saw him go in alone, and the captain is still a cripple, what is there to be afraid of!" Graves pointed to his eyes and said it was true, and when he saw that the posture seemed to be deceiving, he poked himself in the eyes.

While Trist waited leisurely in the warehouse, he disguised himself as a harpooner and walked around the ship.

There were four sea hunters in the entire fleet, and the ship they were on was at the end of the fleet. The captain doesn't like to take the initiative everywhere because he is lame, and spends a lot of time in the captain's room giving orders, anyway, he usually follows the fleet, he doesn't have to care too much, and only comes to the deck to command when hunting sea beasts.

This also facilitates the two of them to hide from the world.

Graves heard from other crew members that the captain had been a harpooner who had bitten off a leg during a hunt for a green sac. However, he succeeded in retrieving the green sac, and after the expensive green sac was sold at a high price, even a part of the share made him make a lot of money, so he simply bought a sea hunting ship as a captain, and later joined Planck's slaughtering fleet to hunt sea beasts for Planck.

"It's not fear, it's caution, you reckless." Trist quickly cuts the cards, and the cards in his hand take turns to shine with different colors. He said, "We robbed Planck's ship, so what if we weren't careful?" It must be guaranteed that nothing goes wrong, otherwise it will fall into Planck's hands, and the consequences will definitely be worse than death. ”

The words fell, and the card in Trist's hand froze, a card that shimmered with a faint blue light. The card is an all-black figure with an eye of insight on its chest.

Obviously, this is no ordinary playing hand.

"Okay, after all, we're challenging the toughest man on this island, like a slap in the face of death, so be careful." Graves shuddered with excitement at the thought of this.

It's a big gamble, and instead of staying in Bilgewater and letting the rumors ferment and fall into an endless passive situation, it is better to take the initiative and get out of the situation and go away.

Of course, the main thing is that they are exhausted, and they can't make money in Bilgewater, and the brothers can't help it.

As long as the matter is resolved neatly, there is no need to worry about Planck.

If it went well, when Planck received the news, the two of them were already halfway to the Valoran continent.

Trist played his best game, flipped over the cards, concentrated, and disappeared into the warehouse, leaving only a dull card.

Graves picked up the cards, looked through them, and threw them into the keg, approaching the captain's room with a harpoon in his hand.

A familiar restlessness suddenly hit his heart, his body shook, and a frenzied light and shadow were fleeting.

When everything had calmed down, Trist was already standing in the captain's quarters.

Teleportation certainly has side effects, but frequent use over the years has minimized them.

Trist was a little dizzy and stood for a short time before recovering, but even the slightest hesitation would put him in danger, he heard the sound of a sword out of his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a tall man slashing at him with a scimitar held high.

Finished!

Graves, the son of a bitch, only said that the captain was lame, but he didn't say that he was a strong man!

The captain's room was brighter than the dimly lit warehouse, and the cold glow of the blade flashed in front of Trist's eyes, and Trist subconsciously dodged backwards, but accidentally tripped over the chair and sat on the captain's throne.

His wide-brimmed hat flew up, and the scimitar swept just between the hat and the top of his head, dodging it by mistake.

Before Trist could breathe a sigh of relief, the scimitar slashed at the side again.

He turned the chair under him with his back to the scimitar, and the blade slashed into the back of the chair and couldn't pull it out.

"Is that okay?" Trist was stunned.

But he only showed a smug smile one second, and the next second he was grabbed from the chair by someone pinching his neck with one hand.

"Looking for what? Little thief. ”

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Suddenly, his eyes focused on the shoulder of the strong man in front of him, and he found that there was a golden snake mark hanging there.

"I'm looking for this, your seal, Captain." Grabbed by someone pinching his neck, Trist replied indistinctly.

His hand was only a little slower than his eyes, and the next moment he saw the captain's seal, he reached out and took it off. This made the captain furious, grabbing his head and slamming it into the hard corner of the table.

In a flash of lightning, a yellow card slipped out of Trist's sleeve, flipped between his fingers, and then flung it into the captain's face and fixed him in place.

The captain's hand froze, and at this moment, his head was less than ten centimeters from the corner of the table!

"Lady Luck opened her eyes, and she knew that she would wait for Graves to be in place and then teleport in, and she almost confessed here." Trist broke free from the clutches and coughed heavily, then the first thing he remembered was to fiddle with the crumpled collar of his flesh.

After grabbing the wide-brimmed hat and putting it on, he pulled out the hemp rope around his waist and tied the fixed captain tightly, and then shoved what could have been a rag on the table into his mouth, just in time for the captain to wake up from his vertigo.

He yelled, his voice muffled in his mouth, and suddenly he lifted his legs and kicked Trist.

Trist hurriedly jumped away, and the captain's lame leg was actually replaced with a barbed hook, that is, those things used to hang people on the slaughter dock, if he was kicked, he would definitely break his stomach!

Trist looked at this inferior prosthetic leg, and thought to himself that if one day he misses and someone breaks his leg, he must go to Picheng to find the best craftsman to make him a prosthetic leg, after all, you get what you pay for.

But it's better not to have this day.

What the? Why not break hands, you ask?

Quite simply, if his hand is interrupted, what else will he rely on to eat? Who raised him?

"You'd better take a break."

Looking at the captain who was not honest and had been tossing, Trist drew a yellow card again and slapped it in the captain's face, knocking him unconscious.