"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Graves swam back to the bottom of the ship to grab his fate, then turned his gun on the hooks.

He was, of course, bluffing, and the fate of the water was useless.

The minions also saw that Greyfus was already a strong outsider, and they formed a circle without any scruples, shouting and surrounding the two.

A frenzied light flashed, and Graves' heart tightened, and Trist disappeared, not knowing where to teleport.

He slipped away anyway.

Anyway, every time.

Graves sneered, like an old dog who refused to admit defeat, raised the butt of his rifle and smashed the bridge of the nose of a guy in front of him, and then was quickly pressed into the water by the others and beaten.

"Fellow ......" appeared on the deck of Trist, and when he saw this, he stopped the rope that was about to be thrown down.

He had planned to teleport himself to the deck and drop the rope to pull Graves up one more time.

But, forget it.

Where else can you escape in this vast sea? Doing so was nothing more than another struggle to stall for time, and both Graves and him would eventually be captured by Planck.

"Come on, are you going to beat people? My mom is stronger than you, and she died a few months ago. Graves said with his tongue wide open, spitting out teeth and a mouthful of blood.

Bang a punching bag-sized fist slammed into Graves' eye socket.

Graves was still stiff-mouthed, and Trist couldn't bear to look at it.

He didn't even see the thug's movements before he fell into the water on his back, and the sharp pain exploded in all the joints of his body, and finally fainted.

The Hooks dragged Graves onto the boat and escorted him back to the Abyss.

He was beaten violently by the thugs, then put his arms behind his back and handcuffed with pig iron. He was lifted by the arm, and finally knelt in front of Planck. Recommended ReadingTV//

Behind him, a pockmarked pirate framed Griffos and prevented him from lying down.

The eyes were so swollen that they couldn't be focused, and the tall figure in front of them seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, flickering near and far.

Planck stepped forward, grabbed Graves by the hair, lifted his head up, and stared blankly at himself.

"It's kind of a thing, you destroyed my two ships and dozens of people, and these losses are counted on your head, and you have to work for me until I die. But now it's impossible. ”

He stood up and turned his back: "I am not an unreasonable person, and I will not force others to grovel before me. All I want is a small amount of respect. But you two dare to ride on my neck and. Unforgivable. ”

When his men heard this, they began to gather around, like a pack of hungry hyenas waiting for a feast.

Graves kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't beg for mercy, not even die.

As if seeing his intentions, Planck said, "You will not die at my hands, someone will name your life." ”

Graves thought with his leaden head, but he couldn't think of the great god who could make Planck obedient, he messed with too many people.

"Be prepared to endure a thousand years of captivity." Planck said, and the general thugs burst into laughter.

A thousand years of life is better than death...... Graves thought he knew, it was the Sea Witch who called for his life.

Planck nodded to one of the crew members, and the boy walked up to Graves and groped for him, not even the crotch of his pants, as if searching for something.

Then he looked at Planck and shook his head.

"What about the Abyss Crown?" Planck's face was gloomy, and his scalp tingled with his staring.

"He's already slipped away with the baby at Trist's, you don't want to get it." Graves said with a smile, his body shaking uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding.

"Really?" Planck laughed along, meaningfully.

The thugs dragged Graves' feet headfirst toward the Abyss's mast. When the sails were burned, the mast turned bare, and Graves saw a butcher standing on it.

The butcher hung a huge hook on the mast, and Graves' eyelids jumped, acutely aware of what was going to happen next, and he would be hung on the hook like a skinned moray eel.

Grabby by bit, Graves was raised his mast towards the hook, and Planck's threat was even more terrifying than he had expected.

"Rusty hooks will go through your jaw and into your mouth, and you won't die right away, at least until the next day. But tonight, you'll be hanging from a crane at the slaughterhouse, and a swarm of dock rats will approach you with blood-red fangs, gnawing at your toes with their long, needle-like teeth, and splashing germ-laden saliva on the ground. But that's not all, the pus and blood from the wound will fill your throat, and every instinctive swallow will pull at the wound and cause severe pain. Gradually, you will feel that it is difficult to breathe and eventually choke to death. ”

Planck changed his words and looked at Graves: "You say, will Trist watch you die in such pain?" ”

"You think of Cui Zi too noblely." Looking at the fishhook that was getting closer and closer, Graves sneered without changing his face: "The last time he left me and caused me to rot in prison for ten years, he was out for so long. Such a selfish man, you still expect him to come and save me? You're still too young......"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light and shadow flashed, and Trist appeared on the deck of the Abyss out of thin air.

The thugs all raised their weapons, holding the golden sea serpent crown in one hand and coughing twice with a fist in front of his mouth with the other.

"Ahem, as soon as I came, I heard someone saying bad things about me."

"Get out! You idiot, what are you going to do when you come back! Graves roared, not embarrassed by being slapped in the face.

Trist was more angry at him than leaving him to run away, and this son of a should run as far as possible and never look back.

"I'm here to save you, and you still don't appreciate it." Trist had already sworn not to leave Graves behind, not to mention that Graves had just been caught by Planck in order to save him from drowning, which made it all the more necessary for him to show up.

"Who wants you to save it, you don't have long eyes!" Graves put it back down, like a freshly caught fish fluttering wildly on the ground, swearing and swearing, and all kinds of vulgar and vulgar swag came out one after another.

Trist smiled bitterly, I didn't get you out of prison last time, but I was hated for ten years, and I was almost killed by you.

He knew very well that they had a surprising commonality in this point, that is, what they said in their mouths and what they thought in their hearts were completely opposite.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if he was caught by Planck, he was extremely sure that Graves would definitely come to his rescue, no matter how many opponents there were.

Even if he faced death, he would save him from under the scythe.

Moreover, he didn't feel any distress about a broken crown for Graves. They had all tested it, and the crown was a useless fake, worthless.

Although most of the rescues will eventually be captured by Planck, at least try it!

"It's really touching, but let's think about what excuse to use to fight for a reduction in sentence with the sea witch." Planck, the main owner who was ignored, suddenly spoke, making both of them much calmer.

Trist approached the bar and held the crown high: "Let Graves go, or I'll throw this unlucky crown into the sea, and no one will think of it!" ”

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