Billy took advantage of the time before the banquet to help Zhang Heng introduce some captains and businessmen he knew, most of the pirates usually do their own activities, but it does not mean that there is no intersection, sometimes when they encounter prey that one person can't eat, they will also ask other trusted pirate groups to help, so it always doesn't hurt to know more people.

Although all the pirates who came to the dinner tonight were on the side of the Black Merchant Alliance, the two sides were only in a cooperative relationship, and unlike Malcolm, they were not hostile to the Jackdaw, and they did not care who the Jackdaw was working with as long as it did not affect their money.

Half an hour later, all the guests had arrived, but Malcolm, the host, had not yet appeared, but the butler who had greeted everyone at the door had walked in again, cleared his throat and said, "Before the dinner begins, Mr. Malcolm has prepared a small pre-dinner entertainment for all the distinguished guests, I hope you will enjoy it." ”

After saying that, he shook the bell in his hand again, this time from outside the door walked in two tower-like black figures, as soon as they entered the door, they brought a sense of oppression to the guests, the two of them were naked, only wearing a pair of pants, shackles on their feet and hands, and the muscles of their bodies were like iron casting, like two beasts that broke out of the forest, which provoked some female guests to exclaim.

In order to escort the two into the manor, a team of guards was used, and the guards used their muskets to drive the two to a makeshift stage on the west side of the hall, and then opened the shackles on their bodies, all as if they were facing a great enemy.

Only the butler was still fearless, he walked up to the two of them and said, "It's not the first time you have participated in the show, you should know the rules very well, I won't talk nonsense, as long as you kill the opponent within the specified time, you can live, otherwise ......" He pulled out the short musket on his waist, and pulled the trigger without hesitation at a black maid not far away who was carrying a plate of wine to the guests, and the latter's chest splashed with a ball of blood, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

The butler put the musket back into his waist without changing his face, and with a wave of his hand, two black maids, who were still shivering, carried out the bodies of their companions while trying to wipe the blood from the stalls.

Half a minute later, it was like nothing had happened in the banquet hall.

"I don't want this to happen to you, after all, Mr. Malcolm paid a lot of money to buy you, you are warriors, you are beasts, you don't want to be shot so undignified, so please be sure to bring some joy to our guests."

The butler walked off the stage after speaking.

The remaining two strong black men glanced at each other, a fierce color flashed in their big bronze bell-like eyes, and the next moment they did not hesitate to pounce on their opponents.

The guests in the audience also became excited when they saw this, the pirates screamed and cheered with spoons, and the rich businessmen with shy stomachs also surrounded them with their female companions.

No matter how many centuries have passed, human beings are still happy to play this primitive competition that releases male hormones, but unfortunately in the civilized world, there are fewer and fewer gladiatorial fights like those in ancient Roman arenas, but now the appearance of black slaves has filled this gap.

In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, when black slaves were synonymous with goods, people could appreciate the fierce hand-to-hand combat and slaughter of their own kind, but on the other hand, they did not have to suffer any moral condemnation.

"Order, that's a good thing, isn't it?" A voice came from behind Zhang Heng.

"If there is no order, these fellows are still fighting each other in some small tribe in Africa for a few worthless prey and women without any spectators, and now they can please us with their muscular bodies and hard-honed fighting skills, and bring joy to all the guests in this hall."

The person who spoke was a tall and thin middle-aged man, with a serious expression and deep eyes, wearing a well-tailored dress, who appeared in the banquet hall at some point.

"The same applies to the other black slaves on the estate, who lived in a state of inefficiency and chaos until the slave traders caught them on the Gold Coast, spending most of their days searching for food and fighting for territory, no different from wild beasts, wasting their sturdy physiques in vain."

"Now, they're being trafficked to the New World, and we've set all kinds of rules for rewarding and punishing them, and we've divided the labor according to the different characteristics of each person, with some working on the plantations, some mining, and some, huh...... Exploiting their recreational uses, freeing them from the inefficient labor of searching for food, and finally making effective use of their bodies to create unimaginable wealth, is what order exists for, isn't it? ”

"You're talking about creating wealth for yourself, for them life is not as good as it was when they were hungry." Anne said politely.

The gladiatorial fight on the stage also entered the climax when several people spoke, in which the black man with a scar on the eye took the initiative, a grappling and crushing the opponent under him, and then raised his fist to smash the latter's head, the sound of bones colliding with bones seemed a little dull in the air, but as the blood splattered on the stage, the crowd also became fanatical.

The thin middle-aged man did not deny this, "They are just goods and tools, and of course the wealth I created with these tools belongs to me, but the Black Merchant Alliance is not the same, we are in a cooperative relationship, I need you to bring back a steady stream of loot for us, and you also need us to sell these loot in the colony and convert it into wealth, and none of us can leave anyone." ”

"No matter how much people dislike it, they can't deny the fact that the formation of the Black Merchant Alliance has enriched the pockets of most of the pirates on the island, and this is the value that a good and stable order can bring." The thin middle-aged man said lightly.

"I know what you're trying to say, but in any order, the rules are always more in favor of the powerful side, and even more so in Nassau, where the Black Merchants are willing to give the captains a higher purchase price because they are strong enough to go to sea and bring back goods of higher value.

"In fact, before this, the black market merchants on the island did the same, and it has always been an unwritten rule to give more dividends to powerful captains, but now we are more standardized, and the list has become a clause, so our people in the previous negotiations are not deliberately embarrassing you."