By the dim light of the fire, Old Bartley looked at Wang Hao, and Wang Hao was also observing Old Bartley.

It seems that after a century, finally, the sound of fighting in the cabin is gradually fading.

On the deck, in the battle of momentum, how could a pampered slave owner be the opponent of the battle-hardened Wang Hao, old Bartley could only hold the only life-saving straw in his hand, the pistol that could only fire one bullet.

As if to embolden himself, old Barthley first asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?" Want to see an old man's dying throes? ”

Wang Hao still smiled and said: "You should know, Mr. Bartley, it was you who created your current fate, I think this is your retribution!" ”

Old Bartley's hand holding the gun was trembling, "You stupid, you think you can free all the like you?!" ”

Wang Hao sank his face, tilted his head and said, "I think you have mistaken my motives!" Old man, I was just playing the idea of this ship. As for the emancipation of slaves, it was only incidental. ”

"It's a waste of such a good ship to be used only for smuggling and slave trafficking. It should be on the sea, not nestled next to your dock most of the time! Patting the mast, Wang Hao then put pressure on old Bartley: "Shoot, you also know that whether you succeed or not, you only have this chance to shoot!" ”

Old Bartley did not fight back, he knew very well that his gun could only fire one bullet. If he shot rashly, but this shot did not hit the target, then he would definitely be killed by Wang Hao directly.

Besides, the battle in the cabin was almost over, and old Bartley would not believe that he would not be able to defeat a group of weak slaves with his overseers. So it's better to be on the safe side, wait for the overseer to take down the slave, and then go up to deck to deal with this fierce fugitive slave.

Old Bartley thought it was quite beautiful, but unfortunately Wang Hao would not give him this opportunity.

At that moment, the hatch on the deck creaked, and several bloodied men walked out of the cabin with bright scimitars in their hands.

This succeeded in distracting old Bartley a little.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Hao first raised his hand, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown at Old Bartley like a meteor, and then Wang Hao's leg muscles bulged high and suddenly exerted force. A turnaround jump was already in front of old Bartley, and the punching bag's big fist suddenly swung out, directly hitting him under the ribs!

Wang Hao's actions made old Bartley suddenly startled, although he wanted to respond in time, but unfortunately he was already dying after all, and it was impossible to keep up with Wang Hao's rhythm.

After barely dodging the flying scimitar, he no longer had the strength to dodge the next attack, and before he could even pull the trigger with the gun in his hand, he was already hit by Wang Hao. The pain was so severe that he could only fall to the ground and wail vigorously, and the pistol in his hand fell not far away.

Wang Hao stepped forward, made up for a kick that knocked over old Bartley, and then stepped on his back, pressing him so that he couldn't move.

"Ah...... Someone! Come and help me! As if trying to grasp the last straw, old Bartley, who had been trampled on the ground, raised his head as best he could, and waved his hands helplessly and cried.

However, there was only one call, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Because out of the cabin came out of a few ragged slaves!

"Who else do you think will come to your rescue! Your slave? Or an overseer who obeys your commands? Wang Hao put away the foot that stepped on old Bartley's back, "It's really sad, how can anyone rely on others for everything?!" ”

"Why...... Ah......" Before Old Bartley finished speaking, he was kicked in the chest by Wang Hao, and the whole person rolled a few times and rolled in front of those slaves.

"We have an old saying in the East that it is not enough to kill people. I've killed a lot of people, and every one of them has followed this principle. But I've never been like you, who let people suffer first and then die in agony! ”

Wang Hao waved his hand and pointed at these slaves, "I want you to understand what empathy is, and let you experience the kind of struggle and begging for a happy death, just like those innocent people who were mutilated by you!" ”

Old Bartley coughed a few times, struggled to support his body with a mouthful of blood, and looked at these slaves with fierce faces, "You mean these slaves?!" They're not human at all! Without whips and orders from their masters, they will rebel and commit murder, just like you! ”

"I wish I could have murdered you, but I won't!"

Wang Hao said to the slaves who were still silently watching Old Bartley: "He will be handed over to you, how to dispose of it is up to you, remember to clean the boat after disposal!" ”

After speaking, Wang Hao came to the stern of the boat and launched the signal flare that Tiqi had prepared for him.

When he turned his head, he found that this group of slaves was dealing with old Bartley, and they did not drink his blood, eat his flesh, gnaw his bones, and sleep on his skin as Wang Hao thought.

On the contrary, once there was no threat of death, no clear order from the master, they looked at each other for a while, not knowing what they should do next!

In the end, it was Ma Wei who stepped up. He did what he had done as a pirate in the past—slashing old Bartley in the thigh and forcing him to jump into the sea.

Sighing helplessly, Wang Hao had no choice but to personally give an order for Ma Wei to light all the lights on the deck first, and then take the surviving slaves to clean the deck and cabin. And it must be cleaned cleanly, without any traces remaining.

Fortunately, although the independent personality of these slaves has almost disappeared, their years of slave life have still made them develop the habit of obeying orders, and they work hard enough, so Wang Hao can be regarded as a breath of relief.

It didn't take long for Titch's boat to follow, and to Wang Hao's surprise, Benjamin Hornigold was also on board.

"Hey, Wang, your velvet box looks pretty good!" Benjamin, with a pipe in his hand, joked happily when he found that he didn't need the help of his own people at all, which was equivalent to picking up a shipload of goods for nothing.

Benjamin and Titch's original plan was for Wang Hao to sneak out after getting on the ship, destroy the rudder and launch a signal flare. Wait for the two of them to catch up with their pirates in a boat, and then attack and take the ship.

It's just that I didn't expect Wang Hao's combat effectiveness to be so strong, and the people on this ship have been killed by him. The corpses had been thrown into the sea, and the sharks, smelling blood, had begun to wander around the ship.

As for the few slaves left on the ship?

Benjamin Hornigold, a great pirate in the Caribbean, said that on his ship, the slaves were not even the lowest-ranking handymen, and could not have been part of the fighting force.

But no matter what, no matter what method Wang Hao used, the two of them had to say that they were tough, so they restrained the only trace of black and black thoughts.