Chapter Seventy-Five: Voices Among the Pirates

Bump! Another shot rang out.

After putting away the books and opening the door, I looked down into the hallway, and saw many pirates running down the floor with a grim look on their faces.

Charlotte glanced around and saw that no one was guarding her at the moment, and after thinking for a while, she decided to go to the lower level to see what was going on.

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As you go down the stairs, more and more pirates rush to that side, and the noise coming from the lower floors gets louder and louder.

"Isn't that the dining room in that direction?" the boy recalled, passing by this morning when Captain Morey had taken him to his new room.

It was a restaurant-like place on the ship, where many pirates drank and ate in the evening, but now there was constant sound of quarrels and rummaging over cabinets, and there seemed to be a heated argument.

Soon, Charlotte came to the door of the restaurant, and many onlookers blocked the door, and the young man kept squeezing away the pirates in front of him, and finally saw a stout pirate about two meters tall grabbing the collar of another pirate, and the handcuff on his right hand was still emitting white smoke.

"If you have the guts, say it again. The pirate looked at the pirate with a sinister smile.

Charlotte frowned, and it was the pirate in charge of cleaning, Eagles, who was caught.

How did he get into trouble?

"I said Barlow, you stole my money!" Eagles grabbed the big big strong man's hand, trying to break free.

The hideous-looking pirate raised his right hand and slammed the butt of his rifle into Eagles' nose, blood splattering from his nostrils and splashing on the handcuffs and Barlow's face.

"Look at it again. Barlow licked the corners of his mouth, his bloodthirsty eyes growing mad, and he turned his hand and grabbed Eagles's neck vigorously, "See if I don't punch your face!"

It was getting harder and harder for Eagles to breathe, and his face was flushed, and he clutched the big hand around his neck, trying to breathe air, wanting to say something, but he couldn't do anything.

"I'll bet a gold coin, and Barlow will definitely kill him. "Fart, does he want to mess around? I'll bet two gold coins that Igs will be beaten half-crippled and thrown into the sea. At the moment, the surrounding pirates didn't seem to want to come forward to help, and even deliberately laughed.

"Say, what the are you saying!" the coaxing voice grew louder and louder, and Barlow's eyes became more and more crazy, "Don't say yes, then I'll teach you the last lesson of your life." ”

"Don't be suspicious of others, son of a bitch!" Barlow did not hesitate to take out another handcuff from his waist, lit the fuse with one hand, and pointed to Eagles's chest and heart.

Amid the exclamations and heckling of the pirates, the fingers on the trigger of the handcuff flexed.

At this moment, a dazzling silver light flickered from the onlookers and swept towards Barlow's right hand at an extremely terrifying speed.

Poof, bump!

After the thunderous sound, the pirates saw an iron dagger pierce Barlow's right wrist, causing the handcuff to deflect a few centimeters in the second moment of fire, and the bullet did not penetrate Eagles' heart, but into his right chest.

Sharp pain welled up in Barlow's head, and he let go of his hands and painfully covered his right wrist, which had been pierced by the dagger, and the handcuff fell to the ground with a thud.

"Who the fuck, is he?!" a loud roar echoed through the dining room, roaring like a beast, "Stand up, I'm going to crush you!"

"What's the matter, who threw the dagger?" A pirate watching from the crowd looked at the angry Barlow, and subconsciously touched the dagger hanging from his waist, only to find that there was nothing there.

"Who's stealing it..."

"His dagger is gone! he threw it!" a voice rose from the crowd, and everyone looked out to see a pirate still groping around his waist, confused.

"No, it's not! I didn't—" The pirate reacted immediately, but it was too late. Barlow drew his dagger from his right wrist and walked briskly towards him.

"It's you son of a bitch?!"