Groggy and didn't know how long he had been asleep, Zheng Mang woke up and turned around.

I wanted to move, but I found that I couldn't. When I opened my eyes, my body was already tied to a plank. The thumbs of both hands were still firmly wrapped around a thin wire.

What's going on?

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I wanted to speak, but a rag was gagged in my mouth.

I don't know what the rag is for, it's salty and astringent in my mouth anyway. Zheng Mang tried hard to push it out with his tongue, but he couldn't push it out.

Zheng Mang struggled hard, and his body jumped like a fish. But no matter how hard you struggle, you can't move a bit. Especially the thumbs that are entangled in wire, as long as they struggle with the thin wire, they will tighten the inside of the flesh.

The skin was worn out, and there was no flesh on the fingers. The wire was stuck directly on the bone, and it hurt so much that a cold sweat broke out in Zheng Mang's head.

The severe pain made him give up the struggle, because the struggle had no result but the pain it caused him.

Zheng Mang is a gentleman, but he is not stupid. He knew he was in big trouble this time!

That Jiro Ono is not a good bird, and maybe that guy is not called Jiro Ono either. Growing up in the Wa Kingdom since childhood, Zheng Mang certainly knows. In addition to the samurai, the Wa Kingdom is also rich in another species, that is, the ronin.

Most of the Japanese people who were rampant in southeast China were ronins.

These ronins are farmers who have lost their land!

Those Ming people of the Warring States fought back and forth, and the guys who won the battle naturally divided the house and land, and Yo Xi was big.

Those who lose the battle will be unlucky, and the family's house, land, and even the wife will be robbed by others. These samurai who have lost their land are ronin!

Without land, there would be no jobs. Without a wife and a house, it can be regarded as bankruptcy.

The lack of a job and bankruptcy make these ronins desperate.

In the past, the sea was very chaotic, and everyone was grabbing everywhere with knives.

Now the sea is much calmer, and the Ming Navy will be killed if you grab a knife. So these guys turned into international trade. And he is engaged in a wide range of businesses, from human trafficking to pouring fruits, anyway, what to make money.

Of course, in some unknown dark corners, they will also return to their old business and do a lot of murder and overkill.

Every year, the floating corpses in the sea are not all shipwrecked crew members.

Inside this dark, damp, and possibly filthy cabin is the little corner of the legend that no one knows.

Maybe it was just for Zheng Mang to struggle, and something was moving. But it's not the sound of human footsteps!

He wasn't sure what it was, but soon he heard a "woo" "woo". It seems that not far away, there is also a person struggling.

Soon he knew why the man was struggling, because he heard the "squeak" "squeak" scream. A wriggling little thing crawled on top of him, perhaps it was the bleeding thumb that attracted the little thing.

Zheng Mang only felt a pain in his thumb, and then his body struggled violently again.

There are constant "squeaks" and "squeaks" all around, and I don't know how many rats are there. Anyway, Zheng Mang thinks that there are many, many more.

The rat kept gnawing at his body, and when he grabbed a place to take a bite, Zheng Mang would struggle violently a few times. Soon, Zheng Mang's body was soaked with sweat.

It's sticky, its mouth is blocked, and it breathes through its nose.

He heard another heavy breathing sound not far away, presumably another unlucky man who had been bitten by a rat like himself.

Zheng Mang was terrified, if he continued like this, he might be bitten alive by rats.

He didn't want to be a skeleton that had been eaten by rats!

Shout!

Can't shout!

He didn't even have the strength to struggle, and as soon as his eyes closed, he was ready to accept his fate.

Arms, thighs, and even faces were attacked by rats. He could even feel the bleeding in these places.

The hatch creaked open, and a light shone in. The rats burrowed into the corner, staring at the few who were disturbing their meal.

The oil lamp illuminated Ono Jiro's face, and he walked up to Zheng Mang's side, looking at Zheng Mang with unblinking eyes.

Now Zheng Mang is extremely embarrassed, a piece of meat has been lost on his face by a mouse, and blood is flowing down his cheeks. There are two annular wounds on both thumbs, and the wounds are deep enough to see the bone.

Taking off the rag from Zheng Mang's mouth, Jiro Ono asked in pure Damin official words, "Who are you?" ”

"Let me go!" Zheng Mang gasped for breath and spit out three words.

Ono Jiro took the candle in the hands of his subordinates, and with a slight tilt of his hand, the hot wax oil dripped on the wound on Zheng Mang's face.

"Ahh Zheng Mang immediately screamed loudly.

"What I ask, what you answer. Got it? Otherwise, you will suffer.

I thought you had a package full of silver coins, which was a lot of money. But I didn't expect that you actually brought a pack of Daming gold coins.

I'm curious, who the hell are you? ”

Ono Jiro looked through the backpacks that Zheng Mang and the dog legs were carrying, and only the backpack carried by the dog legs contained more than 200 Ming silver coins. And the backpacks carried by the two people were all Daming gold coins.

According to the ratio given by the Daming Bank, one Daming gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred Daming silver coins. Generally speaking, they are used for large transactions.

On weekdays, the people rarely have access to Daming gold coins.

This guy actually brought two packs of no less than 600 Daming gold coins, and he couldn't make so much money after ten years of international trade.

Jiro Ono then went down to the cabin on the ground floor to see who this guy was locked up.

The flame of the candle was very close to the wound, and Zheng Mang could smell the smell of his flesh being burned.

"I say! I say! My name is Zheng Mang, my father's name is Zheng Zhihu, and my uncle is Zheng Zhilong, Minister of Water and Power of Daming. My cousin is Zheng Sen, the young master of Honglu Temple, and I advise you to let me go quickly. Otherwise......!

My uncle and my brother know about it, and you all will die. Zheng Mang felt that as long as he reported the names of his uncle and cousin, these Japanese people would naturally let them go.

After all, the Zheng family is a long-established brand among pirates.

Now that he has become a high-ranking official and dignitary of the Ming Dynasty, the people who ran to the sea offended the Zheng family, and it was not much worse to follow up the Hades Palace.

Sure enough, Jiro Ono's face changed.

If this guy is really from the Zheng family, then it will be a big trouble. After all, the Zheng family was once the maritime hegemon of the whole of East Asia.

Although he is not the overlord of the sea now, it is still not a problem to take out a small pirate gang of a dozen or so people.

"Boss! If he is really from the Zheng family, then we ......! One of his subordinates was terrified and nervously pulled Ono Jiro's clothes. It seems that the prestige of the Zheng family is still very scary.

"Boss, if we let him go, we'll only die worse." Another guy in a kimono reminded.

Ono Jiro didn't doubt what Zheng Mang said, he could see that this kid was very tender. At such a young age, he can carry so much money on his body.

It must be a young master from a big family who ran away from home!

Now he has to make up his mind, a determination to kill Zheng Mang.

Because he knew very well that he was going to die no matter what.

With the connections of the Zheng family, it is not difficult to find him. Now that Zheng Mang is killed or Zheng Mang is released, it is difficult to say which will be more miserable.

Anyway, if you catch this guy, your future fate will only be miserable and very miserable.

There is a kobold military division in every gang, and generally this kind of person can be mixed up to do it.

At this time, it is necessary to reflect the value of the dog-headed military division!

A guy with a samurai bun walked over and looked at Zheng Mang from top to bottom.

"Boss! Looking at his fine skin and tender meat, it is estimated that he is telling the truth. I also heard that the Zheng family has a gentleman named Zheng Mang.

He is the son of Zheng Zhibao, because Zheng Zhibao died early, so he is very favored by Zheng Zhilong. In the Zheng family, he was cared for, and at the same time, he became a big scourge in Fuzhou City, but he didn't know how to get to Jimo. ”

"I arrived in Jimo by airship from the capital." Zheng Mang heard this and hurriedly shouted. He was afraid that Jiro Ono would burn him with a candle again!

"That's amazing! I can ride an airship. The dog-headed military advisor looked at Zheng Mang with a smile.

"Boss! We kidnapped him, I'm afraid we can't mix in East Asia. ”

"So where do we go? Southeast Asia or Australia, or is it the territory of Indians, Arabs, red-haired people, and yellow-haired people? Jiro Ono frowned.

"None of them!

I heard that the Ming Dynasty already had something called a telegraph, and the order was to set off from the capital, but it could be delivered to Xinjiapo in a quarter of an hour.

Let's take him with us, I'm afraid it will soon be intercepted by the Ming Navy. If we are caught by the Ming Navy, we will all die without a place to be buried. ”

"What then?"

"The only place we can go now is Jinshan!"

"Jinshan? You mean, the North American territories of the former British? Jiro Ono asked suspiciously.

"Yes! I heard that a ship carrying Southeast Asian laborers had crossed the ocean to North American territory.

The territory of North America has been expanding over the years, and they have discovered gold deposits near the ocean. It is said that there is a lot of gold stored there, and it looks like there is a mountain of gold underground.

We can't go in any direction, so we can only cross the ocean to the territory of North America.

With these Ming gold coins, we can buy a bigger and better ship. If we can find gold, then we will make a fortune.

Anyway, except for the North American territory, we will be caught by Daming wherever we go. Their Zheng family is now a high-ranking official and dignitary of the Ming Dynasty, and they can use the naval power of the Ming Dynasty.

In East Asia, no one can escape the pursuit of the Ming Navy. ”

Jiro Ono knew he had no choice. If you can find gold in Jinshan, you can get a place to stand anyway.

Otherwise, if you mix on the ground in East Asia, it is estimated that you will not live for more than a month.

"Tie them both to a stone and throw them into the sea." Now that the decision has been made, Jiro Ono doesn't do anything, and simply kills people.

At this time, Zheng Mang saw clearly that it was his dog's leg that was squirming on the other side. This guy is obviously worse than himself, with two arms hanging and two legs like noodles.

The two feet twisted like twists in a strange posture, and at a glance, it was clear that these two legs and two arms had been broken.

"Nope! No! Don't kill me, don't kill me. I'll give you money, our Zheng family is very rich. As long as you go to Jingshi to find my uncle, or go to Fuzhou to find my uncle, I will give you how much money you want.

As long as you make an offer, the Zheng family will definitely not make a counteroffer. When Zheng Mang heard that he was going to throw himself into the sea, he was immediately frightened.

But now that he is being helped, it is impossible to kneel on the ground and kowtow.

"Looking for your uncle? Looking for your uncle? Then even if we take the money, we won't have the life to spend it. The dog-headed military advisor smiled and slammed the scabbard in his hand on Zheng Mang's ankle bone.

"Ah......h Zheng Mang screamed like a pig.

The sheath of the dog-headed military advisor smashed Zheng Mang's ankle bone with this draw, and it shattered Zheng Mang's ankle bone.

"Don't waste it, I have a friend who specializes in begging business in Yokohama. It's just to get some disabled people and put them on the street to beg. There are many well-wishers, and every day they receive a lot of money.

When we get to Jinshan, we can do the same. After all, it's a long-term income. The kobold military advisor smiled and suggested to Jiro Ono.

"How much money can this have, let's cut the grass and eradicate the roots." The little minion on the side suggested.

"Huh! That's a lot of money, and you'll know when the time comes. ”

"But what if they confess us, if Da Ming knows, we won't even be able to stay in the North American territory."

"It's okay! We gouged out their eyes and pierced their eardrums. Cut off their tongues, cut off their hands and break their feet.

In this way, we are not afraid that they will betray us, and in addition, it will be a little more miserable, and it will attract more sympathetic people to give alms. The dog-headed military advisor stepped on Zheng Mang's short legs.

Before Zheng Mang could beg for mercy, he roared out first.

"We can also burn their faces with fire so that they look even worse. Let's just say that they were burned like this by the fire. A minion immediately became excited.

"Huh! You're a clever kid, and that's it. Let's hurry to Kyushu, fill up with coal and water, and let's go to the North American territory.

Raise the sails and save as much coal as you can. Ono Jiro thought that since he was going to the North American territory, he was not afraid of them giving him up. It's good to have a long-term source of money and food, and there will be kind-hearted people wherever you are.

Jiro Ono, the dog-headed military division and others quickly walked out. Leave only two minions behind and complete the task of "transforming" two people.

"Please! Please, don't do this to me. I am the son of the Zheng family, and I will give you as much as you want. You go to my uncle, you go to my cousin Zheng Sen...... Yes......! ”

It is clear that it is useless to beg for mercy in front of these ronins. The ronin who was lying on his stomach sneered, as soon as the dagger in his hand was slashed, one of Zheng Mang's eye sockets was empty.

His eyes fell to the ground, still terrified.