Hoffa didn't care about the rifle in the captain's hand, which posed no threat to him. He turned his head coldly, wanting to know who had hit him with the nut. Instead, he saw Chloe standing on the deck under the moonlight. She was wearing pajamas, with her hands on her knees, and panting.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?" Hoffa asked.
"I should be the one asking that question!"
She quickly walked to Hoffa's side, pointed at Matthew, and said, "Don't tell me you want to kill him."
"Bastard … Despicable guy …"
Matthew, who finally reacted, touched his ear. The blood made him furious. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it at Hoffa's heart.
His move was seen through instantly. Hoffa leaned to the side, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him up. Matthew lost his balance and was dragged to the ground. Hoffa then swung him up high.
The captain on the other side pulled the trigger, but he was hit in the waist by Matthew, and slammed into the wall with his gun.
Without waiting for Matthew to resist, he grabbed Matthew's hair and stepped on his calf. His posture was so ruthless that it was impossible for him to move.
"Stop!" Chloe stomped her feet. "Stop it!"
Hoffa's expression gradually became indifferent. He looked at Chloe, and a murderous aura gradually rose.
Chloe: "No killing, this is the bottom line, do you hear me?"
"Which eye of yours saw that I was going to kill someone?" Hoffa said softly. "Don't tell me what to do."
"I saw it, your hand turned into a blade."
"You have been following me for a long time."
"I knew you wouldn't let this go! You promised me, Hoffa. Come back with me. "
"These people are already thinking of ways to deal with us, do you know that? They are going to poison you tomorrow! "
"But you can't …"
"Can't I just kill him!?"
"Of course not."
Chloe stomped her foot anxiously. "If you kill him, what's the difference between you and him?"
A hole was poked in the peace that had been deliberately glossed over. The differences between the values of different professions were completely exposed. There was no longer any harmony, and the atmosphere became abnormally tense.
Hoffa sneered and said in disgust, "Don't talk to me about profound principles."
"You … Listen, Hoffa, if you kill everyone and pay such a price to sail the ship to England, I'd rather jump into the sea than go with you."
"Huh?"
At the same time, the sound of the violent conflict woke up the small ship. Soon, the door of the captain's cabin was crowded with people.
Mary and the group of refugee children were among them.
When Widow Mary saw Hoffa grabbing Matthew's hair with one hand, as well as the captain who had collapsed in the corner, she exclaimed and covered her mouth.
"You … What are you doing …?"
Seeing Mary, Matthew shouted as if he had grasped at a life-saving straw. "This guy is not going the same way as us. He ran onto the ship and wanted to change our course. He wants us to take us to the dangerous England. He is up to no good!"
The young widow gasped, looked at Hoffa, and took a few steps back in horror.
"You … You lied to me!? “
The plan was exposed.
Hoffa released his grip expressionlessly, and Matthew fell to the ground with a thud. Trembling, he crawled toward Mary.
"Mary … Madam Dean, madam, quick, let this guy leave here."
Mary looked at Hoffa and stammered, "So … so, there is no … no German wizard who is looking for Frank?"
Hoffa tilted his head and did not answer.
Chloe's eyes shifted between Mary and Hoffa, and she understood something. She stretched out her hand and wanted to help Mary, but she was pushed away.
She stepped back helplessly. "You … You are in cahoots. You lied to me together …"
"Hoffa, explain it to her."
Chloe anxiously ordered.
At this moment, everyone looked at the gray-haired boy in the middle of the captain's cabin with fear in their eyes. They seemed to be waiting for him to explain.
"Hmph …"
The boy in the crowd lowered his head and sneered.
His laughter was like a cold wind blowing through everyone's spine, sending chills down their spines.
He took a deep breath, raised his head, took a step forward, and stepped on Matthew's head, making him unable to move.
He bent down, grabbed Matthew's hair again, and pulled him up. At this moment, the entire iron cargo ship creaked under the powerful mental force field. Matthew's face was full of horror, and half of his pants were wet in an instant.
"So what if I am? So what if I am not? Do you really think I care what you think? No, you are wrong. In fact … I don't care what you think, and I don't care what the process is. "
Chloe staggered back and leaned against the railing.
The gray-haired boy in front of her felt like a stranger.
His cold gaze swept across everyone. "I used some means to show you some respect. But now, I'm not going to do anything. I don't care what means you use. In three days, I want to see the coastline of the British Isles. Otherwise, no one on this ship will live. "
After saying that, he punched Matthew in the face, breaking his nose. Blood spurted out, and Matthew collapsed on the ground, holding his nose and screaming.
Chloe screamed, "Stop it, Bach!"
"As you wish, Madam Nun."
Hoffa threw Matthew away like a broken sack, knocked Chloe's shoulder away, and left the captain's cabin, ignoring everyone.
.....
.....
Dawn came again.
The ship turned ninety degrees and headed straight for the British coastal area. But this time, there was no more laughter on the ship. It was replaced by a solemn and austere atmosphere. The violent and bloody incident in the captain's cabin was like an invisible haze, shrouding everyone's heart.
It was the wizard's fangs.
During breakfast, Chloe walked to Widow Mary's door with a plate. On the plate, there were a few pieces of bread and a glass of water Zizi.
Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A hoarse and uneasy voice came from behind the door. "Who is it?"
"It's me. Are you okay?"
Chloe asked through the door.
"Go away!"
The widow on the other side of the door said irritably.
Chloe sighed. "I'll put the food at the door."
"Wait a minute."
"I'm here."
"You … come in." The widow changed her mind.
Chloe opened the door and saw Mary huddled in the corner of the room, hugging her knees and not daring to move.
Chloe walked to her side and patted her on the shoulder. "Eat something," he said softly.
"Will he kill me?" the widow asked in fear. "If we don't reach England in two days."
"I won't let him do that. I promise you, "Chloe said in a low voice.
"What's the use?" Mary sobbed hysterically. "He won't listen to you. You can't control him!"
Looking at the frightened widow, Crowley didn't have any good ideas and could only continuously pat her back.
After sobbing for a while, the widow wiped her tears and took a deep breath. She patted her chest. "Calm down … calm down …"
She muttered to herself to calm down and thought for a while. "What does he like?"
Chloe was stunned.
"What did you say?"
"I asked you, what does he like?"
"I don't know what he likes."
"Isn't he your friend?"
"We've only known each other for less than a week."
Mary almost fainted. She clenched her teeth and climbed up with the help of the wall. She sat in front of the dressing table and trembled as she rummaged through the makeup box.
"What are you doing?"
Chloe asked.
Mary gritted her teeth. "What else can I do?" She said as she began to put on makeup. "I'll go find him tonight. It might be useful."
Chloe thought for a while before he realized what the widow was doing. Mary had put on a delicate white face and a cherry lipstick. After she was done, she took off her dignified black robe and put on a revealing red blouse and short hot pants. At first glance, she looked like she wasn't wearing any pants. It was quite erotic.
Chloe didn't know how to stop her. He sighed. "This is the only thing that won't work. Trust me."
"He's gay?" Mary was frightened.
"No … Listen, I don't know. I don't know him. But you don't have to look down on yourself."
"It's good that he's not that kind of person." The widow let out a sigh of relief. "Men are all the same. Frank beat Matthew when he was alive, but he never hit me."
She flipped her hair, took a deep breath, and stood up. She took out a small folding fan and covered half of her face. At this moment, she was more confident than ever.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time. "I'm going."
With that, the widow closed the door and left the room.
Chloe was left alone in the empty room. She sat on the bed in a daze. She didn't expect things to turn out this way. She couldn't stop Mary's choice, and she didn't know how to stop her. She was free to choose whatever method she wanted to obtain a sense of security.
However, less than three minutes later.
The door opened again.
Mary, with her face covered in exquisite makeup, stood at the door like a defeated dog. She slammed the door and threw the small fan on the dressing table in despair. She covered her face and said, "I'm finished … Why am I so unlucky?"
"What happened?"
Chloe asked hurriedly.
"I went to knock on his door, but he ignored me. He didn't even open the door."
"Okay …"
Chloe didn't know what to say. She had mixed feelings.
After being ignored, the widow began to cry helplessly. This time, she was really desperate. Her tears quickly messed up her carefully prepared makeup.
She walked around the room as she cried. "I'm dead … I'm dead … There are wars everywhere, and people are dying everywhere. My husband is dead, and now I have to meet a bad wizard. Why am I so unlucky …? Why am I so unlucky!? "
"Actually … You can come with me to England," the nun suggested.
The nun suggested, "My grandfather has a manor in England. As long as you come with me to England, I will convert the manor into a convent. We can live there together. "
"No … No, you must be in cahoots with that Bach." Hysterically, the young widow began to smash things in the room. She pointed at the nun's nose and said indiscriminately, "You guys worked together to deceive me. You wanted to trick me into going to England and then sell me. Then, the rest of my life would be spent in a brothel and become the plaything of countless ugly men! I … I would rather die than accept such an ending!! "
"Hey, what are you thinking in your head!?" Chloe sighed and rubbed her forehead helplessly. "Listen, if I was that kind of person, or that guy was that kind of person, you wouldn't have come back so quickly."
Her words made Mary silent.
Finally, she snorted. "It must be because he's not normal. If I go to Matthew like this, he will probably go crazy with joy. After Frank died, those idiots have been thinking about getting me into bed all the time. Hmph … They should take a piss and see what kind of trash they are! "
"Since you said so, let's give it a try. Maybe there will be a change. This kind of life where you have to live in fear all the time and give up your dignity … "
"England is too dangerous," the widow interrupted Chloe without hesitation. "Everyone knows that. The war there is the fiercest, and the people who die there are the most. "
"It doesn't matter. I have a great-great-great-grandfather who is very good to me. He has lived for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of terrible scenes. In terms of survival, no one can be first if he says he is second. "
The emotional Mary gradually stopped crying. "Are you serious? Your grandfather is also a wizard? "
"Speaking of which, I am actually a wizard too," the nun said softly.
"Prove it to me." The widow immediately demanded.
Chloe smiled bitterly. "I can't prove my ability, but I swear by my faith that I will never lie to you."
Looking at Chloe's lavender eyes, the widow finally calmed down completely. She said slowly, "You are different from him. You are different from all the people I have met."
The widow's expression changed from gloomy to sunny as she thought for a moment.
She was curious. "Is your grandfather very powerful? Are the other people in your family also wizards?"
Chloe sighed and said reluctantly, "He is the director of the Department of Mystical Affairs in the Ministry of Magic, which is roughly equivalent to the Muggles' Minister of Defense. If this can make you happier … "
"That's great!" The widow clapped her hands and laughed. If it weren't for the tear stains on her face, who would have thought that she was crying just now? "I will go to England with you."
"Yes, that's great."
Chloe forced a smile. She felt that something was wrong. Things were a little different from what she had imagined.
After a few seconds of happiness, the widow said worriedly, "But … I don't know anything.
"But … but I don't know anything. Will I be a burden to you if I go? I … I don't even know how to speak much English."
"It's okay." Chloe comforted her gently. "I can teach you."
"Really?"
"Really, I promise."
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