After hearing Hoth's words, Canbi's face didn't reveal any expression. Instead, he slowly stood up. Redbeard assumed that Canbi was truly admitting his mistake. Who knew, Canbi suddenly roared furiously.
"Are you guys ordering me around? You dare order me around? "
The tall and sturdy Canbi roared ferociously as he casually pulled out a two metre long, thick steel mace from his back. Then, he smashed it towards Hoth's head!
"In this world, the only one who can order me around is the boss. You two fools dare to disgrace yourselves here, and even want to throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?"
This mace was something Canbi had found and made do with. After all, he couldn't possibly carry Great Anchor by his side all the time. When his mace struck out, Hoth was utterly defenseless. He never expected that Canbi would actually act against him. In his haste, he could only yell loudly as he raised his sheathed saber by his waist to block. However, Canbi's current strength had even surpassed Blood-Anchor. Though Hoth possessed valiant strength, he could only suffer after being caught off guard.
Clang! Canbi's steel mace was slightly bent, while Hoth's sheathed saber was dented inwards. The remaining momentum of the mace didn't diminish as it smashed against Hoth's shoulder; shattering his scapula into smithereens. His shoulder directly caved in, and Hoth instantly released an incomparably mournful shriek.
Canbi had previously mingled amongst the lowest rung of Chevalle's pirates, and had suffered grievances and grievances. Without further ado, he grinned maliciously as he swept his mace across.
At this moment, Redbeard had already pulled out his saber to assist. However, his best course of action was still to strike at Canbi's throat. That way, the immobile Canbi would definitely withdraw his move. After all, he couldn't possibly use his throat to collide against the tip of the mace! Not only would he save Hoth, he would also occupy the initiative.
Yet, of all the things that Redbeard shouldn't have done, he was exceedingly confident as he used his own sword to block Canbi's mace. His strength was originally lower than Canbi's. Though his broadsword didn't fly out of his hand, he could already feel a tremendous force coursing through his arm. With great difficulty, he forcefully grasped the hilt of his broadsword and prevented it from flying out. Instead, the web between his thumb and forefinger had already been jolted into numbness and numbness, as a large gash was forcefully ripped open, causing a huge pool of blood to flow out.
Before Redbeard could regain his senses, several of Canbi's trusted aides had already fished out their muskets and opened fire, causing Redbeard to stagger backwards. After Canbi retracted his move, he casually followed up with a smash after a horizontal sweep. This strike directly sent Redbeard into a 270-degree somersault, before heavily crashing onto the deck. Then... Then, Canbi and his trusted aide swarmed in. Those two pitiful brats were too careless, and ended up being miserably captured alive. As for the rest, there was no need to speak of.
When Sheyan heard about this matter, he only said a few words in a flat tone.
"Not bad."
But then he added, "That's right.
"Since those two fools wished to rescue so badly, their relationship with Alan Dale definitely isn't shallow. There's a saying in my hometown, 'Share blessings and endure misfortune together'. Then strip them of their clothes, and hang them naked from the mast! "
Sheyan commanded, and his subordinates naturally obeyed.
As for Redbeard and Hoth, they were both alarmed and furious. They were alarmed at how Canbi could possess such formidable strength, and infuriated at the fact that a matter which seemed to be in the bag for them had been flipped upside down.
When their clothes were stripped off, they couldn't help but furiously roar and curse. Nobody could understand the feeling of being doubly humiliated. They obviously came here brimming with confidence to rescue others, yet they were reduced to the same fate as those they rescued. After suffering such horrifying humiliation, how could they raise their heads in front of their subordinates in the future?
Nevertheless, Canbi was truly vexed by their venomous curses, and ordered them to use their own socks to stuff up their buttocks. Thus, the world became tranquil.
This time, there were even more spectators. Indeed, Alan Dale should be thanking Redbeard and Hoth for rescuing him. With this, the spotlight would be on them, and he could at least take a breather from the heart of the storm.
Following that, Sheyan recalled another matter, and instructed his subordinates to strip those two unlucky bastards of their clothes, pants and other worldly possessions for him to inspect. However, it seemed like special storyline equipments weren't cabbages after all. Sheyan's eyeballs were sore from searching, yet he couldn't find any. Thus, he could only sigh.
In the next few hours, the Tortuga pirates feasted their eyes. Besides, the spectacle of the captain and first mate of a V class cruiser being stripped naked and hung upside down wasn't something one could frequently witness. What more, there was also the illustrious Alan Dale who was renowned amongst the pirates of Tortuga?
Nevertheless, just like a splendid stage play, since there was a beginning, foreshadowing, suspense and climax, there would definitely be an ending. If there wasn't an ending, then it would definitely be an eunuch. This splendid stage play directed by Sheyan, had entered its climax following the appearance of a group of people. Or perhaps, it could be said that it was nearing its end.
After his capable subordinates were hung naked on the mast for six hours, Sheyan's face was filled with dread.
The wealthiest merchant of Tortuga, the descendant of the author of the pirate codex, an expert who could stand on equal footing with the seven great pirate lords, Skrtel Husdar Bartholomew, had finally revealed himself. He appeared on the street by the pier, and strolled over step by step.
Amongst the seven great pirate lords, three of the pirate lords had the following evaluation of Skrtel:
Astute and astute, scheming before taking action. Not easily taking action, but once he takes action, he definitely has sufficient assurance!
Skrtel had prepared for a full 6 hours, and had obviously placed too much importance on Sheyan. How would he deal with this matter that caused him to lose face?
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Under the watchful gazes of the crowd.
Skrtel only brought along a single subordinate, and directly walked towards Sheyan's Hill Maiden?
The pirates couldn't believe their eyes, but in reality, that was indeed the case.
Skrtel was a plump brat, and one could tell he lived like a prince. He held a heather pipe in his mouth, and smiled at everyone he saw. His eyes squinted into slits when he smiled, and gave off an amiable appearance. He appeared to be a merchant, and the type that was extremely easy to talk to, and would rather suffer a loss than let others take advantage of him.
Instead, the person beside him had a deathly sullen expression, as though someone owed him a huge sum of money, and had owed him for a long time. This person looked unfamiliar, and many pirates who had been 'unemployed' for a long time, and had been fooling around in Tortuga's port and bars for long periods of time, wouldn't recognize him.
Nevertheless, Skrtel wasn't a fool. Since he dared to bring along a single person to this tyrannical ship, he naturally had something to rely on. Canbi boldly sat on a wooden chest by the side. After possessing strength, he naturally wouldn't place these two in his eyes. At present, with a single word from Sheyan, this brat whose confidence had soared greatly would even dare to pounce forward to kill Chevalle!
"What are you guys here for?"
Canbi slanted his eyes, and used his cutlass to pick at his fingernails.
"If you wish to see naked men, then do it at the pier. Don't dirty our deck. If you wish to rescue someone, then be mentally prepared to be hung from the mast together with those two!"
That rigid looking male beside Skrtel abruptly spoke out, and coldly asked.
"Who dares to impersonate a member of the Flying Dutchman?"
Although Canbi's horizons had broadened, upon hearing the words' Flying Dutchman ', he instantly felt a deep veneration. His imposing manner instantly slipped down, but after hearing that, he instinctively asked.
"Who is impersonating?"
Skrtel laughed heartily and replied.
"This is Mister Stillwell. He is usually in charge of the communications between the Flying Dutchman and the mainland. Usually, he has frequent dealings with us. If he isn't an impersonator, I can tell with a single glance."
Stillwell sneered and replied.
"Captain Jones' reputation is too great. Fools impersonating him exist everywhere. Last month, I caught three swindlers in Santo Domingo, and directly hung them on a cross nearby. If he isn't an impersonator, I can tell with a single glance."
As it turns out, ever since the sailors of the Flying Dutchman were cursed, they could only go ashore once every ten years. Yet they still had family members. Thus, they casually found this Stillwell, and made him responsible for converting the looted treasures of the ship, before mailing them to their family members. Furthermore, the Flying Dutchman's supplies, such as gunpowder, cannonballs and water, had to pass through his hands.
Skrtel was also a wily old fox. When he invited such a person over, he had already determined that this self-proclaimed sailor's greatest reliance was his identity as the 'Third Mate of the Flying Dutchman'. Skrtel didn't believe in such a coincidence. Someone would actually disappear for ten years, and suddenly reappear ….. therefore, his actions were undoubtedly taking drastic measures to deal with the problem!
Once Stillwell exposed Sheyan as a swindler, Skrtel would then seize the opportunity when the morale of the enemy sailors plummeted, and dispatch his men over. Then, he would legitimately take over this ship.
For a person of Skrtel's current status, he had to be reasonable in every aspect. If not, the merchants of Tortuga would feel fearful and insecure. It would affect the prosperity of the entire commerce, and could possibly be used by his opponents to seize the opportunity. First attacking the heart, then attacking the enemy's body. This was what Skrtel loved to do.
Just as Canbi was about to speak, Sheyan's voice drifted out from the ship's hold.
"Very well, I want to see who dares to slander me."
Very quickly, Sheyan strolled out from the ship's hold. Calmly surveying his surroundings, he asked Stillwell.
"Who, are, you?"
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