Reef's expression changed. According to British customs, throwing gloves signified a duel, this was a 'legal barbaric act'. Concurrently, Sheyan received a notification from his nightmare imprint.
"You received an important storyline character – Will Turner's duel request!"
"Do you accept?"
Sheyan hesitated a little, immediately inquiring.
"If I reject, what losses will I suffer?"
Instead, the nightmare imprint's reply was extremely straightforward.
"Insufficient authority, unable to inquire."
Sheyan carefully pondered, his reputation amongst the pirates was already close to 'Worship', while Will Turner was merely an unknown little apprentice. Fang Zhouzi's questioning of HH was already enough to leave him battered and bruised. But if any random commoner were to question him, then he would definitely ignore you. Thinking of that, Sheyan directly chose to reject. Indeed, there was no losses, it seemed like the disparity between their reputations was too great.
Will Turner realized his duel request was rejected, his expression turned even uglier. He stared at Sheyan and seriously declared.
"If you dare to harm Elizabeth, I will definitely stab this sword into your heart!"
After speaking, he left without turning back. Sheyan sighed in his heart, Will Turner was a variable he didn't anticipate. But ultimately, he was still a human and not a god, it was impossible for everything to be smooth sailing. Everyone would bow down and call him big brother. Falling out with Will Turner was within his expectations.
But what made him feel thorny was, if Will Turner was just a nuisance, then Chris was a scourge. Because as a contestant, he understood everything clearly, and knew much more than other contestants. If he was deliberate, he would be the greatest potential threat to Sheyan's plans!
Nuisances could be endured, but if a scourge wasn't eliminated, then it would become a mortal calamity!
This was definitely not a situation Sheyan wished to see. Thinking of that, Sheyan inquired the two guards about the address of Chris's shop, then led his subordinates and left.
To a person like Chris, he simply couldn't be given any time to breathe or buffer. Otherwise, after painstakingly operating in the Pirates of the Caribbean world for so long, he would definitely be defeated by Chris' counterattack.
Although this was the first time the majority of his subordinates were visiting Port Royal, one mustn't ever forget that Philip and the rest were military officers who had previously served in Port Royal. Although they weren't direct subordinates of Norrington, they were still considered local tyrants in Port Royal. Before they came, they had already given Sheyan a comprehensive and detailed introduction. Therefore, Sheyan was now very clear about all kinds of unscrupulous schemes.
Of course, Sheyan wouldn't foolishly charge into Chris's shop to seek trouble. That would only provide an excuse for Norrington's marines to intervene. There were many ways to defeat a person, and taking their life was only the most direct way. However, there were many other ways to achieve the same goal.
In this current situation where it wasn't convenient for him to act, Sheyan decided to employ another method to bring down Chris. Right now, he was searching for a professional who was proficient in such methods.
He led the group of men along a small path paved with fine cobblestones, as they strolled towards Port Royal's fish market. One had to admit, the filth and disarray of this place was a stark contrast to the clean and beautiful Port Royal.
As soon as they got close, the air was filled with a pungent fishy and rancid smell. The broken bricks on the ground were filled with dirty black water, mixed with scarlet blood and pale fish scales. People had to stand on their tiptoes to see where their feet would land every time, so that they would not step into the nightmare-like filth.
After shuttling through the massive crowd, Sheyan and the rest passed by fish stalls one after another. Many people stared at them with distrust and vigilant gazes. It was probably because this place was filled with thieves and bandits.
The group finally arrived at the cleanest and most comfortable location of this fish market. Sheyan cast an inquiring glance towards the veteran Ol 'Seadog, who had travelled extensively for many years. Ol' Seadog nodded. Then, Sheyan signalled Canbi with his eyes, as Canbi bluntly kicked open the half-opened door.
Undoubtedly, such a crude and direct method of opening the door was exceedingly effective. Instantly, one could see a few gambling fellows abruptly leaping up in fright. When they ascertained that the intruder wasn't a legal officer or a marine dressed in red and white, they instantly became bolder.
Some slammed tables and smashed chairs, while others tore open their robes to reveal sabers strapped to their waists. Their expressions were ferocious as they staggered forward.
"Oi! This is a private residence, are you courting death? Hand over your money and scram! "
Very quickly, they froze on the spot, as three ice-cold musket muzzles were pressed against their foreheads. Compared to the pirates who killed without batting an eyelid, these local ruffians were far inferior in terms of aura. Ol 'Seadog shrugged his shoulders and replied.
"Darlings, you guys are truly lucky. My mood today is pretty good, and I don't wish to stain my new clothes with blood. Where's your boss, Wilson? I have matters to discuss with him. "
Wilson was currently selling fish at a nearby fish stall. Under Norrington's iron fist, even hoodlums had to have their own profession to conceal their identities. Take Wilson for example, he would collect a fish daily from the fish seller as protection fee, before selling off the fish at his own fish stall. Hence, when he heard his underling crying about someone looking for him, he hastily rushed back.
"It's you? Canbi? You've got guts eh. Although Norrington is currently out attacking the pirates, I reckon he'll be back soon to replenish his supplies. Why aren't you leaving? Do you wish to be hung to death on the reef outside? "
Canbi rolled his eyes and replied.
"Cut the crap. Do you want a 100 guineas job?"
Upon hearing the words' 100 guineas', the eyes of the hoodlums shot out a peculiar glint; like dogs that had smelled the aroma of bones. Canbi impatiently tossed out a money pouch, as dazzling gold coins flowed out.
"20 guineas in advance, 80 guineas after the job is done."
Wilson swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as he caressed the glossy gold coins with his fingers. One could tell that he was exerting tremendous willpower to restrain his desires, as he replied with difficulty.
"You should know that I don't accept jobs that involve killing."
Ol 'Seadog replied with a hoarse voice.
"Nobody wants you to kill. There's a shop owner on the street that has offended us. Therefore, our boss believes that he no longer needs to continue doing business."
Wilson's spirit stirred as he asked.
"Which shop is it?"
"No.10, Nathan Road. That shop called Faith Trading Company."
Ol 'Seadog glanced at Sheyan and replied.
Wilson recalled for a moment, then grabbed the money pouch beside him and laughed maniacally.
"Fine! There are only 2-3 trading companies that I dare not touch. I'll accept this job. "
*****
At present, Chris's heart was filled with trepidation. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that his encounter with Sheyan would be akin to a mouse encountering a cat! Initially, he had painstakingly built up his network of connections, yet Sheyan had effortlessly played it down; breaking it with a casual wave of his hand!
Under such circumstances, Chris felt that Sheyan was unfathomable, and even felt that he was unrivaled!
Presently, his only consolation was that his relationship with Will Turner had deepened by a step.
Furthermore, when this handsome lad noticed his miserable expression, Will Turner took the initiative to console him. If those scoundrels dared to stir up trouble, Will Turner would definitely lend a helping hand. This caused Chris's heart to feel much better.
After contemplating for a while, Chris still believed that Sheyan wouldn't dare to commit murder in Port Royal. Once Sheyan dared to resort to violence, the incoming guards wouldn't be easy to provoke. Besides, Chris had always paid his taxes to the Governor on time every month. Furthermore, he had to admit that Norrington was a person who adored order and force, and the security of Port Royal had always been excellent.
Just as Chris was feeling relieved, he suddenly heard a loud crash from the front. His heart instantly clenched as he hastily sprinted out. However, several people were already shouting outside. "Someone's dead, someone's dead!"
Kerry's heart suddenly convulsed in horror. When he walked out, he suddenly felt his vision turning dark. He saw that in front of the shop, the most expensive Chinese porcelain had been smashed into pieces on the ground. The invited waiter was standing at the side in horror, constantly trembling. On the ground, there was a person lying face down. Blood was flowing out from his head, and soon it accumulated into a puddle.
When the waiter saw Chris, he instantly sprinted over as though he had seen his savior. With a trembling voice, he exclaimed.
"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone! He fell down himself. "
At present, a huge crowd had already rushed in. As the saying goes, the potential of gossip didn't differentiate between men, women, age, race, or nationality. Incessantly pointing and discussing spiritedly, they witnessed such a rare sight in Port Royal. The rage accumulated in Chris's heart finally erupted as he roared.
"Get out, get out, all of you scram!"
Almost simultaneously, a plump and skinny marine dressed in red and white uniforms walked in. Both of them had stern faces as they spoke.
"Mister Chris, someone has just arrived to accuse you of selling smuggled goods, and being suspected of murder. Please make a trip with us to answer the inquisition of the honorable judge. Every word you speak now can be used as evidence in court! " If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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