Violent coughs resounded one after another, as several ignorant drunkards stared dumbfoundedly at their wine cups. Because the rum within had suddenly turned crimson red, their brains still weren't able to comprehend what was going on. Only when they touched their mouths, nostrils and ears, did they come to a sudden realisation.
"Shit, why am I having a nosebleed?"
A nosebleed was fair to humans, be it yellow, white or black. Therefore, such matters were often overlooked.
Only when the drunkards lost control of their limbs, did they realize something was amiss.
Yet by the time they realized this, the grim reaper had already raised his scythe above their heads with a sinister smile.
Thus, the obstructions in front of Little Lord Fokke were swiftly swept away, as those who obstructed him succumbed to illness and died. As for Sheyan, he still had to weave through the crowd. Under such circumstances, the distance between him and Little Lord Fokke rapidly shrunk.
Yet when this incident occurred, to Sheyan who already knew the most terrifying aspect of Little Lord Fokke, he had already thought of a plan to deal with him.
He directly scuttled into an exceedingly bustling bar.
In this era, bars had multiple functions. Just like the massage parlors we have now, they also had functions such as foot washing, drinking tea, cupping, acupuncture, cleaning men's prostates, and so on. You could even choose to be massaged when you went in, or you could have her press and touch you, or you could have her press and touch you.
Therefore, apart from selling alcohol, the majority of the bars in Tortuga port also operated lodging, clubhouses and so on. There were also some bars that didn't engage in such businesses. Instead, they sold alcohol while operating casinos. There were also quite a few that engaged in sexual services.
At present, the bar Sheyan had entered was a place primarily responsible for gambling, while selling alcohol. Regardless of day or night, this place was flooded with gamblers, and could be said to be a daily rake in gold. Moreover, its location was exceedingly good. Coincidentally, it was located at the most bustling area of Tortuga, similar to Chongqing's Jiefang Monument, Beijing's Wangfujing, Hong Kong's Central, Chengdu's Chunxi Road and other districts. Hence, it wasn't hard to imagine that this bar had the backing of a major character.
The fatty meat of Tortuga port wasn't something a single person could devour. Apart from the 'Pirate Maestro' Skrtel whom Sheyan had previously interacted with, there were several other underground powers. Amongst them, the largest was one of the seven great pirate lords who had just suffered a crushing defeat – Chevalle's pirate group!
Because of their crushing defeat, their strength rapidly shrunk, and they needed to fiercely defend their interests. because they no longer had a path of retreat, and couldn't afford another defeat.
Sheyan glanced at Little Lord Fokke who was rushing over with large strides from 50-60 metres behind him, as well as the people around him who were vomiting due to the corrosive effects of the disease. He then pushed open the door of the bar, as his lips curled into a sneer. Then, he entered the casino.
Two burly men at the entrance were unfamiliar with Sheyan. Just as they were about to open their mouths, they were instantly slammed back by Sheyan with a heavy money pouch. Although the pouch was filled to the brim with gold guineas, they still smiled apologetically and led Sheyan inside. Sheyan was exceedingly familiar with this place, and after a few twists and turns, he disappeared into the crowd of gamblers who were stuffed like sardines.
Not even 10 seconds later, the bar's door was once again crudely pushed open with a bang. An indescribable chilling wind blew in, and the two burly men couldn't help but shiver. Following that, they stared into Little Lord Fokke's icy cold eyes that seemed to contain an endless snowfield.
"Scram."
These two burly men were pirates of Chevalle's pirate group, pirates who had been through hundreds of bloody battles. Upon witnessing Little Lord Fokke's fully armed appearance, they immediately had a bad premonition. This was a motherf * cking gambling place. If one were to carry a huge bag filled with gold guineas, they would definitely welcome him with open arms. Instead, he was dressed like he was entering a battlefield, wearing a full plate armour. Could it be that he was purposely throwing away his armour? That was simply akin to a person wearing silk stockings and wielding a cleaver running into a bank. Most likely, he harbored malicious intentions and wanted to rob.
Therefore, after hearing the two words' scram ', the two burly men very straightforwardly pulled a long face. Both of them were pirates who killed without batting an eyelid. Usually, standing here and smiling apologetically was already suppressing themselves to the limit. Hence, one of the burly men bluntly kicked towards Little Lord Fokke. Facing this steel can, he wasn't interested in testing the toughness of his armour with his fists.
Little Lord Fokke forcefully received this kick, before he flipped his hand and grabbed onto that burly man's calf. That burly man suddenly felt that he had lost all feeling in his kicking leg. One could distinctly observe a layer of faint blue ice extending upwards along his calf. Then, Little Lord Fokke's left hand tightened. Crack! Crack! That burly man's entire calf's flesh and bones instantly transformed into thousands of scarlet ice fragments!
That burly man instantly released an incomparably mournful shriek. This wasn't because of pain, but because the nerves in his calf had been completely frozen and necrotic. Instead, it was due to his body's instinctive reaction after witnessing the tragic scene of his calf being shattered into pieces. Following that, a guest in the casino suddenly propped his hands against the gambling table, and violently vomited. Then, some bent over with blood gushing out from their nostrils. Others directly collapsed to the ground, groaning and rolling about, as they lost control of their bowels.
After the defeat of Chevalle's pirate fleet, they had always been on guard against others who would strike them while they were down to snatch their territory. Hence, numerous pirates were garrisoned within this casino-rich casino, and were constantly on guard against any sudden assaults from other pirates. At present, upon hearing the chaos within the casino, all the hired thugs immediately rushed out.
In a flash, gunshots, furious curses and sounds of fighting flooded the casino. The crew of Chevalle's pirate fleet was exceedingly valiant. After all, they were the subordinates of one of the seven great pirate lords. At present, even if they couldn't compare to the crew of the three legendary pirate ships, they were at most a notch inferior!
At this moment, Little Lord Fokke caught sight of the nearby Sheyan, who appeared to be half-kneeling on the ground in incomparable agony. He appeared to be violently vomiting, and appeared to have fainted. It should be his illness acting up. Instantly, Little Lord Fokke's heart was brimming with the delight of vengeance! At present, Little Lord Fokke was about to capture this audacious thief. Instead, a torrent of lead bullets rained down on his body, causing sparks and pockmarks to scatter all over his plate armor. Instead, the hired thugs of Chevalle's pirate fleet had tightly entangled him.
You …... damnable ants! You actually obstructed my advancement!
A surge of fury ignited within Little Lord Fokke's heart! Instantly, an ice shield materialized in front of his hands, blocking off the majority of the incoming attacks. Then, one could observe large amounts of black aura seeping out from his body; wriggling like snakes and worms as they pounced towards the surrounding people!
Yet not long after, they started coughing violently, or clutching their heads in agony. Then, they coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Little Lord Fokke coughed hoarsely twice, before resuming his stride. Then, he casually stomped on the frozen head of a nearby thug, shattering it into smithereens! Yet at this moment, a figure suddenly leapt down from the second floor of the bar. This figure had always been concealed within the shadows of a pillar. Now that his stature had appeared, his silhouette was exceedingly tall. His palms appeared rather shriveled, as though they were merely skin and bones. Yet, his joints were thick and powerful.
Within his palms, was an exceedingly distinctive wheel blade.
This wheel blade was pitch-black, and its edges were peerlessly incisive. Strangely, when it slashed towards Little Lord Fokke, it didn't emit any sound of wind, nor did it possess any form. Instead, it left behind a broad shadow of death, rippling with a scarlet flash within the darkness!
A flash of a blade!
Yet for unknown reasons, when this figure brandished his wheel blade, his chest heaved up and down, and he couldn't help but cough out.
This provided Little Lord Fokke with a buffer.
Then, he seized the opportunity to grab onto a nearby person, and used him as a shield.
Wherever the wheel blade passed, the person Little Lord Fokke used as a shield was cleaved into two. His corpse naturally spurted out fresh blood!
Even so, Little Lord Fokke's right shoulder armour was slashed by the wheel blade. Amidst the ear piercing scraping sounds, sparks spurted out 2-3 feet long from the wheel blade, as a terrifying wound was inflicted onto his armour! Evidently, the wheel blade had injured his flesh. However, one couldn't see his flesh through the cracks of his armour, and only a black aura surged out.
Then, the wheel blade borrowed the rebounding force to cleverly bounce back. With a light flick from that figure's fingers, it once again slashed towards Little Lord Fokke's mask. At this moment, Little Lord Fokke pulled out his own ice blade, and clashed against the wheel blade!
Instantly, a thin layer of ice congealed on the surface of the wheel blade, before it bounced back. However, the ambusher finally couldn't restrain his coughs. Instead, it wasn't blood that flowed out from Little Lord Fokke's shoulder injury, but an oily black liquid. It was like a rotting corpse that had been crushed into meat paste, and mixed with formalin. Furthermore, one could observe the illusory image of the wheel blade occasionally appearing on his wound, as it continued to frenziedly slice at his wound!
"Withdraw!" That ambushing figure only uttered a single word. However, through the gaps of his fingers that were covering his mouth, one could clearly see blood seeping out! It was as though uttering that single word had exhausted a tremendous amount of his strength!
With that command, all the pirates immediately retreated like the receding tide, cleanly retreating! Even the corpses and weapons of their fallen comrades were taken away. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to cast your recommendation votes or monthly votes at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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