No...you...ah? Are you so confident?

There are not many people on your boat, and they are all ladies. And you just rush up and engage in hand-to-hand combat?

There are at least several hundred people on that ship. How can you guys do that? ? ?

ah?

Capibala really felt like crying but had no tears. He had managed to survive with great difficulty.

But he didn't dare to say these words out loud, so he could only comfort himself in his heart:

"I should have died before, but I am lucky to be alive now."

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, looked at several other companions who had similar thoughts, and solemnly warned:

"Be careful in the next battle and don't be reckless."

The other crew members nodded one after another. Eros was somewhat surprised to see this scene.

I couldn't help but look up to this treasure hunting organization called the Golden Apple Treasure Group.

This group of people did not know their own strength. In their opinion, this should be a fatal operation.

It is really rare that he did not retreat even though he knew he was going to die.

Not everyone can face death calmly.

If it were an ordinary person, he would try his best to persuade himself, or even take action against himself and others, to make himself stop that crazy behavior.

Fannie, who had been silent all this time, opened her mouth after listening to their entire conversation, but didn't know what to say.

In the end she remained silent.

On the Prawn, George roared gloomily as he looked at the four large holes on his beloved ship:

"Why don't you leave now? Do you want to stay here and be a target?"

"But, Captain, we have already increased the speed to the maximum." The subordinate's face was full of grievance and confusion.

The highest? You call this turtle-like speed the highest?

At this speed, an eighty-year-old lady walking with a cane and carrying a big black wild boar on her shoulder would be faster than the current speed of the ship, right? George was shocked.