"Meow? Are they fighting amongst themselves?" Pizarro looked at Taylor, his smile widening, as if he were watching a good show.
Rudolph sighed and advised, "We must follow the rules, Taylor."
Taylor's eyes were bloodshot: "I don't want you to be looked down upon, boss!"
Taylor was genuinely angry.
They are so powerful, yet they are now surrounded by this group of marines. They have captured a major villain and should be treated as heroes, but now the marines' attitude is no different from that of the humans they encounter!
In that case, in that case...
"Then we might as well release Pizarro and join Blackbeard's side. At least we'll live comfortably and make those marines who look down on you pay the price, let them..."
"What should we do with them?"
"Let them die..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dagon suddenly elbowed Taylor in the mouth, sending him sprawling backward and knocking out a tooth.
"Brother Dagong!!"
Taylor looked up from the ground and stared at Dagon in disbelief.
He actually got beaten up?!
In all these years, when has he ever been attacked by his own people? Now, just for some navy personnel, is Dagon going to fight his own countrymen?!
But when he looked up, he realized something was wrong, because Dagon wasn't looking at him at all, but staring intently at the sky, his pupils constricted, as if he had encountered a formidable enemy.
Bessem, standing nearby, looked similar, but with his head down and cold sweat pouring down his face.
In the sky, a man wearing a white cloak and a gold suit appeared. As the breeze blew his hair and cloak, the gold clothes seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
The man looked down and just stared at Taylor.
"How's it going? Keep going."
The voice was very soft, but it sent a chill down Taylor's spine.
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