Chapter Thirty-One: Leaving Hong Kong to Collect

  The pirates of the Inferno saw the man they thought was like a god of war fall, and there was a commotion on the deck as they all rushed over to see what had happened.

  Lao Bai turned his head and glared at them: "What are you looking at? Get back to your own posts!"

  Although Da Hu Zi was seriously injured, his prestige remained. With one shout, the pirates immediately returned to their positions, but they couldn't help sneaking glances at Nia and Tang Jie in her arms.

  At this time, everyone on the Hell's Number remembered their hero, remembering that young black-haired man with a strange name.

  What's wrong with him? Will he be okay?

  Even some of Wales' subordinates were convinced by Tong Jie's calm and fearless courage, no one on the Hell's Gate cared about Wales' fate, although he was once the strongest and most intimidating man on this ship.

  Only occasionally would pirates think of Wells and Henry: after Wells lost his bet with Donger, where did he go? And what about Henry? Where did he go again?

  This thought flashed by, like a seagull flying across the sky, leaving no trace behind.

  No one will pay attention to the outcome of a loser.

  Cheng Wang defeated the bandits, and the survival rule on the sea is very simple.

  Tang Jie successfully rescued Captain Bar in an impossible situation and became the uncrowned king of this ship.

  He replaced Bal and became the captain of the Hell Ship, it was just a matter of time.

  ……

  After a night of gunfire, with the departure of the Hell's Gate, Dam Harbor gradually returned to calmness. The early-rising seagulls flew over the harbor, from time to time making a clear and crisp cry, everything seemed peaceful as if nothing had happened.

  Only on the docks of the harbor, some wounded soldiers lay in a pool of blood, emitting low moans, as if reminding people that an intense battle had just broken out here.

  Emma hid in a dark corner, gazing far away at the harbor, her eyes fixed on the Hell's number that had already disappeared beyond the horizon, her expression changing, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

  She had been watching Tangie like a demon, from the streets to the dock, under the pursuit of countless guards, in an desperate situation where there was no escape, she escaped in a shocking way. Emma and everyone who witnessed this scene were deeply shocked.

  Although Darmstadt is a heavily fortified border town of the Duchy of York, it has been peaceful for over a hundred years, and the people living here have long forgotten what war and slaughter are.

  Especially Emma, an ordinary civilian girl, her life should have been a dull and uneventful growth, marrying someone without any waves. With her looks, she might even marry into a noble family or a wealthy merchant in the future, then give birth to children and live out her life in peace.

  But even Emma herself did not know that when she met Tong Jie, her life had already changed.

  This man suddenly burst into her life, disrupting her peaceful life and disturbing her calm mind.

  Emma gazed blankly at the sea, as if yearning for that majestic figure, until the morning light shone on her and she felt a warmth. She unconsciously tightened her grip on the wooden barrel, and it was only then that the young girl came back to her senses.

  Emma's cry was like waking up from a dream.

  An ordinary yet beautiful girl only came to realize that in this world, apart from those greedy guards who only know how to take advantage of others, filthy dockworkers, and unscrupulous merchants with their bellies full of food, there actually existed men like him who remain calm in the face of adversity, fight against overwhelming odds with a straight face!

  Emma bit her lip, finally turned around, took a last look at the sparkling sea surface, and walked into the complex and winding alley.

  She must deliver it to her father before his breakfast in his bosom has thoroughly cooled down.

  These labyrinthine streets, which seemed incredibly complex to outsiders, were as familiar to Emma as her own home. The young girl ran along, her bright blue eyes misty with a layer of water vapor.

  He has a head of hair as black as night, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars, but why are his eyes also black?

  And why was he being chased by those guards?

  Those guards are all rascals; if he's being chased by rascals, then he must be a good guy.

  The girl, who usually doesn't smile or talk much, had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. She was wearing a light gray long dress and running quickly with her dark brown hair flying lightly, like a spirit dancing in the morning harbor.

  Soon Emma arrived at the bridgehead tower of Jelaluddin's prison, and before she even approached, Emma found that countless guards had already surrounded this place into an airtight iron bucket.

  Emma took a distant look, and a faint sense of unease flashed in her heart. She rushed to the outside of the guarded wall, tiptoed and looked inside, only to see that the drawbridge had been burned into a charred broken bridge, with a section in the middle already gone, leaving an empty space.

  Emma's heart skipped a beat as she grabbed one of the guards nearest to her and asked, "Excuse me, what happened here?"

  The guard lowered his head and impatiently pushed her away: "Get out, there's just been a prison break! This is a restricted area, anyone who approaches will be killed!"

  Emma took a step forward and said loudly: "My father is still inside, he is Tranel Sia, do you have any news about him?"

  One of the squad leaders turned his head, looked her up and down: "It's Emma, your father is dead. Go back quickly, don't stay here, or you'll be caught and your life won't be spared!"

  Emma felt as if she had been struck on the head, her body swayed and she exclaimed: "This is impossible, you're cheating me, aren't you? You must be cheating me, right?"

  Sergeant Shiller Field took Emma aside, his face piled up with hypocritical smiles, and sighed: "Emma, I know you must be very sad. But Xia is indeed dead, many brothers can testify to it. Ah, look at what I said, your family will definitely have a hard time in the future? Don't worry, don't worry, I'll come to take care of you often in the future, alas, how will you live as a widow and orphan in the future?"

  Tranel Wester, he's an ordinary man who can easily get lost in the crowd. But to Emma, he's her sky and the pillar that holds up her home.

  Although Trunnel Western often scolded his mother and called his sisters a bunch of good-for-nothing freeloaders, he would get drunk and beat her and her mother. A man like that is not a good father.

  But precocious Emma knew that her mother spent every day at home spinning flax into rope, which she then sold to unscrupulous merchants at the port for a pittance, barely earning enough in a month to keep herself alive.

  Terence Xia, although an ordinary prison guard, had a monthly salary of at least three silver coins, which was the family's entire economic pillar.

  Trannel's death had dragged Emma into a dark and icy abyss.

  What should we do about our family life from now on?

  What should I do next?

  Emma became a stone person, and Schiller, who was smiling all over his face beside her, seemed to be non-existent. She didn't notice at all that when this man looked at her, his eyes were so greedy and lustful.

  Emma Schiller, the daughter of the jailer, Thurnell Sibia, has been drooling over her for a long time. It's an open secret that everyone knows about. The reason why Thurnell Sibia has always refused to let Schiller marry his precious daughter is because this mediocre jailer hopes that one day his daughter will fly high and marry into the nobility.

  So he can also follow the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven and leave this living hell of Jerantut.

  Unfortunately, Xi Ya didn't live to see this day and Emma, a delicate and slender little girl, became an unprotected small white flower that could be picked at will.

  When Emma heard the bad news, she didn't cry out loud or become hysterical like others might have imagined. Her face still didn't show a hint of sadness. This girl seemed to be born with an inability to express her emotions. She just walked slowly and heavily towards her home, as if she were a walking corpse.

  A guard walked up beside him, winking at Schiller: "This Sia guy is dead, why don't you hurry up and make a move? Don't you worry that someone else will pick the most beautiful flower in Dam City?"

  Schiller's gaze was fixed tightly on Emma's frail and lonely figure, his face twisted into a sneer as he said, "She can't escape!"

  Two updates are complete, shamelessly asking for flowers. Those friends who give me fresh flowers, don't be polite to me, throw them at me! Throw them hard!

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