On the deck.

Smith was sitting, covering his abdomen with his hands, looking at the stairs coming up from below in horror. The seven sailors, including a first mate, were all holding weapons such as steel pipes, and nervously aiming at the exit of the stairs.

There are about two types of smuggling boats.

One is that they use cargo ships and super small cargo ships in the name of freight companies, because there is no need to rely on this profit for large ships. The number of Tibetans below is usually around thirty or forty. Of course, there are exceptions. The smuggling boat massacre that once shocked the world carried more than 500 smugglers and more than 100 people were killed...

The second type is authentic smuggling, that is, smuggling without concealment is generally a small boat that is more than ten meters long and can only be used as a fishing boat, with a number of dozens of people. The danger of this kind of boat does not come from being suffocated to death, but is unable to withstand strong winds and waves. Once bad weather is encountered, it is very likely that a boat of people will disappear without a trace in the world.

But no matter what, neither type can ask for help.

Because what you do is a transaction that touches the bottom line.

The nine of them kept staring at each other nervously. After waiting for about five minutes, footsteps finally came from below, and the eight people except Smith became even more nervous.

They do often do this kind of business and have encountered things that the people below resist, but have never encountered the purpose of making life and death, because without them, it would be difficult for the other party to find the exact location to dock, and they would even be easily lost in the sea.

As the sound got closer and closer, everyone raised their weapons and prepared to smash the other party as soon as they showed up.

At this time.

A sound suddenly came from below.

"Captain Smith!"

"It's me, Dawson's friend, Shang!"

Without surprise, the person who came up was Shang Yang, just a dozen black men who wanted to kill people by faith. But reality cannot be achieved by faith, and they also have strength. These people are vulnerable under the hands of the two.

Smith was sweating like rain and his face was pale, but he could still hold on.

Hearing Shang Yang's words, he did not respond immediately. He was not sure if those people had captured Shang Yang and asked him to be a scapegoat, or that Shang Yang had rebelled.

Below, Shang Yang was standing under the stairs. His sensitivity over the years made him realize that the above was very dangerous, and he said, "Those people have been solved by me. What should I do next?"

He is not a killer, and he cannot take care of many funerals himself, so there is no need.

After waiting for a few seconds, I still didn't respond.

After thinking about it, he returned. The black man in the lead had been hit hard and unconscious. The rest of the people were also lying on the ground and wailing, unable to move. He bent down, grabbed one of the black man's legs, and dragged him to the entrance of the stairs.

"Captain Smith, I've brought the leader below, if you have a little trust in Dawson, you can check it out, I promise, we're friends!"

There is another reason for this.

The one who cannot offend on this boat is Smith. In other words, even if he bullies himself, he cannot fight back, because without him, it is no different from death on the vast sea.

If you can flatter and try to get along well with each other.

Smith on the deck hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the first mate.

The first mate walked carefully to the stairs and looked down. There was indeed only Shang Yang, and there was a black man lying under his feet.

He turned around cautiously, took out a rope and threw it over: "Tie it on his legs and tie it firmly!"

Shang Yang didn't have to think, grabbed the rope and tied it to the black man's legs.

Seeing this, the first mate directed the crew to pull the other end of the rope and pull the unconscious black man down the deck. When he was sure that he was unconscious, the crew members were relieved.

"You can come up!"

The first mate said again.

Shang Yang followed the stairs and looked up step by step, his eyes crossing the deck. Seeing the sailors waiting for the battle, it was not difficult to find how nervous they were just now. He continued to move up and finally saw Smith sitting on the ground, still covering his abdomen.

Concerned: "What did he do? How is the situation?"

Smith turned pale due to excessive blood loss and sweating on his forehead. He shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I shouldn't hurt the organs..."

It is useless to say that it is important. This is on the sea, surrounded by vast sea, and there is no way to treat it. You can only use the medical box on the ship.

He pointed to the black man and asked, "What did you catch him? How did you catch him?"

"He wants to threaten the safety of this ship, that is, the enemy, he cannot destroy it... Simply put, it is just that we fight together and he fails."

Shang Yang responded casually.

But the sailors didn't listen casually. They looked at Shang Yang and then at the blacks on the ground. The two had too much difference in size. Even if they were on the field, they were not at the same level. It was incredible that he could knock down the blacks.

Smith was a little surprised and asked again, "Where are those people below?"

"Everything was also knocked down," Shang Yang responded lightly, and then squatted in front of Smith: "In my experience, it's better for you to not talk now and save your energy."

While speaking, he looked at the first mate: "There should be a medical box on the ship. You can take it over. I'll help him with a simple solution..."

Smith, the first mate and sailor, automatically ignored the second half of the sentence and recalled the first sentence, as if he was looking at a monster. Although they didn't see many people below, after hearing Smith said, there were more than a dozen people, and they were all prepared. They were all ready to fight to the death on the ship, but before they came up, they were actually knocked down by him?

"Kung Fu, do you know Chinese Kung Fu?" Smith didn't pay attention to his injuries at all, but said excitedly: "Did you use Chinese Kung Fu to defeat them?"

In recent years, China's international status has been increasing, which has led to many cultures being well-known to the society, and Kung Fu is one of them.

They have been walking on the sea all year round, and have visited countless places. They have seen many so-called kung fu masters, but they cannot be called real kung fu. They have always been very curious, but they did not expect to finally see the living today.

"Oh my God, I really have Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Can we show our hands and teach us?"

"I admire Chinese Kung Fu very much. Can I teach it..."

Several people quickly gathered over, their faces full of unconcealed piety.

“Eh…”

Shang Yang was so fast that he was beyond defense by their transformation of painting style. He had heard that the boss of Xuanhuayuan Group in China opened many martial arts schools around the world to promote traditional Chinese kung fu. He thought it was just a play, but he didn't expect to have such a great influence.

He doesn't know how to do kung fu, but he knows the routine of boxing. Li Long knows it, but there is no need to show it to them on the boat and accept apprentices.

I don't know what to do.

"Bastard... let me go, let me go!"

The black man tied up like a twisted flower woke up and struggled on the deck, like a fish caught from the sea, constantly seeking water.

"Damn Chinese, I want to kill you, I will kill you..."

He kept shouting, and he had planned a careful plan to take revenge, but he thought he would definitely win, but he didn't expect to meet two Chinese people halfway through, and they were very terrifying Chinese people.

When everyone heard his voice, they looked over, and their faces changed from worship to cold in an instant. Several people walked over and stared around.

"You have conflicts?"

Shang Yang asked curiously.

"I don't remember, but it should be!" Smith slowly stood up, still covering her abdomen, staggered to the black man, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn nigger, you dare to stab me. You have to pay the price, pay a heavy price!"

"Pooh"

The black man spat hard, without any awareness of being a knife and a fish, he still said straightforwardly: "I will kill you and avenge my children and wife, and I will use your blood to pay tribute to them!"

"You are a demon and must pay your life for my wife and son!"

Wife? Son? Pay off your life?

Shang Yang frowned slightly when he heard these keywords. He didn't know why and didn't have time to ask. However, the word wife and children is not allowed to be easily touched in Chinese morality, and once it is moved, it will be shameful.

"Never possible, you will never avenge them!"

Smith had no admiration in front of Shang Yang at all, with a hint of disdain and a hint of contempt on his face: "Although I don't know who your wife and children are, their death is their death, and it has nothing to do with me."

"On the contrary, you dare to offend me, you deserve to die!"

The black man's eyes were wide open, perhaps because of his skin color, which made his expression look particularly ferocious. He did not continue to look at Smith, but stared at Shang Yang.

"It's all you, you've hurt me!"

“The perfect plan disrupted”

"It is you who prevent me from taking revenge. You are a wicked person. All you rich people are evil people and cannot enter heaven..."

Shang Yang frowned even deeper, and the situation was already understood, but he did not express his opinion on the accusations of the black people, so there was no need to speak.

"Bastard, I hate you, I hate you!" The black man shouted at the top of his lungs.

Not yet finished speaking.

"Bang"

The big mate held a wooden stick with a calves in his hand hit his head. The stick made him flip his eyes and he was unconscious at any time, but the stick did not stop and he kept several consecutive moves.

The bang bang sound was deafening.

For some reason, Shang Yang looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt that it was hard to resist the stick. In fact, when he first started, he thought it was very simple, but he was just self-defense and didn't want to participate in these things.

But because of my own participation, I lost my life?

"Bang"

Before he could finish his thinking, he saw two sailors carrying the unconscious black man and throwing it into the sea without thinking...

"This group of untouchables should be thrown into the sea to feed the turtle..." Smith walked over with his stomach covering his stomach and smiled, "Shang, you are my friend, forever!"

Shang Yang laughed dryly, looked ahead, and found that the sailors in front of him had left, but he didn't pay attention.

He asked, "Where are their people?"

"They?" Smith looked around and said, "Who did you say?"

"sailor!"

"Oh..." Smith suddenly realized: "Of course they were going downstairs and throwing all those people into the sea to feed the turtle. Shang, thank you for your help."

Shang Yang's heart suddenly became desolate...
Chapter completed!