The fighting outside became more and more intense, but this had nothing to do with the three people in the cabin at this time.

William leaned against the wall, wrapped his hands around his chest, staring straight at Clow with an ugly face. Hutcherson on the side was not as reckless as he seemed. While drinking, he tried to chat with Clow with nothing to say.

However, Clow was as cold as ever and basically said nothing.

This is not the first time that Clo was controlled by the red-bearded Barbarossa in the name of protecting safety. In the past, when he encountered such a situation today, he happened to catch prey when he waited for the rabbit, so Barbarossa would not be so honest about giving in to his interests.

Clow responded to Hutcherson's words perfunctorily, and couldn't stand William's gaze and expression. Finally, he said to him with anger: "What are you always staring at me?"

"There is no way. The captain ordered me to watch you and protect your safety. Your weak look is really worried that you will become bloody if you don't take care of it at a glance. How can I explain to the captain then?" William curled his lips and said sarcastically.

He was deliberately irritating Clow, and it seemed that the effect was good. Clow stood up and rushed to William. William also stood up straight, holding the scimitar handle in his hand, looking eager to try.

But there was a Hutcherson in the room. He obviously would not sit still and watch the two of them have physical conflicts. He quickly inserted it between the two of them, and it took some verbal talk to comfort them.

Hutcherson stayed in the room with a pincushion for a long time, and the sound of fighting outside finally disappeared. After the sound of fighting disappeared for a long time, a heavy footsteps spread from far to near from the side of the ship to the house.

Although the Red Beard Pirates in the famous Donghai town are unlikely to capsize in the gutter, the three people in the house still involuntarily raised their vigilance.

It was not until Haileding's hideous bald head stretched out from behind the door that the three of them relaxed again.

Heiding kept wielding the blood-soaked scimitar. After entering the house, he only looked at William and Hutcherson, then turned his attention to Clow, who looked ugly and said casually: "The battle is over, and you can now count the loot."

William's previous behavior successfully angered Clow, and at this time, Heiding's casual attitude was also regarded as despised by Clow.

Under impulse, he sarcastically said with resentment: "The 'final' is over, and I don't know how much spoils will be left this time."

Heiding didn't know what happened in the cabin before, but he was obviously not a magnanimous person, and would not regard others' offense as a breeze. On the contrary, he himself almost revenges.

Although Clow strictly speaking, it was just a bad tone, Heiding narrowed his eyes dangerously, grinned with a big mouth, and showed a malicious smile: "What, do you have any objection?"

In fact, after Clow just finished speaking, he regretted it. As long as he stayed on the Redbeard Pirates for a while, he actually knew that among the three Redbeard brothers, although Heileding was the weakest, he was the hardest to mess with.

Perhaps it was because he was the youngest among the three brothers, so he was most favored, or because of the disfigurement caused by accident. In short, all of this led to his perverse temperament, irritable and irritable nature, and often punished for trivial matters, or even executed enemies and even crew members.

He was angry and didn't care what Clow was.

Clow wanted to give in, but he seemed to feel the ridiculous look that William, the "noying" behind him, cast.

This made him feel a little embarrassed. His lips trembled for a moment, but he did not respond immediately. However, it fell into Heiding's eyes, but it brought another meaning.

"It seems that I have a real objection!" Heileding became a little sarcastic and didn't smile.

He looked at Clow with his head tilted for a while, then suddenly turned his head to William and Hutcherson and said, "Press him down!"

Hutcherson stepped forward and grabbed one of Clow's arms without saying a word. William reacted a little slower, but he also imitated the former and controlled Clow's other arm from behind.

Clow subconsciously struggled. William really didn't expect that he was not weak, but he was not weak, especially when his five fingers subconsciously grabbed William's arm, it hurts to catch William. It seems that he had specially trained the strength of his fingers.

But Clow only resisted for a moment, and then became honest. Heiding was not a great figure even in the East China Sea. The "Red Beard" Barbarossa standing behind him is the real fear of being.

The owner of Clo, Earl Arcatio, was still worried when meeting Barbarossa, even though he had the protection of the sea tower stone, let alone Clo.

Heiding represents Barbarossa's will. The Redbeard Pirates have never been a place of freedom and democracy. They angered Barbarossa's majesty, but in the end there is only one, that is death!

Moreover, Clow was not sure to escape from William, Hutcherson and Heiding. In view of this, Clow did not struggle much to avoid causing more intense conflicts. At that time, there was really no room for recovery.

Under the instruction of Heiding, Hutcherson and William pressed Clow down to kneel on the ground with great force. At this time, Clow didn't care about his face and looked up at Heiding and calmed down, "Mr. Heiding, you know what I am and can't kill me."

"Of course I know what your identity is and will not kill you," Heleding grinned, "but you probably forgot what your identity is, so I want to teach you again."

As soon as Hereading finished speaking, he waved the scimitar suddenly and thrust the blade hard on Crow's face.

With a crisp "pop", Clow involuntarily turned his head, and the huge force even threw out the glasses on his nose. The place where he was pulled by the scimitar began to swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You are also a pirate now. Put away your pretending aristocratic style," Heiding looked at Clowe with his head down, "remember your identity, don't forget the order of the rank on the ship, pay attention to the tone of talking to me!"

Heiding slashed again, and Clowe spitted blood this time, with several teeth mixed in it.

"You are the quartermaster on the ship. The captain and other crew members fought to death in front, but you complained about the amount of spoils behind?"

Another knife was slashed, Clowe's mouth was covered in blood and his face was swollen. Only then did Heiding signal William and Hutcherson to let go.

Clow supported the ground with his hands and lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He didn't dare to look up because even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his eyes must be filled with resentment that could be seen with a glance.

Physical pain is nothing, but psychological humiliation really makes Clow feel unforgettable. However, no matter how cruel the heart is, he can only endure it at this time.

William and Hutcherson looked at each other and then looked at Heiding.

The fat man with a ferocious face seemed to be still angry. He glanced at Clow with disgust and ordered the two of them: "Don't he care about counting the spoils? You two carry him over to complete their 'work'!"

When talking about the word "work", his tone was sarcastic.

Hutcherson shrugged at William, his expression faintly gloat. Clow's face was so big this time.
Chapter completed!