The only thing Closed in his heart was that he told Barbarossa everything and exposed Storte's true face.

But Clow's thought just came to light and was shattered by William.

"You may fantasize that you can save yourself from death by telling Barbarossa everything here," William grinned with a funny look. "What do you want to tell Barbarossa? That young crew member is a conspirator? Which one is more credible than your revenge? And most importantly, everyone on the ship knows that our relationship is very bad, even worse than your relationship with other crew members. No slander you have on me will be believed."

"And if Barbarossa chose to kill me because of that little suspicion, then why do you believe that he would let you go with the more suspicious you?" William patted Crow's dull face, "I'll 'may' die, but you, 'must' die!"

Crow's face was ashamed, but he had not completely given up hope. He still looked at William. He was indeed a little smart, knowing that William said so much to him, it must be more than just wanting to die.

"What do you want to do?" Crow asked with difficulty.

"I said, we are now grasshoppers on a rope," William said. "There are only two ways before you, life, or death."

"As long as Barbarossa is still alive, he will definitely follow up. You will always have to worry about your life, but as long as he dies..."

Clow opened his eyes wide: "You want to kill Barbarossa?"

William smiled and did not answer directly. He patted Clowe's shoulder intimately, his tone was a bit tempting: "If we are only satisfied with the status quo, then we will be a small person for the rest of our lives. Your life and your future are all invincible. A guy who is not as strong as you can humiliate you in public, but you dare not have the slightest idea of ​​resisting, because why?"

"Because Heiding is closer to Barbarossa, and Barbarossa is the king on the ship. In his eyes, you are not as important as Heiding, so you don't even dare to resist when facing Heiding."

Clow is a smart man. From a rational perspective, he knew very well that what William said was just to convince him, but from a sensory perspective, William's words inevitably resonated with him.

He obviously hated pirates very much, but because of Arcadio's order, he still had to join the pirate group. After he had expressed his intention to get away, no one paid attention to him at all. What's more excessive is that he might have been impatient by his attitude later, and the trading company even vaguely revealed a bit of threat to him.

In this case, Arcadio still showed an indifferent attitude towards Clo's humiliation.

As William said, Barbarossa and Arcadio didn't care about the little people like them at all. If Clo died, at worst he would choose another unlucky person from the trading company. Isn't that how Clo himself took office?

Perhaps he already knew that he had no way out, so Clow subconsciously began to find reasons for his "rebellion".

With the accumulation of power, it is not easy to firmly betray Barbarossa. Crowe has been trying to convince himself and agree with William's point of view.

William didn't say anything, but looked at Clowe slightly lowering his head because of his words, his face was gloomy and gloomy, as if he was in a violent ideological struggle.

Closs thought a lot. He followed William's point of view and thought about what happened after the cooperation. He knew that William must have something to do if he needed his help, so he wanted to make some conditions. But maybe it was because of a series of events tonight, or maybe it was because of the surrounding environment. When he spoke, he became a little weak: "I don't want to be a pirate."

"You must continue to be a pirate, and you must return to the ship," William said without doubt: "The little people have no choice, because no one cares about your own ideas. You are a little people now, but as long as you help me replace Barbarossa, you will become an important key gentleman in the eyes of Arcadio. Only then will you have the right to choose. Whether you want to continue to be a pirate or whitewash your identity and go ashore, you have room for choice, and I will also help you. You will understand in the future that I am different from Barbarossa and Arcadio. I am happy to share, especially treating talented people well."

"But how did I get back to the pirate ship? Like you said, I'm suspicious."

"As long as I provide you with alibi, that's fine." William said lightly.

No one on the ship would believe that William was willing to make fake certificates for a person with deep contradictions.

Clow struggled, but in the end he was convinced by William. However, he hesitated for a moment when he thought of the scene and told the truth: "When I left, there was a navy soldier on the scene. I was afraid that he would tell the truth."

"Don't worry," William helped Crowe get his somewhat messy hair, "That navy is also mine."

The continuous blows were made all night, even if a person with a hard heart as hard as iron, he would inevitably be knocked out of a crack in his heart. Moreover, Clow is just a young man full of frustration.

Clow didn't expect that even the Navy was a secret weapon buried by William. He raised his head and glanced at William, and suddenly felt a little scared.

"……I see."

...

How chaotic the slums in Kalmar City are, you can see from the death of Heileding.

If Hereading hadn't returned to the boat that night and he was still missing the next day, Barbarossa and Rez felt that the situation was wrong and sent someone to search for it, then the two bodies of Hereading and the unlucky alcoholic in the alley might not be discovered by the local residents until they became stinky.

Now, Barbarossa, the captain of the Red Beard Pirates, the deputy captain Reis, the newly promoted chief sailor, William with the pseudonym Stort, the quartermaster, Crow, the representative of the Buendia family on the ship, as well as the helmsman and ship doctor, several old pirates who discovered the body of Hereading, and the famous cadres and leaders of the entire ship, were almost all at the scene of Hereading's body.

The alley, which is not very wide, was full of vicious pirates. The entrance of the alley was guarded by Barbarossa. Without his permission, no one would be allowed to enter and exit.

Everyone stared at the boat doctor Wood, the slightly fat and bald middle-aged man, checking the body of Heiding.

"...His hands, feet, and head were severely hit by blunt objects, but the fatal injury was a gunshot wound to the lower abdomen." Ship doctor Wood stood in front of Barbarossa with a heavy report on his face.
Chapter completed!