I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Sis stepped closer. The man's eyes kept trembling, and his body subconsciously wanted to hide back. Unconsciously, he turned over from the sofa.

The original courage disappeared. Now he just wanted to stay away from the Sith and started to turn his head and shout:

"No, no, no, someone is coming. There is a guy here who wants to break the rules. He wants to break the rules. Someone is coming quickly..."

Sith ignored him, leaned his cane on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

"Since you are unwilling to bet with me, there is nothing you can do."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his raised mouth felt like he was surviving a disaster. Sure enough, no one on this ship dared to disobey the captain.

Sith's voice suddenly changed,

"Since you are unwilling to bet with me, then I will come and get it myself."

His face suddenly became extremely gloomy, there was a faint darkness flowing in his eyes, and his voice was like an abyss, as if everything was swallowed up.

The shadow rippled strangely in the void, and black tentacles rippled in the air, instantly wrapping around the man's neck and lifting him up from the ground.

As an apprentice tentacle monster, the one the Sith tied up was not a magical girl, which is a bad review.

The tentacles began to shrink, and the lack of oxygen made the man's face turn purple. His feet were off the ground and he was jumping in mid-air. Everything in the past reappeared in his eyes like a revolving lantern. He seemed to have seen the legendary hell.

"Tell me, if this is the situation now, who can save you? How great is it to bet with me? It's your home court, maybe you will win?"

Sith's eyes kept scanning both sides. No one in the entire hall could escape his observation. Thanks to the poet, his current perception was also terrifyingly strong.

He didn't know if this guy was a chess piece thrown by others to test him, or if he was simply stupid, but it wasn't a big problem. He would neither let him go because of his stupidity, nor feel pity for him because he was a chess piece. .

This world is like this. Everyone has his own weaknesses and his own insecurities. Those things are his, and they are his. Others cannot rob them. If you rob them, be prepared to die.

To put it bluntly, he is really an insatiable and greedy man.

With a warm smile like the wind, coupled with his young, fair, and even slightly shy smile, the thirteen-year-old Sith is like a young boy who has just been brought into the social scene by his parents. Everything is So beautiful.

Of course, that's assuming there isn't the guy who's being lifted up in the air and about to suffocate.

The people below silently added in their hearts.

Although Sith's strength is somewhat unexpected, there are still many people who want to see him make a fool of himself. Academy City has been established for many years, and superpowers are no longer unattainable in their minds.

They were more interested in the captain's reaction than an unknown superpower.

This ship is not some high-end cruise ship walking in the sun, but a ghost ship walking at the junction of light and darkness. Debauchery and violence should be its main theme. When the wolf king cannot suppress the pack of wolves, wait for him There is only death.

Today, if he can't even protect his own people, then he, as a captain, will be done.

Fear mixed with joking eyes were cast on him. Even if the next moment is death, I'm afraid humans' desire to watch the excitement will not change, right?

"stop!"

Sure enough, an energetic voice came from the corridor deep inside the cruise ship. It was a Chinese man with gray hair on his temples.

Why are Sith so sure?

Because he saw something unique, braids!

It was a thick braid coiled in a top hat. Sith knew that this was another old ghost who lived in the past and in the fantasy of heaven. A real old ghost exuded radiance from the inside out. A smell called decay.

"Are you talking to me?" Sith looked over, with a kind of pity that was difficult for outsiders to understand, and the captain felt a little stinging in his heart.

How dare he?

Holding the girl next to him with one hand, the captain took a deep breath. He was not an ordinary person. He was a descendant of Aisin Gioro. How could he be despised by a Han who was committed to regaining the Qing Dynasty?

Whoosh!

He kept breathing out white air, trying hard to suppress the desire to cut the Sith into pieces. He still needed the Sith, and he still needed the Sith to help him find the dragon vein.

The Shui De Black Dragon of the Qing Dynasty is just a legend, but if anyone can find that thing, no one can find it except Le Jia.

"Bold, boy, you dare to talk to the captain like this, please let Myerson go."

Before the captain could answer, the tall man with a shaved head next to him pointed at Sith's nose and spoke in smooth Chinese.

"Oh, so your name is Myerson." Sith tilted his head and smiled strangely, "What if I don't let him go?"

The force between the tentacles suddenly became stronger, and Myerson's neck made a cracking and bone-breaking sound.

In just a moment, his legs straightened up and he became silent.

"Oh my, it's really fragile, what should I do? I'd better give it back to you!"

The Sith threw Myerson's body out like trash.

"You...damn it!"

The strong man's eyes flashed, and he punched fiercely with his right hand. He stepped on his feet and hit Sith directly on the cheek.

clang!

Sith raised his right hand slightly, and his cane blocked the strong man's fist.

The strong wind spread outward from the place where the two met, and except for the hair flying in the wind, Sith remained motionless.

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, no good, no good."

Using force between his arms, the round cane cut out like a blade.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out from the strong man's mouth, like a fountain, and the sword energy spurted out in all directions left traces on his body. He fell at the captain's feet like a broken porcelain doll, his eyes He stared wide open and could no longer close his eyes.

"Life is really fragile. It's as fragile as a cheap glass marble that can break with a snap of your finger."

This guy.

Sweat broke out on the captain's forehead. This strong man was a master he brought from a secret realm in the ancient East. How could he be so fragile?

The Sith expertly rotated the cane in his hand, facing the captain with eyes immersed in darkness.

"My intuition tells me that you have a problem with my behavior. What? Can you tell me?"

The captain squeezed his right hand tightly and tilted his head to the side.

"Go and clean up this place. Your distinguished guest cannot be so negligent."

As he spoke, his smile appeared again, and it was such a lovely smile.

"Lord Sith, your displeasure is due to the poor hospitality of my men. But since this is a casino, are you really not going to play a game with me? No money is needed. If you lose, you only need to do one thing for me. That’s enough, as for me, I’m willing to give all my money if I lose.”