Those people only mocked him from where they stood and did not actually chase after him. Amid his anger, Anrield was also relieved that they had not been cautious enough. If they let him leave like this, he could retreat safely and report the situation.
Just as he was thinking that, several people dressed in First Fleet uniforms suddenly emerged from a corner ahead. Anrield's heart skipped a beat. Had he been surrounded?
However, those people merely watched Anrield in confusion as his fat jiggled and he ran with a bouncing gait. None of them showed any intention of attacking him.
Anrield was overjoyed. It seemed these were another group, people who had gone out for a stroll and were now returning. It appeared that the Pirate Alliance's First Fleet really might be hiding somewhere on this island.
Not wanting to draw attention, Anrield pretended to be frightened, turned his head aside, circled around them, and ran back the way he had come.
"Hold it!" Just as Anrield brushed past them, someone who appeared to be their leader suddenly called out.
Anrield pretended to stop uneasily. Panting heavily, he bent over with both hands on his knees and asked, "Sir, what are your orders?"
When the people in the distance saw another group of their companions stop the fat man, they immediately felt displeased. The fat man had followed them for so long, yet they had not done anything to him. If their companions attacked him now, would that not waste the goodwill they had shown by sparing him?
"New guy, don't make things difficult for the fat man." The people ahead shouted over, "It isn't easy for him. He's already exhausted just from running. Let him go!"
The man who had called Anrield over narrowed his eyes, circled him