"Damn you, bastard! How dare you betray me?"
Harlett, growing angrier the more he thought about it, strode forward in a towering rage and viciously kicked Muke in the face.
With a dull thud!
The other man's head slammed into the leg of the table behind him. Not only did the back of his head split open and bleed, but his face was also mangled by the kick, and even two teeth flew from his mouth.
The pirate captain was a level 11 Fighter, after all.
His Strength, which played a decisive role in close-quarters combat, and his other two basic attributes, Dexterity and Constitution Score, were all quite outstanding.
The force behind that kick was therefore absolutely beyond what a Muggle could withstand.
The fact that Muke had not been knocked unconscious or killed on the spot was proof enough that he was no ordinary man.
The somewhat misshapen Half-Elf first shook his head hard twice, then quickly struggled to his feet with the support of the table. He raised an arm to wipe the blood from his mouth and retorted with a cold laugh, "Betrayal? You're the person in this world with the least right to use that word. Look at all the people who've been secretly dealt with over the years. What right do you have to demand my loyalty?"
"You ungrateful bastard!"
"If it weren't for me, you'd still be in some obscure little tavern, spending every day as a plaything for those old, ugly men."
"I was the one who gave you freedom!"
"I was the one who gave you power!"
"I was the one who gave you the chance to change your Fate!"
"But how did you repay me?"
"You actually tried to kill me when I needed help the most."
The pirate captain