Who Considers You One of Their Own?

"Ling Chu... what a coincidence. You came to this safe zone too!"

The bald man swiftly put on a smiling face, but it was so stiff that the fat on his cheeks twitched.

Ling Chu frowned as she looked at his greasy face.

Who was this guy? Why was he acting so familiar? Did she know him?

"Robbery."

Ling Chu spat out the two words crisply.

At the same time, her figure flashed. The bald man did not even see how she moved. His vision blurred, and the next second, the icy blade of the Blade of White Bones was pressed against the skin of his neck.

It rested right against his artery. Another inch forward would slice it open.

The bald man's smile froze completely. The corners of his mouth still held that ingratiating curve, but there was no longer any amusement in his eyes. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"L-let's talk this out. We of the Ghost Ship have no grievances with you! Besides, we're all pirates! We're on the same side!"

"Who's on the same side as you?"

Ling Chu raised an eyebrow. "And didn't you know? What I'm best at is robbing robbers."

The bald man swallowed. As his throat moved, the blade against his skin shifted with it. His legs had already begun to shake, his knees trembling as though they might give out at any moment.

"If you want this fat sheep, we can give him to you, as long as you let us go..."

"No need."

Ling Chu could not be bothered to waste any more words on them. With a flick of her wrist, the Blade of White Bones swept across, and a thin line of blood burst from the bald man's neck.

A moment later, his body