Two Head Chefs

Huang Xiaowen rested her chin on her hand with a troubled expression. Then, as if she had thought of something, she slapped her palm. "Next time we rob someone, we have to make the Captain keep one alive first. I'll play a few rounds of gambling with them before we kill them."

Hearing that, Ling Chu cut off Undead Empathy. It really was time to worry about Huang Xiaowen's advancement. She was one of the ship's main combat forces too.

The Ghost Ship simply had too few people. If they had been a fleet of five hundred, Huang Xiaowen's Gambler class would have upgraded long ago.

When the Qingshan Ship had come looking for them through the sea vortex and invited them aboard as guests, Huang Xiaowen had seized everyone she could like shearing sheep and played cards with them for ages. Otherwise, her experience would probably still have been stuck at the early stage of Tier Four.

Should they return to Hope Island?

There were plenty of players on Hope Island now, enough for Huang Xiaowen to practice against.

But after thinking it over carefully, Ling Chu felt there was no need to make a special trip just for that. Hope Island was still a ruin waiting to be rebuilt, so there was little point in returning now. Her original plan had been to go back and take a look after finding the next Elven Stone Slab.

Ling Chu lowered her gaze. Now that the Circus had disbanded, at least among the player factions openly active in this region, no one could threaten the Ghost Ship anymore.

But that did not mean they could remain idle forever.

Ling Chu's fingertip stopped over the circled location.

Their next target: Lucas!

He was the one who had caused Titch and the