On the pirate ship, Zhong Hao coughed twice and said, "Hey, those gold coins are mine."
"Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..."
The goofy pirates kept counting the coins, completely ignoring Zhong Hao. He had no choice but to raise his voice. "The gold coins are mine!"
The sound of counting abruptly stopped, and everyone looked over. The man over two meters tall was presumably the captain. He covered the coins with his clothes, bundled them up, and hugged them to his chest. "Hahahaha! Kid, meeting on the sea is fate. Seeing as you're so pitiful, I'll take you in. I'll reluctantly accept these few coins as meal expenses. I'll drop you off on a nearby island."
Having said that, he wore an expression that practically screamed, "I'm doing you a favor."
Zhong Hao said, "Who are you trying to fool? Gold coins this large are worth at least two hundred thousand Beli each. There are fifty of them, totaling ten million Beli. What kind of food costs that much?"
The big man first picked out a single gold coin, then tossed the clothes wrapped around the rest behind him and kept one hand behind his back, frantically gesturing. One of his underlings caught on, picked it up, and cautiously prepared to sneak it into the cabin.
Pinching the coin in his hand, the big man said, "What fifty coins? There's clearly only one."
Zhong Hao pointed at the underling carrying the bundle behind him. "Isn't it right there? Where are you trying to hide it?"
The big man turned around for a glance, his face reddening slightly. Then he stiffened his neck and said forcefully, "So what if it is? I'm Salalo, captain of the Treasure Pirates! Once something falls into my hands, you think you can take it back?"
Zhong Hao