Confidence

Li Ziming rubbed his head, feeling a slight headache. Looking around, he realized he was in a room, with a zombie standing beside him.

"You're awake?" Moria suddenly appeared. "I really didn't expect someone with injuries as severe as yours to recover so quickly. Should I say my doctor is skilled, or that you're just hard to kill?"

"Looks like there's still a great pirate in your heart after all." Li Ziming relaxed and lay back on the bed. "How are my companions?"

"The moment you wake up, you don't care about yourself, but your crew instead? You really are a responsible captain," Moria said mockingly.

"I'm not the captain. And don't bother with such cheap attempts at sowing discord, or I'll think your IQ is pretty low." Li Ziming smacked his lips, sat up, and took some water from the bedside. "No alcohol?"

"You sure ask for a lot, brat. You're in my hands now. Whether you live or die depends on a single thought from me, so you'd better not be so arrogant!" Moria glared viciously at Li Ziming.

"Yes, yes. Then could I trouble Lord Moria to bring me a bottle of liquor?" Li Ziming looked at Moria with deliberate affectation.

"Brat, you'd better make it clear what kind of deal you want to make with me, or don't blame me for getting rough!" Moria took out a pair of scissors.

"Fine, fine." Li Ziming helplessly poured himself a glass of water, then began explaining his plan.

"You're a lunatic, brat!" Moria's face darkened. Even at his peak, he would not have dared to casually involve himself in an event of this scale. He would have stayed as far away from it as possible. Yet this guy actually wanted to play a role in it. Moria could