Looking for a Shoulder to Lean On

The farce in the bathhouse was still going on. Xiao Feng couldn't stand it anymore and ordered his men to drag Elizabeth and Turner away.

"Ptooey!"

Elizabeth was dragged away by her hands, her legs kicking wildly in the air but missing Turner. She spat in his face and shouted, "You bastard, listen to me, this isn't over!"

Turner was heartbroken, his handsome face etched with dejection. He wanted to explain, but the location of his wound was too embarrassing to discuss. He didn't know whether he should tell his fiancée the truth. He felt wronged if he didn't, but if he did, would the marriage still go ahead?

"Captain Barbossa, you've come to my territory, yet you don't follow my rules." Xiao Feng sneered. Barbossa hadn't told a single truth since he entered, and he was eager to see how the other would try to cover it up.

Barbossa's eyelids twitched slightly. Given the current situation, even if he eloquently tried to turn black into white, Xiao Feng wouldn't believe him.

"What, if you have nothing to say, then I should follow the rules." Xiao Feng sniffed the red silk scarf, his eyes filled with rapture, and raised his right hand high.

A burst of howling laughter erupted in the bathhouse. As Xiao Feng raised his arm high, the pirates also raised the butcher knives that were held to the necks of Turner and his companions. With a wave of Xiao Feng's hand, all their heads would fall to the ground.

"Wait a moment!"

Barbossa sighed in frustration, "Fine, I know them, we're in cahoots."

He had tried his best, but the worst thing about ranked matches is having bronze teammates. Even 107 masters can't carry one bronze player, let alone a master carrying a boat full of bronze players. These teammates are just causing trouble and are not as obedient as the monkey.

Xiao Feng turned around, glanced at Russell without leaving a trace, and after receiving an affirmative answer, asked calmly, "Captain Barbossa, what do you need the nautical chart for?"

"Go to David Jones's hell, get a guy who deserves to go to hell out of here, and then kill him with your own hands."

"Ha, what does this have to do with me? Why should I help you?" Xiao Feng said coldly, "Tell me the truth, who are you looking for?"

"Jack Sparrow!"

Barbossa wished Jack would stay in the Devil's Lair forever, but with the East India Company and David Jones joining forces, the Pirate Guild was powerless to resist. With no other options, the only chance of survival was to gather all the Pirate King together.

Jack, one of the Pirate King, possessed an ancient Spanish silver coin that was swallowed by the Kraken before it could be passed on to its successor. It must be brought back to the human world from the demonic prison.

"Jack Sparrow!?" Xiao Feng's old face instantly fell. "You asked me to contribute manpower and resources, and even brought out the naval charts, all to rescue Jack Sparrow?"

"That's right, it's him."

Barbossa was speechless. Jack and Xiao Feng were enemies, or more precisely, Jack was Xiao Feng's enemy. Asking Xiao Feng to spend money, effort, and manpower to rescue his enemy from the Demon Prison was something only Xiao Feng would do.

Xiao Feng nodded. "Alright, I agree. A ship, a crew, and a nautical chart—we can set off anytime."

"I know Jack has wronged you in the past, but the Song of Rebellion has been sung, and the situation is urgent. Lord Beckett and his East India Company are hunting down pirates. We should put aside our personal grudges... Wait, what did you just say?" Barbossa's eyes widened suddenly. You really are the Pirate King of Singapore, Xiao Feng? Why aren't you playing by the rules?

"I said I agree!" Xiao Feng clapped his hands, and a group of his men immediately released Turner and the others.

Turner gasped and limped over, his eyes like knives as he stared intently at Barbossa: "Your intelligence is seriously flawed. Xiao Feng is very easy to talk to."

If Barbossa hadn't said that Xiao Feng would never lend out the nautical chart, he wouldn't have disguised himself and infiltrated, wouldn't have been caught on the spot, and wouldn't have...

Turner struggled to shake his head, trying to dispel the shadow in his heart. Now, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of the big men grinning and unbuckling their belts.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless, but not slutty. JGP!

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here!" Elizabeth glared at Turner and whispered to Barbossa, "Barbossa, your intelligence is seriously flawed. Xiao Feng is very easy to talk to."

Turner: "..."

Barbossa squinted. "No, it's not that he's easy to talk to, it's that he also wants to find Jack."

Elizabeth shrugged. "The goal, to find Jack and then kill him?"

"Well, that possibility cannot be ruled out."

Barbossa seemed lost in thought, then glanced furtively at Russell out of the corner of his eye. Coincidentally, he saw Russell raise his teacup in a toast to him from afar. His heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be oblivious and looked away.

"In any case, we've achieved our goal." Elizabeth made the final decision; whatever Xiao Feng's purpose, finding Jack was the priority.

"That's true." Barbossa nodded, deciding to act according to circumstances.

Xiao Feng's men served rum and warmly welcomed Barbossa and his group in the bathhouse. One of the fat, pot-bellied men, after serving the drinks, took advantage of the fact that no one was looking and gave Turner's buttocks a hard pinch.

Turner's face contorted, tears streaming down his face and into his glass. The sweet rum mingled with the bitter tears—a bittersweet taste of life swallowed in one gulp. All he wanted now was a shoulder to lean on.

Elizabeth had been watching Turner closely. Seeing that his remorseful expression seemed genuine, her heart softened. She gave a haughty snort and said, "Mr. Turner, listen carefully. The most important thing right now is to rescue Jack. We can talk about everything else later. But this is not forgiveness. I will never forget what happened today. Do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand." Turner nodded, his heart filled with endless sorrow, his tear ducts uncontrollably expanding to their maximum size, and the rum in the glass tasted so bitter and unbearable.

"Hey, why are you crying like this? I'm the one who should be crying..." Seeing Turner sobbing uncontrollably, Elizabeth softened even more. "Will, don't be like this, I forgive you!"

Turner's eyes reddened, and she cried even harder.

"Hey, why are you still crying?"

"I'm so... happy!"

Russell watched the farce unfold, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably. He had instructed Xiao Feng to treat Turner well, but that wasn't the kind of treatment he meant. Actually, Russell had a good impression of the blacksmith; good men like him were rare these days. He meant to have Turner taught a lesson, to make him stop playing the hero.

He just barged into the Pirate King's lair all by himself. Wasn't he afraid that his beautiful wife would be widowed at a young age?

"No, it seems his wife really will be a widow from now on, and this lesson will teach him to be more cautious in the future..."

Just as Russell was silently complaining, a tall pirate with a body full of fat, his face wrapped in bandages, and only his eyes showing, suddenly emerged from the shadows in the corner and looked down at him.

Jason: (._.)

Jason's body was one of the ten Russell had fought before, the strongest one. Russell sent him to patrol the area and report immediately if he found anything unusual.

After exchanging glances, Russell instantly understood and slammed his teacup to the ground. With a bang, the entire bathhouse fell silent. Everyone drew their weapons, staring at Russell in utter bewilderment.

Xiao Feng dashed over in a flash. "Sir, who are you going to kill?"

Russell's eyes flashed coldly. "Five Naval warships have blockaded the island, and a squad of about 300 soldiers is on their way. Make preparations and ensure they return safely."

"Navy!?"

Barbossa was completely bewildered. When Russell smashed the cup at first, he'd genuinely startled him, thinking he was about to attack his group. It turned out to be the navy blockading the island. But what was the navy? Which navy? The Singaporean navy?

Xiao Feng instantly understood, drew his longsword from his waist and held it above his head. "You scum, the East India Company is here. Get your weapons ready and let them know how powerful pirates are!"

"Oh oh oh————"

"Kill them! Kill them—"

The bathhouse was filled with deafening shouts as the pirates brandished their long swords and short guns, letting out a frenzied roar before their raid. One by one, they unloaded their weapons and ammunition, distributing them on the spot, some polishing their weapons, others filling their pistols with gunpowder, and some even stuffing explosives under the floorboards.

"Send our men to the port and load all the ships that can be moved with ammunition. We're going to pull off a big heist tonight," Xiao Feng instructed Tai Huang. Then he directed the pirates to prepare for an ambush. The retreat route had already been planned. Once they dealt with the soldiers who had come ashore, they would go to sea and fight the warships.

"Captain Xiao Feng, don't be so stubborn. The decisive battle hasn't arrived yet. We should conserve our strength and order a retreat!" Barbossa licked his lips. He had never known that Xiao Feng was such a passionate middle-aged man.

"Captain Barbossa, are you giving me orders?" Xiao Feng brandished his longsword and stabbed Barbossa in the chest. "This is Singapore, my Xiao Feng. I make the rules here."

After saying this, Xiao Feng pushed Barbossa aside and continued to direct the pirates to prepare for the ambush. Judging from his spirited appearance, he might even personally take to the field later.

"Barbossa, what should we do?" Elizabeth and Turner flanked them from the left and right. Jack's crew were also at a loss. Pirates and the army were going head-to-head, and the Chinese pirate group was a bunch of lunatics.

Barbossa's face turned ashen. He cursed the pirates under his breath. If Xiao Feng were to perish in this battle, their ship and nautical charts to the Demon Prison would be lost.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the composed Russell out of the corner of his eye and whispered to the others, "Xiao Feng's brain is fried, don't worry about him. The nautical chart is in the strategist's hands. When the fighting starts, you take him to the port. That's the only way."

"And what about you?" Turner asked hastily.

"Xiao Feng is one of the Nine Pirate Kings and he also has a silver coin. I can't let him die here..." Barbossa prepared for the worst. "Even if he dies, I will take the silver coin with me and find a new successor."

Turner nodded firmly. "Then it's settled. We'll be waiting for you at the port... see you there!"

Barbossa narrowed his eyes. The people Jack knew were truly useless; they didn't resemble pirates at all.