"So there's no room to negotiate..." Kayson's expression darkened.
"We're definitely taking Danitz with us... though if the Black Death is willing to pay ten thousand pounds, we could let you have him..." Causer, the former Admiral of Blood's first mate, made his outrageous demand with a broad smile.
"I heard your Black Death suddenly struck it rich somehow, anyway." Causer sneered. "Your captain once offered a staggering ten-thousand-pound bounty for some pretty boy. What, now you can't even scrape together a little pocket money to buy a man?"
"Bastard..." Kayson clenched his fists tightly.
Ten thousand pounds? Was he joking? How could someone like Danitz possibly be worth ten thousand pounds?
The other man was clearly trying to humiliate him. Worse, he had the nerve to joke about his captain's romantic affairs, heedless of the consequences. That crossed a line for Kayson, her devoted admirer.
If we can't negotiate, we'll just take him!
Bang!
Just as Kayson prepared to exchange a few more words to buy time and gather his spirituality,
a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Although it hit no one, the two groups, already on the brink of violence, immediately plunged into chaos.
"Bastards, you dared attack first!"
"Die!"
They... they're fighting?
Danitz, who had been dumped on the ground, stared in bewilderment as the two groups abruptly descended into a melee. It took him several seconds to react.
Wait... this is my chance to escape!
He hurriedly mustered all his strength to conjure a string of flames at his fingertips, carefully burning through the rope around his wrists.
Then, seeing that both groups were busy killing each other and paying him no attention, he endured the pain of his wounds and crept toward the darkness in the distance.
"Huff... huff..."
"A bunch of