Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 2136: Chapter 2136: King of the Pirates (27)

Ao Biao tried to persuade Chuzheng to create glory together.

Chuzheng said: No way! This glory has to be my own, or else the progress bar won’t move.

She pondered for a long time, the so-called Pirate King, probably didn’t refer to just one island.

So...

She was going to contract all the pirates at sea.

Ao Biao: "..."

Don’t be too greedy!

He’s already made concessions!

Chuzheng confused: "Your life is in my hands, what else can you do?" Fight me? Can you even hit me?

Ao Biao: "..."

Ao Biao almost choked on the blood stuck in his throat.

He now understood why the Great Island Lord was overthrown. The young girl wasn’t big but her methods were decisive and ruthless.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Can I?"

"..." Are you asking me if you can kill me? Are you sick?

"If you strongly request it, I can fulfill it!" Chuzheng seemed excited: "Do you want to die?" Right now, I’m a good person and don’t act recklessly.

"..." Ha, no.

Only the living have hope.

When you’re dead, there’s no hope at all.

Chuzheng took out a porcelain bottle and forcibly fed Ao Biao.

"What did you feed me?" Ao Biao wanted to vomit but it was already down his throat, and he didn’t taste a thing.

"Poison, what else could it be, candy?"

"..."

Chuzheng handed Ao Biao over to the people behind her, turning to face the other pirates: "Anyone else unconvinced can come up and fight me."

The pirates glanced at Ao Biao, who was being dragged away, feeling uneasy inside.

Their Island Master’s martial arts were the best, and even he couldn’t beat this woman. How could they win?

Clang—

Someone dropped their weapon.

One leads to another, and people behind them also dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Chuzheng handed Ao Biao over to Phantom Island’s pirates. Those who died were their family and friends; how to deal with Ao Biao was their business.

-

Ao Biao’s island was different from Phantom Island, it only had pirates and slaves, no ordinary residents.

Chuzheng found the Great Island Lord and Ye Xiuxiu in a dungeon.

The two were locked up separately, the Great Island Lord had been tortured by Ao Biao and had broken legs, looking haggard.

Ye Xiuxiu didn’t look good either, lying on the ground, barely alive.

"Island Master, how should we handle them?"

Chuzheng pondered with her chin propped up, they weren’t worth killing, and seeing them like this seemed punishment enough.

"Keep them locked up." It’s safer that way!

After all, I wasn’t the one who captured them, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see.

"Didn’t see the Third Island Lord?"

"No... I heard that on the way, Ao Biao threw him into the sea." Unless he’s a fish, there’s no way he’d survive.

"..." That was ruthless.

After handling matters, Chuzheng came out and saw Zhuang Ping sitting not far away. She paused slightly, and changed direction.

"Where are your wife and child?"

"Island Master..."

Chuzheng pressed her hand down, signaling that he need not stand up.

"Dead...dead."

"..."

When she searched the island, she didn’t see Zhuang Ping’s wife and child, and thought they had been taken away.

After all, most of the women on the island had been taken...

"Island Master, am I useless?" Zhuang Ping covered his face, with a hint of sobs in his voice: "I couldn’t save them, and didn’t even dare to take revenge..."

"You don’t have the ability, rushing in would have been courting death." Chuzheng spoke flatly.

"But I’m afraid of dying..."

"Who’s not afraid of dying."

"..."

Yes, who’s not afraid of dying.

However, Zhuang Ping still felt guilt and remorse, his conscience remained intact.

He didn’t want to rescue his wife and child, he just couldn’t do it.

Chuzheng couldn’t judge whether Zhuang Ping was right or wrong, she only knew that her choices were based on the premise of not regretting.

Chuzheng turned around and left, leaving Zhuang Ping to himself.

In the corridor, the young man stood obediently there, when Chuzheng approached, he immediately draped a cloak over her shoulders.

The weather had cooled recently, and the wind was chilly.

Chuzheng lifted the cloak, wrapping the young man in it too.

Bu Qing held back her hand, his fingers traced letters across her palm.

—Are you afraid of dying too?

"I’m afraid you’ll die."

Bu Qing: "..."

She...was afraid of him dying?

Was his life that important?

Bu Qing’s heartbeat involuntarily sped up, even his cheeks felt slightly warm.

The young man bashfully lowered his head, biting his lip, snuggling up next to Chuzheng.

"Do you want to find your father?" Chuzheng asked Bu Qing curiously.

Bu Qing was taken aback, not knowing why Chuzheng suddenly brought this up.

He shook his head.

No.

He’d never thought about looking for a father...even though his mother, before dying, had told him to leave here and find his father.

If that person really cared about him that much, why didn’t they appear when he needed them the most?

Yes.

The place he was at was special, ordinary people couldn’t find it, he couldn’t blame that person.

But for someone who didn’t appear when he needed them most, he didn’t want to find them.

—How do you know about my father...

People on the island said his mother was... but his mother only told him he wasn’t, he had a father.

"I guessed." Chuzheng held his hand: "If you don’t want to find him, we won’t. If one day you do, we’ll go look. Whatever you want to do, I’ll help you."

Bu Qing glanced at Chuzheng, his eyes were clear and bright, not the timid and dull they used to be.

He leaned closer to Chuzheng and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

The young man released her after the kiss and ran off.

Chuzheng watched his hurriedly retreating figure and silently shook her head.

-

Chuzheng returned to the room, Bu Qing was already seated behind the desk practicing calligraphy.

After some practice, the writing wasn’t particularly beautiful, but it wasn’t chicken scratch either.

Chuzheng walked in, Bu Qing held up the character booklet for her to see, like a child seeking praise.

"Very well written." Chuzheng praised him absentmindedly.

Bu Qing didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he didn’t care, as long as she praised him, he was happy.

The young man picked up a pen to write on paper.

—But I can’t write your name well.

—Can you teach me?

"Bring it over."

Bu Qing immediately took the ink brush, ran to Chuzheng, and proactively sat next to her.

Chuzheng wrapped him in her arms, her lips brushed past Bu Qing’s cheek.

The young man turned slightly, their eyes met in the air, and something seemed to be growing there.

Bu Qing heard his own heartbeat, each beat like thunder in his ears, making him feel all his blood boil.

Bu Qing swallowed, lips pursed, eyes slightly closed.

"Want me to kiss you?"

"..."

Bu Qing shook his head vigorously, turned away, but a hand next to him caught his head, pulling him back.

The familiar scent invaded, Bu Qing was defenseless, eyes half-closed, vaguely seeing her face, lashes brushing across his skin, the tingling sensation making his heart flutter.

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