"No, don't kill me, please don't kill me."
Dalke, facing imminent death, immediately adopted a pleading posture.
Xiaofan temporarily put down the pistol and quietly watched him.
Dalke's eyes darted quickly, seemingly contemplating a last-ditch survival strategy.
"Don't think about stalling for time, and don't expect your men to come rescue you."
"I..." Dalke looked at Xiaofan in surprise. He had indeed been thinking of delaying, awaiting his brothers' discovery and rescue, but he didn't expect to be seen through so fast.
"Come on, over here, quickly."
At this moment, the sailors' shouts came from within the cabin. Subsequently, a group of people emerged.
The appearance of these people extinguished Dalke's hopes.
Three subordinates, with their hands tied, were brought onto the deck, followed by a group of sailors. At the end, Leng Yue leisurely walked out, silently standing beside Xiaofan.
"What's going on? These three are..." Zhou Jian immediately inquired.
