Captain – Chapter 93 – Capture the King First to Catch the Thieves

Seeing that none of the men before her showed any intention of sheathing their weapons, Roy slowly placed her hand on the scabbard at her waist. She stepped forward, narrowing her eyes dangerously: “You bastards haven’t dared come to Yadris for so long that you’ve forgotten the rules here?”

“Rules?”

The squad members exchanged glances, then burst into sneers. One of them shook his head mockingly: “What worthless rules? Since Captain Richi took control of Yadris, fists have become the only rule here, naive little girl.”

“Fists…”

Roy tilted her head slightly, muttering these words under her breath, then sighed with complex emotions.

It seemed that Yadris had been thrown into chaos by that little bastard, and she wondered how much of the reputation she had painstakingly built up remained.

“Fine, fine. Since the gentlemen are in the mood, it would be impolite for this captain not to oblige, wouldn’t it?”

Roy deliberately drew her curved blade, her fingers lightly caressing the gleaming steel. Her dark golden pupils were like ancient wells, showing not a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Looking at that superbly crafted Iskan curved blade, which only the finest craftsmen could forge, the smiles on the Fighting Squad members’ faces gradually stiffened. When they heard the word “captain” from the young woman’s mouth, their eyelids couldn’t help but twitch rapidly.

Captain? Damn it, this woman is a captain!

The word “captain” represented the highest authority on a pirate ship, and the majesty it contained was deeply ingrained in every pirate’s heart. So upon hearing the young woman declare her identity, the Fighting Squad members immediately felt intense apprehension.

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They instinctively looked back, casting help-seeking glances toward their leader.

Roy hadn’t deliberately lowered her voice, and her self-introduction quickly spread throughout the tavern’s first floor. The sailors and Fighting Squad members from the Constantine showed concern in their eyes, while the spectators cheered for her, brazenly fanning the flames of this good show.

The young woman’s identity naturally reached Bazel’s ears as well.

Listening to his subordinate’s low report, the leader, exuding a cold aura, tapped the wooden table rhythmically, his expression so cold that it betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

“A… captain? Please, the captain of the Constantine is a captain, and the captain of a pitifully small single-masted sailboat is also a captain. How do you know which one she is?”

Seeing the difficult expression on his subordinate’s face, Bazel scolded him coldly, then stood up, leaning on the table. As he rose, a sea of people around him stood up as well, dark and imposing like heavy storm clouds.

Walking with uneven steps on the soft carpet, Bazel stepped over several subordinates still groaning in pain and stopped in front of the young couple. His gaze first swept over Caine’s calm face, then lingered on Roy’s half-smiling face.

“I can’t determine which ship you captain, so I don’t want to risk it for now.”

Bazel waved his hand, signaling his men to sheathe their curved blades: “But clearly, I have more men now, and my fist is stronger. So no matter where you’re from or how many men you have, I’m still in charge here.”

“So now, may I have the honor of inviting the captain for a drink?”

Roy smiled at him: “I’ve already responded to your subordinate, but he doesn’t seem able to convey my meaning now. So let me repeat it to you.”

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“Although I truly dislike the Constantine, if Solomon wanted to invite me for a drink, I wouldn’t mind sharing a table with him and reminiscing about our past. But you…”

The captain shook her head rather regretfully: “Forgive me for being blunt, but you’re not worthy, Bazel.”

Hearing the young woman’s completely unsparing words, the normally vicious and cold-hearted leader didn’t fly into a rage but instead looked at her thoughtfully and asked: “Have we met? Or are you… one of the captain’s lovers?”

It’s no wonder he thought this way. In these seas, women who dared to berate him like this and openly display hostility toward the Constantine were either that monster among legendary pirates or one of Captain Solomon’s former lovers.

If it were truly the latter, then he had indeed kicked an iron plate this time, and if the captain found out, he might even face punishment.

Thinking of this, Bazel suddenly felt a headache coming on. Just as he was about to say something to ease the tension, a fist struck him directly in the eye socket, sending him crashing straight into the subordinate behind him, causing chaos among them.

“Damn it, who’s that bastard’s lover?” Roy shook her left hand, chin slightly raised, cursing in a cold voice.

“You seem to have angered them, Captain.”

Watching Bazel get up from the floor, roaring as he drew his weapon, and hearing the numerous sounds of curved blades being unsheathed, Caine’s eye twitched, feeling rather overwhelmed.

Even discounting the fourteen men Roy had previously knocked down, there were still nearly forty skilled fighters before them. These weren’t easy opponents, and with just the two of them…

“They angered me first. Don’t overthink it—just take care of that scruffball.”

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Interrupting her first mate’s thoughts, Roy dropped a “watch my back” and charged into the crowd with her curved blade.

After cleanly cutting down the two men blocking her path, Roy finally confronted Bazel.

This seemingly gaunt man actually possessed extremely strong power, complemented by his agile, monkey-like movements and treacherous, underhanded techniques. In the past, he had caused plenty of trouble for the Mermaid.

But that was in complex deck battles with many people and chaotic fighting. Now, in the small space formed by the surrounding squad members, with nowhere to hide or dodge in face-to-face combat, it took only a few exchanges before Bazel showed signs of defeat.

If not for loyal squad members blocking blows for him, he would have been cleaved in two by Roy long ago.

“Damn it, damn it, you bastards, spread out, spread out!”

Bazel grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. His face-to-face combat ability wasn’t actually weak, but before this captain, he was as feeble as a chick before a wildcat, almost completely unable to fight back.

The leader’s withered brown hair scattered about as he shouted hysterically. If only he could escape this disadvantageous area and reach the complex terrain among the tavern tables, combined with his squad members’ encirclement, he was confident he could deal with this monster.

Unfortunately, the Constantine’s crew members had become bloodthirsty, continuously roaring wildly. Adding to that the raucous noise of spectators stirring up trouble, who could hear Bazel’s commands?

After another clash, the silver knife in Bazel’s hand was split in two by the sharp Iskan curved blade. He stumbled backward in despair, but in the crowded environment, where could he find space to hide? He could only watch helplessly as the blade tip came closer and closer.

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With a muffled sound, Bazel’s eyes immediately widened. He looked at those dark golden pupils, at the indifference and arrogance within them, and suddenly remembered that captain who people said had died.

Whether it was fighting prowess, appearance, or tone, she was identical to him—only the gender, only the gender…

Bazel’s eyes filled with bloodshot, suppressing the coldness of life ebbing away, and hoarsely shouted: “You… you’re Ro…”

Roy forcefully twisted the curved blade, scrambling the leader’s internal organs, leaving him without the strength to shout the next word.

Only after Bazel had stopped breathing and collapsed limply to the ground did Roy expressionlessly withdraw her blade. By this time, Caine had also arrived behind her. The two stood back-to-back, blade and sword pointing outward.

“You’ve improved a lot, Caine,” Roy said with a light laugh.

The captain’s smile was beautiful, but to the squad members, it looked like a devil’s grin.

Earlier when the captain charged forward, all attacks from behind were intercepted by her first mate. He seemed to have fully implemented the young woman’s teachings, each thrust of his sword aimed at the pirates’ most vulnerable spots, using speed and a reckless momentum to intimidate them from advancing.

Hearing the young woman’s words, Caine also smiled, softly responding to the captain’s praise.

“You taught me well, Captain.”