Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Molière tried his best to use words that were easy to understand to spread knowledge of cultural relics to these illiterate pirates. He told them that these gold coins were thousands of years old, equivalent to the Qin and Han Dynasties in China. How could the things left behind at that time not be valuable?

As long as you let me go, I can bring you guys to Hong Kong to find a great seller in Europe and sell you guys at a high price. This money is enough for you guys to exchange for a better pirate ship.

Goldfish was shocked when he heard this, "Good boy!" Why are you serving as a guard for the caravan when you're so rich? You can't be fooling me, right? You have to give me an explanation... Forget it, I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation. If you want me to believe you, you have to do something that I believe in, right? "

"Your identities are suspicious, what if it is big trouble? If I let you go, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? Besides, you took me to Hong Kong, what if I fall into a trap? If you want me to believe you are going to Hong Kong to sell your gold, you have to submit a letter of vote! "

"Ah?" What is it? "Vote..." Molière still did not understand much about the culture in the East. It was a little difficult for him to listen to such pure black words, but he knew that he had moved this pirate, and it seemed like he was going to bring him to Hong Kong.

Great, as long as we reach Hong Kong, even Xiao Letian couldn't do anything about it. The powers of England and France will protect me, and when the time comes I will return to Paris.

The Molière who was laughing crazily in his heart did not dare to make a sound from his mouth, nor did he dare to express his excitement. "I'll listen to you, just what exactly is going on. Please state it clearly …"

Goldfish sneered, "Seeing that you have offered so much gold coins, I can spare your life. However, my heart is still aching. I have to eat it …" There must also be a sacrifice for the Lord of the Sea God! "

"Aside from the three of you, the rest of the people on this ship are my subordinates. Who do you think we should kill?" "Choose your own …" After saying that, a bright dagger pierced the ground in front of Molière's feet.

Molière was already dumbstruck, he finally understood what was going on, it was to kill his own people, and let his own hands be stained with his own blood, then there would be no way out, the weakness would be in his opponent's hands.

The closed cabin door was opened again, and two dead dog-like French intelligence officer s were dragged out, their heads hanging limply on their chest.

The sailors flipped the two French intelligence officer who had fainted earlier, letting them rush at Molière's face. Molière looked at his two subordinates whose faces were swollen and couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

He had brought twenty of his men with him to Asia. These two had been the only ones left during the missions, battles, and disappearances.

Every one of his subordinates had trained their trusted aides for more than three years. If he wanted to support such a capable team after they all died, it would take another three to five years.

But what if he didn't? Am I going to die here? He died here with a heart full of unwillingness?

The icy cold hilt was grasped in his hand. Dark red silk wrapped around the blade with traces of old blood. Who knew how many people's chests had been cut open by this dagger and how many people's stomachs had been cut open!

"Do you really want to make a move? Are you really going to eat people's hearts? " Molière's lips and hands trembled like sieve chaff.

"Heh heh, of course. The sour spicy soup made by the human heart is extremely delicious. Have you ever heard of a hellish kid who would avoid you if he ate human soup? Gods and ghosts are afraid of evil! "

"Do it, do it!" Scratch their bellies with this knife and dig out their hearts... That way you can live! I'll take you to Hong Kong, I'll make you safe... "Hahahaha!"

The tip of the blade was moving back and forth in front of his two unconscious subordinates. Molière didn't know what he should do.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry. If I don't do this, I'll die! I can't die! I still have my life's dream to live. I want to go home! "I can't die here …"

Lei Meng is sorry! Who told you to question my command from the very beginning? Why the hell do you keep questioning my orders?! "Go and die …"

Anger rose from the bottom of his heart and turned into fear. Molière lost the last trace of his conscience and thrusted his shiny dagger at Lei Ao's chest.

Pfft! The sound of a knife cutting into flesh rang out, and blood splattered everywhere. Everyone in the vicinity cried out in alarm, and all the Chinese pirates were flabbergasted. "It really pierced through!" "Damn, they really did it!"

Molière forced the dagger to stab downwards with both hands. It was as if the dagger had stabbed into the deck, penetrating Lei Ao's heart, and now the blade could no longer move even half a centimeter forward.

"Leo!" "You are the most disobedient subordinate under me, and you are the one who brought yourself to this point …" Molière opened his eyes as he spoke.

"AHH!" The scene in front of him made him exclaim in shock. So it turned out that Lei Ao had not fainted, this angry intelligence officer held onto the edge of the dagger with both hands, and the dagger had already pierced into the bone of his palm.

It was as if Leo didn't know the pain. He gripped the blade tightly, blood flowing on his chest. The anger in his eyes shot out, "You want to kill me? Kill me for your own life! "Good, good, good. This is the officer I've been loyal to for five years!"

"You beast, you have a dream yet to be fulfilled, but I don't have a dream? If you want to live, then I will die! Aren't you trying to make a fortune in Paris? "That's why you have to climb our corpses!"

"Go to hell!" A rabbit stepped on an eagle, and Molière was kicked flying.

With his hands pierced by the dagger, Leo stood alone on the deck. He had forgotten to let someone pull out the knife, and a wave of sadness washed over him as he yelled at the woman with the bare upper body, "You win! You crazy woman, you won! Whatever you want, hahaha... Whatever you want! "

The woman who was drinking put down her glass, smiled, and clapped, "Hahaha …" Okay okay, okay, it was really too exciting, Jin Yandiao! I've won this gambling house again. This year, all the money you earned is mine! "

"Jin Yandiao! You are the one and only Jin Yandiao from the Southern Ocean! " When Molière heard this familiar voice, he immediately turned pale with fright, "Damn, you dared to plot against me. Didn't you already get taken in by Xiao Letian? "Bastard …"

He rushed forward with his life on the line, but the two pirates kicked him to the ground, then stepped on his head with their stinky feet. "Be quiet!" You don't have the right to be arrogant here! "

Jin Yandiao did not have time to respond to Molière. Instead, he bent his waist and said to the woman in a pitiful manner, "Oh, Chun Zi! 'My good wife, how can you lift your hand so high? At least leave half of it for me … ' If this man has no money to spend, then he would lose all his face! "

What happened? The crazy woman was actually called Chun Zi? She was pure bullshit! And she's even Jin Yandiao's wife?