Pirate : Ta Cavendish Has Many Blessings

The man frowned and stopped.

“Tired?”

“I’m tired.”

The old man took the last puff of his cigarette and waited quietly for death.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement at all

, and I saw the man looking at the old man so much, and he didn’t speak or move.

“Why not do it? My head is worth 10 million Baileys.

“Why are you tired?”

The man spoke.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like what I do.”

The man’s brows furrowed even more.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’m going to die, why should I fool you?”

The man did not speak, but just quietly looked at the old man.

“The things I don’t like, like what I do now, are murders, human trafficking, and so on every day.”

The man sneered

, “So, you’re a good guy?”

“It’s a pity that good people also die.”

Obviously, the man does not believe the words of the old man, and a gangster elder actually says that he does not like the dirty crimes he has done, who will believe this?

“When I was young, I wanted to be a navy and protect the people of the world from pirates.”

“When I was young, I wanted to be a village sheriff and protect the people in my village.”

“In middle age, I want to become a villager and pass this life in ordinary terms.”

“By old age, I don’t expect anything anymore.”

The man listened, his face still expressionless.

“It’s a pity that ideals and reality never fit perfectly, it’s ridiculous to say, I used to hope for justice and became a gangster elder.”

“I’m tired because what I’m doing doesn’t make sense to me.”

The old man glanced at the man.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Your reputation is known to everyone in the West Sea, do you like to kill people?”

At this question, the man was stunned, and the last sneer on his face disappeared.

yes, am I tired?

The man looked at his hands, and the blood of others had solidified on his hands.

Is what I do meaningful?

Me, why does it exist?

Me, who the hell?

The man fell into deep thought.

The old man shook his head and walked in front of the man

: “You might as well change the environment to find your own life.”

“Change the environment?”

“Hmm.”

“Murderous monk, I can’t help but tell you, now several big gangsters in the West Sea have joined hands and prepared to deal with the forces behind you.”

“You already know?”

The old man nodded

: “Don’t underestimate these gangsters, after all, they have been rooted in the West Sea for decades, and it is still easy to investigate the forces behind you.”

“Do you say so much to let me spare your life?”

The old man smiled after hearing this, and he said with open arms:

“My man is here, if you want to kill, you will kill”

The man stared straight into the old man’s eyes, and after a while, he turned around.

“What are you going to do?”

“Search, the meaning of my existence.”

When the man spoke, he had already walked to the door.

“Murderous monk.”

Hearing the old man call himself, the man stopped.

“What’s your name?”

The man was silent for a while, and then he spoke:

“Daz. Bonis: ”

…………

Sitting on the bed, Bonnis closed his eyes, he had not slept well last night.

Dreaming again….

The crunch

door was pushed open, and I saw Cavendish walk in,

“How’s the recovery?”

Touching his abdomen, Bonnis spoke, “It’s okay.” Walking

up to Bonis, Cavendish sat down.

“Do you still want to be stronger?”