radicalducati Chapter 351 Hop on My Pirate Ship
Chapter 351 Hop on My Pirate Ship
Chapter 351 Hop on My Pirate Ship
"Scorpion Tiger Douluo! Zhang Peng!"
Upon hearing Zhang Peng announce his name, Feng Shiyi, who was hiding in the shadows, flashed to Xiao Ye No. 3's side, shielding Xiao Ye No. 3 behind her, gripping the cross-shaped scythe tightly in her hand, and her aura instantly soared to its peak.
Zhang Peng calmly looked at Feng Shiyi, his gaze landing on her martial spirit, the cross-shaped scythe, and said, "No wonder I felt you looked familiar, young lady. Are you from Feng Ling's squad?"
A bead of sweat rolled down Feng Shiyi's forehead. She hadn't even recognized Zhang Peng! And yet, Zhang Peng had come looking for her!
Her soul power surged rapidly, and blood vessels began to appear in her eyes. She was ready to sacrifice herself!
Even if Ye Nanxiao can only hold off Zhang Peng for a second, it will give him a chance to escape.
"Just run, run as far as you can! Don't look back!" Feng Shiyi transmitted her voice to Xiao Ye No. 3 using her soul power.
Seeing Feng Shiyi's alarmed reaction, Xiao Ye No. 3 quickly reacted, pressing down on Feng Shiyi's shoulder to keep her still.
"I didn't expect it to be Scorpion Tiger Douluo. So, sir, you came here not just to hear me agree with your point of view, right?" Little Ye No. 3 patted Feng Shiyi's shoulder lightly.
"Don't be nervous. The old gentleman is here to reason with us. Go and make me two cups of tea. Use the treasured tea from the innermost compartment of my cabinet. Don't let your hands shake while you're making the tea!" Xiao Ye No. 3 pulled Feng Shiyi behind him with a little force.
"What are you all standing there for? Don't you need to open for business? Don't you need to eat?" Xiao Ye No. 3 turned around and shouted at the people standing around him.
"Boss! We..." Li Yuanren hesitated for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, and he decided to stay. The ten rings on his hands gleamed slightly.
He swallowed the "poison" given to him by Ye Nanxiao. If Ye Nanxiao died, he would only be able to wait for his own death. In addition, Ye Nanxiao had been very good to him. He would reveal all his trump cards. As long as he could hold on for a few seconds, he could take his boss and escape through the tunnel.
"Get to work! Are you going to pay me for nothing?!" Xiao Ye No. 3 glared at Li Yuanren, then calmly sat back down in his chair, smoking a cigar and looking at Zhang Peng.
Zhang Peng showed no murderous intent, nor did his eyes reveal any other emotion. When faced with Feng Shiyi and Li Yuanren's actions, he simply stood still, his gaze fixed on him. Xiao Ye No. 3 was certain that Zhang Peng was not there to cause trouble.
Xiao Ye No. 3 took a deep drag of smoke. He wasn't very confident and could only gamble.
"He remains calm under pressure, which shows good composure. No wonder he's a businessman." Zhang Peng exclaimed, sat back in his chair, and pulled his hood up over his head.
"Without danger, how can one remain calm in the face of peril? So, sir, after hearing the answer, what are your plans?" Little Ye No. 3 asked.
Upon hearing this, a hint of confusion appeared in Zhang Peng's eyes.
His ideas have been recognized, which is something to be happy about, but he can't be happy right now because, judging from the reactions of Feng Shiyi and the others, his identity is still that of an evil soul master.
The powerful man once spared his life, and he swore that as long as that man existed, he would never be born.
It was precisely because that man defined him as an evil spirit master that he was labeled as such and ostracized wherever he went. In the end, when he went into seclusion in the mountains, he was found by the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Kid, you're asking a demonic soul master what his plans are? Don't you think that's ridiculous?" Zhang Peng chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"I am an evil spirit master. What do you think an evil spirit master can do after that?"
Feng Shiyi's hand, which had been loosening its grip on the cross-shaped sickle, instantly tightened its grip.
"Aren't you going to make some tea?" Xiao Ye No. 3 pushed Feng Shiyi away, not forgetting to give Feng Shiyi a reassuring look.
Feng Shiyi gritted her teeth, glanced at Zhang Peng, and turned to leave.
"Please excuse my ignorance, sir," Xiao Ye No. 3 shrugged.
Zhang Peng shook his head slightly and said, "She's doing much better here with you than before."
Although he was a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhang Peng still controlled himself and did not let his bottom line disappear.
If his bottom line disappears, he will truly succumb and become a true evil spirit master.
"Old sir, I don't see that you are evil. Although you come from the Holy Spirit Cult, you don't seem to be an evil spirit master? Is there some reason for this?" Xiao Ye No. 3 keenly caught the confusion and disappointment in Zhang Peng's eyes and instantly decided to take another gamble.
He wanted to gamble that Zhang Peng had become an evil spirit master only because he had been labeled.
Zhang Peng glanced at Xiao Ye No. 3 with surprise. He understood the implication in Xiao Ye No. 3's words: Did he have some unspeakable difficulties that led him to choose to join the Holy Spirit Cult?
"You want to recruit me?" Zhang Peng asked bluntly.
"That's right. Since the old man isn't some kind of evil spirit master, but he's joined the Holy Spirit Cult, wouldn't it be a pity if he were to be corrupted by the Holy Spirit Cult in the future?" Little Ye No. 3 said boldly.
Zhang Peng never expected that, despite his reputation as an evil soul master, a junior would say he wasn't an evil soul master and even try to recruit him.
"You're interesting, kid. In all my years of life, you're the first person to admit that I'm not an evil soul master. I suppose you're only saying this because you're interested in my strength?" Zhang Peng said disdainfully.
The temptation of recruiting a titled Douluo-level fighter is too great for these businessmen.
"First of all, in my understanding, the old gentleman is definitely not a kind of evil spirit master. Secondly, what I'm after is the old gentleman's strength. What else could it be? The old gentleman's strength is his greatest value," Xiao Ye No. 3 said, spreading his hands.
Zhang Peng was speechless. He hadn't expected Xiao Ye No. 3 to be so honest and straightforward.
But what they said makes sense. His greatest value lies in his skills; otherwise, why would they hire an old man like him? As a model? They're selling rare metals, which he wouldn't understand.
"Hmph! So if you're going to recruit me, what do you want to do?" Zhang Peng asked, somewhat tempted, as being recognized was his greatest wish.
"To guard the house!" Little Ye No. 3 smiled.
"You brat! I am a Super Douluo, after all! You expect me to guard your house?" Zhang Peng slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair, shattering it.
The sound of the armrest breaking made Feng Shiyi, who was holding a cup of tea, flash back to Xiao Ye No. 3.
Xiao Ye No. 3 calmly took a cup of tea from the tray in Feng Shiyi's hand and pointed to the chair under Zhang Peng's buttocks.
"A fine nanmu wood chair, a masterpiece by a master carpenter from Mingdu, 300 gold soul coins per chair, thank you."
"Outrageous! Three hundred gold soul coins for just a chair! What kind of profiteer are you!" Zhang Peng cursed, then smashed the other armrest with a single slap.
"The chair is made of good materials and was made by a master craftsman. The original price was 1,200, but charging you 300 is already cheap. Surely a dignified Super Douluo can afford 300 gold soul coins?" Little Ye No. 3 said sarcastically.
"You brat!" Zhang Peng's furious expression froze for a moment. His personal storage soul tool contained only weapons, no money, and not even rare metals.
After serving the elders for a long time and being served by others, he developed the habit of not carrying money with him; his wealth was carried by his servants.
"Hmph, would I, the mighty Scorpion Tiger Douluo, owe you a chair?" After a long while, Zhang Peng finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.
Feng Shiyi placed the teacup in front of Zhang Peng, her expression somewhat strange. The Scorpion Tiger Douluo was actually bargaining with Xiao Ye No. 3 like an old man from the same village?
After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Peng's expression softened slightly. He looked at Xiao Ye No. 3 and asked, "I am Scorpion Tiger Douluo, and I am considered an evil soul master by the world. If you recruit me, you will be branded as someone who colludes with evil soul masters and be ostracized by the world. Even so, you still want to recruit me?"
Upon hearing Zhang Peng's words, Xiao Ye No. 3 was overjoyed. He knew that Zhang Peng was interested.
"The world is vast and full of wonders. Even if there is truth, it is only the truth spoken by a few and widely spread. If you can prove that you are not an evil spirit master, then this stigma will naturally disappear," Xiao Ye No. 3 laughed.
Zhang Peng listened and thought it made sense, but then he thought about it again. He had cultivated all his life and had never harmed a single person, but in the end he was still labeled as an evil soul master.
"Truth comes from the barrel of a gun. If you don't believe I can clear your name, sir, why not wait for time to tell?"
Xiao Ye No. 3 reached out and weighed Feng Shiyi in his hand.
Feng Shiyi immediately understood and took out a token.
"This is the token of an elder from the Aodu Chamber of Commerce. If it's convenient for you, sir, you may accept it." Xiao Ye No. 3 placed the token on the table.
Zhang Peng hesitated, still somewhat wary, but Xiao Ye No. 3's words were very tempting.
His greatest wish and obsession in this life is to be able to get rid of the label that man put on him, to appear in the world openly and proudly and to proclaim the name of Scorpion Tiger Douluo.
He chose to join the Holy Spirit Cult because the Holy Spirit Cult had accurately identified his predicament: he could not appear openly in the world and could only hide in the shadows.
After being defeated, he suffered a major mental breakdown and desperately needed an environment that would accept him. So, he joined the Holy Spirit Church.
Because within the Holy Spirit Cult, there are many others who share similar experiences, possess unique martial spirits, but are not inherently evil. They huddle together in this cold world, seeking warmth and companionship.
"Old Zhang, my greatest wish is the same as yours: to walk openly and honestly in this world, and to be accepted by it!"
The voice of a companion echoed in Zhang Peng's mind.
"Let's give it a try! Anyway, I have nothing to lose! What if it works!" Zhang Peng made up his mind and reached out to take the token from Xiao Ye No. 3's hand.
Xiao Ye No. 3 witnessed Zhang Peng's changing expressions throughout the entire process. When Zhang Peng accepted the token, Xiao Ye No. 3 knew that he had won the bet.
If we could get a Super Douluo in exchange, even if it's just a nominal foreign aid, it would be a huge win.
"Boy, tell me your name!" Zhang Peng stood up and asked.
"My name is Mu Shiyi," said Xiao Ye No. 3.
"I've remembered this. If one day you can fulfill my wish, then guarding the house wouldn't be out of the question!" Zhang Peng's figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke and drifted away.
Xiao Ye No. 3 glanced in the direction Zhang Peng had left, reached for his teacup, and took a sip.
Feng Shiyi glanced at Xiao Ye No. 3's trembling hands, snorted coldly, and said, "Can't keep up the act anymore?"
Xiao Ye No. 3 raised his hands back and forth, but found that he couldn't stop trembling, so he simply put down his teacup and slumped in the chair.
"Put this chair on Old Zhang's tab! It'll be deducted from his future salary!"
"Zhang Peng hasn't even agreed to join your pirate ship yet, and you've already taken it to heart?" Feng Shiyi gave Xiao Ye No. 3 a disdainful look.
"My ship only sells one-way tickets! Once you're on my pirate ship, don't even think about getting off!" Little Ye No. 3 said with a smirk.
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