Chapter 47 Trouble and Disaster

Reef's face changed. According to British tradition, dropping a glove meant a duel, a form of "legal barbarism." At the same time, Fang Senyan received a notification from the Nightmare Imprint:

"You have received a duel request from an important plot character: Will Turner!"

"Do you accept?"

Fang Senyan hesitated and immediately queried:

"What are the losses if I refuse?"

But the Nightmare Imprint's response was straightforward:

"Insufficient permissions, unable to query."

Fang Senyan thought carefully. His reputation among pirates was already close to worship, while Will Turner was just an unknown apprentice. Questioning him would give him a headache, but if any random person questioned him, they would likely be ignored. With this in mind, Fang Senyan directly chose to refuse. As expected, there were no losses, likely due to the significant difference in reputation between the two parties.

Will Turner's face became even more unpleasant when he realized his duel was refused. He looked at Fang Senyan and said seriously:

"If you dare harm Elizabeth, I will stab this sword into your heart!"

After speaking, he left without looking back. Fang Senyan sighed inwardly. Will Turner was a variable he hadn't anticipated, but he was, after all, human, not a god. It was impossible for everything to go smoothly, and for everyone to bow down and acknowledge him as their leader. Falling out with Will Turner was within acceptable expectations.

What made him feel somewhat棘手 (jí shǒu, troublesome) was that if Will Turner was just a nuisance, then this guy Kerry was a disaster. Because, as a contractor himself, he knew everything clearly, knew more than other contractors, and if he intended to, he posed the greatest potential threat to Fang Senyan's plans!

Trouble could be tolerated, but if a disaster wasn't eliminated, it would become a hidden danger!

This was definitely not a situation Fang Senyan wanted to see. With this in mind, Fang Senyan asked the two guards for the address of Kerry's store and left with his men.

For someone like Kerry, you couldn't give him time to breathe or buffer. Otherwise, this guy, who had painstakingly managed relationships in the Pirates of the Caribbean world for so long, might actually launch a counterattack and leave him in a sorry state.

Although Fang Senyan and most of his men were visiting Port Royal for the first time, one shouldn't forget that Philip and others had previously served as officers in Port Royal. Although they weren't directly under Norrington's command, they were local experts in Port Royal. Before they came, they had given Fang Senyan a comprehensive and detailed introduction, so Fang Senyan was now very familiar with all the secret routes and back alleys.

Of course, Fang Senyan wasn't foolish enough to rush directly into Kerry's shop to cause trouble. That would only give the Norrington's loyal soldiers maintaining order an excuse to intervene. There were many ways to defeat a person. Taking their life was just the most direct way. Besides that, there were many other methods to achieve the same goal.

Given the current situation, where it was inconvenient to take action, Fang Senyan planned to take another approach to bring down Mr. Kerry, and he was currently looking for professionals skilled in that approach.

He led his group along the small path paved with fine cobblestones, heading towards the fish market of Port Royal. It had to be admitted that the dirty and chaotic conditions here were in stark contrast to the neatness and beauty of Port Royal:

Upon approaching the area, the air was filled with a pungent fishy and rotten smell. The gaps between the broken bricks on the ground overflowed with dark and murky water, mixed with scarlet blood and pale fish scales. People had to tiptoe and carefully watch their every step to avoid stepping into that nightmarish filth.

After passing through a large crowd, Fang Senyan and his group passed one fish stall after another, with many people looking at them with suspicion and vigilance, probably because the area was full of thieves and bandits.

Finally, the group arrived at the cleanest and driest house in the fish market. Fang Senyan gave the old sea dog, who had traveled far and wide, an inquiring look, and the old sea dog nodded. Then, Fang Senyan winked, and Canby simply kicked open the half-closed door.

This crude and direct way of opening the door was undoubtedly effective. Several guys who were gambling inside jumped up in fright. When they saw that the newcomers were not law officers or red and white uniformed soldiers, they immediately became bolder.

Some slammed the table and threw benches, others opened their clothes, revealing the knives at their waists, and staggered forward with fierce expressions:

"Hey! This is private property. You looking for death? Hand over your money and get out!"

But they quickly froze in place, with the muzzles of three cold flintlock guns pointed at their foreheads. Compared to the cold-blooded pirates, these local thugs were far inferior in terms of presence alone. The old sea dog shrugged and said:

"Babies, you're lucky. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to get blood on my new clothes. Where's your boss, Wilson? I have something to talk to him about."

Wilson was selling fish at a fish stall not far away. Under Norrington's iron fist, even gangsters had to have their own business to cover their identities. Wilson, for example, collected a fish directly from the fish sellers every day as protection money, and then sold these extorted fish at his own fish stall. So, when his underlings came with long faces to tell him that someone was looking for him, he hurried back.

"It's you? Canby? You're quite bold. Although Norrington is attacking pirates outside, he'll probably be back soon for supplies. Why haven't you left yet? Do you want to be hanged on the rocks outside?"

Canby rolled his eyes and said:

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you taking a job worth one hundred pounds?"

Hearing the words "one hundred pounds," the eyes of all the small-time gangsters present shot out strange light, as if dogs had smelled the aroma of bones. Canby impatiently threw out a money bag, from which shiny gold coins flowed:

"Twenty pounds in advance, and eighty pounds after the job is done."

Wilson swallowed, stroking the smooth, cool gold coins with his fingers. He visibly used great willpower to restrain his desire, and said with difficulty:

"You know, I don't take killing jobs."

The old sea dog said in a hoarse voice:

"No one's asking you to kill anyone. The owner of a store on the street has offended us, so our boss thinks his business doesn't need to continue."

Wilson perked up and said:

"Which one?"

"Number ten, Nathan Road, the one called Faith Trading Company."

The old sea dog looked at Fang Senyan and then spoke.

Wilson recalled for a moment, grabbed the money bag next to him, and laughed wildly:

"Good! There are only two or three companies I wouldn't dare touch. I'll take this job."

At this time, Kerry was naturally very panicked. He never expected that meeting Fang Senyan was like a mouse meeting a cat! He originally thought that the network of relationships he had painstakingly built up over so long would be easily broken by Fang Senyan!

Under these circumstances, Kerry felt that Fang Senyan was even more unfathomable, and even had a feeling of being unmatched!

At this time, his only comfort was that he had become closer to Will Turner.

Moreover, after this handsome guy saw him looking sad, he took the initiative to comfort him, saying that if those thugs dared to cause trouble, he would definitely come to help, which made Kerry feel a little more comfortable.

After some deliberation, Kerry still believed that Fang Senyan wouldn't dare to commit violence in Port Royal. Once he dared to use force, the guards who came after hearing the news would not be easy to deal with. After all, Kerry also paid taxes to the Governor on time every month, and it had to be admitted that Mr. Norrington was a person who liked order and force. The security of Port Royal had always been very good.

Just as Kerry was putting his mind at ease, he suddenly heard a loud crash from the front. His heart tightened, and he rushed out in a hurry, but there were already many people shouting: "Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!"

Kerry's heart twitched with fear. When he went out, he felt a darkness before his eyes. He saw that the most expensive piece of Chinese porcelain in the front of the store had been smashed into pieces on the ground. The hired servant stood aside in fear, trembling non-stop, while a person was lying face down on the ground, blood gurgling from his head, quickly forming a pool.

When the servant saw Kerry, he rushed over as if seeing a savior, and said tremblingly:

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone! He fell himself."

At this time, a large group of people had poured in. The potential for gossip didn't distinguish between men and women, young and old, races, or nationalities. They pointed and talked non-stop, discussing what they were seeing. Seeing this rare scene in Port Royal, the anger accumulated in Kerry's heart finally erupted. He roared:

"Get out! Get out! All of you get out!"

But almost at the same time, two thin soldiers in red and white uniforms walked over from outside. The two said with stern faces:

"Mr. Kerry, someone has just complained to the judge that you are buying and selling smuggled goods and are suspected of murder. Please come with us to answer the judge's questions. Everything you say now may be used as evidence in court!" ro!.