Kanbi didn't show any expression on his face after hearing Hoss's words, but slowly stood up. Redbeard thought Kanbi was really admitting his mistake, but who knew Kanbi would suddenly roar:

"Are you ordering me? How dare you order me?"

As the burly Kanbi roared furiously, he reached behind him and pulled out a steel wolf's fang club, about two meters long and at least as thick as a bowl, and smashed it down on Hoss's head!

"The only one in this world who can order me is the boss! You two idiots dare to make a fool of yourselves here and throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?"

Kanbi found this club to use as a temporary weapon. He couldn't carry a giant anchor with him all the time. When he struck with the club, Hoss was completely unprepared. He never expected Kanbi to attack him and could only shout and raise the cutlass at his waist to block. But Kanbi's strength at this time even exceeded Blood Anchor's. Although Hoss was strong, he was caught off guard and could only suffer.

With a loud "clang," Kanbi's iron club bent slightly, and Hoss's sheathed cutlass was dented. The remaining force smashed into Hoss's shoulder, shattering his shoulder blade and causing his shoulder to collapse directly. Hoss let out a miserable scream.

Kanbi had been a low-level pirate in the Siva pirates and had suffered some grievances. Now, he grinned and raised his club to sweep horizontally.

At this time, Redbeard had drawn his cutlass to help, but the best thing he could have done was to attack Kanbi's throat, so the inflexible Kanbi would definitely have to withdraw his move, because he couldn't risk his throat for the sake of landing this blow! This would have saved the man and taken the initiative.

But Redbeard shouldn't have been so confident and used his sword to block Kanbi's club. His strength was already lower than Kanbi's. When they collided, although the cutlass didn't fly away, he already felt a huge force coming from his hand. He barely managed to hold the hilt so that the sword didn't fly out of his hand, but his palm had been shaken numb and lost all feeling, and a large gash had been torn open, spilling a pool of blood.

Before Redbeard could recover, Kanbi's confidants had already pulled out their matchlock guns and fired in turn, causing Redbeard to stagger backward. After Kanbi withdrew his move, he casually added another smash. This club sent Redbeard tumbling horizontally 270 degrees in the air, before he crashed heavily onto the deck, and then... then Kanbi and his confidants swarmed up. It was a pity that these two guys were too confident and were captured alive. The rest need not be said.

After Fang Senyan heard about this, he just said faintly:

"Not bad."

But then he added:

"Since these two idiots want to save people so much, they must have a close relationship with Arundel. There's a saying in my hometown: 'Share blessings and share misfortunes.' Then strip off their clothes and hang them naked on the mast together!"

Fang Senyan gave an order, and his men naturally obeyed.

Redbeard and Hoss were both shocked and angry. They were shocked at why Kanbi possessed such great power, and angry that what seemed like a sure thing had suddenly turned upside down.

When they began to be stripped of their clothes, they couldn't help but roar and curse frantically. No one could understand the feeling of being doubly humiliated. They had come to save people with full confidence, but instead, they had fallen into the same plight as the people they were trying to save, suffering such terrible humiliation. How could they hold their heads up in front of their men in the future?

But Kanbi was really annoyed by their vicious curses, so he ordered their mouths to be stuffed with their own socks, and the world was immediately clean.

This time, even more people came to watch. Arundel should indeed be grateful to Redbeard and the others for coming to save him, so that the focus was on them, and he could finally catch his breath.

Then Fang Senyan remembered something else and ordered his men to bring him the clothes and pants that had been stripped off of these two unlucky guys for him to inspect. But it seemed that special plot equipment wasn't common. Fang Senyan strained his eyes this time but couldn't find it and could only sigh.

In the next few hours, the pirates of Tortuga were treated to a feast for the eyes. After all, the spectacle of the captain and first mate of a V-class ship being stripped naked and hung upside down was not something that could be seen often, especially since there was also Arundel, who was well-known in Tortuga and even among the pirates!

But just like a wonderful stage play, since there is a beginning, a prelude, suspense, and a climax, there must be an epilogue. If there is no epilogue, then it must be unfinished. This wonderful stage play directed by Fang Senyan also began to enter its climax, or rather, began to transition towards the epilogue, with the appearance of a group of people.

Six hours after his capable subordinates were hung naked on the mast,

Tortuga's wealthiest merchant, the descendant of the pirate codifier, and even the strong man who could sit on equal footing with the seven pirate lords—Cortel. Husta. Bartholomew finally appeared. He appeared on the street in front of the pier and walked towards this side step by step.

Three of the seven pirate lords' evaluation of Cortel was:

Old and cunning, planning before acting, rarely taking action, and when he does, he must have enough certainty!

Cortel, who had been preparing for a full six hours, had obviously given Fang Senyan enough, even too much, attention. How would he handle this matter that made him lose face?

In full view of the public,

Cortel just brought one subordinate and walked directly towards Fang Senyan's Sam?

Almost all the pirates couldn't believe their eyes, but the fact was indeed so.

Cortel was a very fat guy, who looked like he was living a pampered life. He was smoking a briar pipe and smiling at everyone. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed, and he looked very friendly. He looked like a businessman, or rather, the kind who was very easy to talk to and would rather suffer losses than let you take advantage of him.

The person next to him had a deadpan face, as if everyone owed him a lot of money and had owed it for a long time. This person looked very unfamiliar. Many pirates who had been "unemployed" for a long time and had been hanging around in the port and bars of Tortuga didn't recognize him.

But Cortel was obviously not a fool. Since he dared to come to this domineering ship with only this one person, he naturally had his reasons. Kanbi sat on the wooden box next to him with a swagger. After gaining power, he naturally didn't take these two people seriously. At this time, as long as Fang Senyan gave the word, this guy, who was full of confidence, would even dare to pounce on Siva and kill him!

"What are you here for?"

Kanbi squinted his eyes, picking his nails with a cutlass, and said casually:

"If you want to see naked men, then look at them on the pier. Don't dirty our deck. If you want to save people, then be prepared to be hung on the mast with them!"

The man with the deadpan face next to Cortel suddenly spoke, saying coldly:

"Who dares to impersonate someone from the Flying Dutchman?"

Although Kanbi's vision had become higher at this time, he immediately became respectful when he heard the words "Flying Dutchman," and his momentum suddenly dropped. But after hearing it, he immediately instinctively retorted loudly:

"Who's impersonating?"

Cortel laughed and said:

"This is Mr. Stilwell. He is usually responsible for the communication between the Flying Dutchman and the land. He usually has a lot of contact with us. Whether or not someone is impersonating, you can tell at a glance."

This Stilwell sneered:

"Captain Jones's reputation is too great, and there are fools everywhere impersonating him. Last month, I caught three swindlers in Santo Domingo and hanged them directly on the cross next to them. Whether or not someone is impersonating, I can tell at a glance."

It turned out that since the sailors of the Flying Dutchman were cursed, they could only go ashore once every ten years. But they also had families, so they casually found this Stilwell to be responsible for converting the treasures plundered from the ship into money and then mailing them to their families. Moreover, the supplies of the Flying Dutchman, such as gunpowder, shells, and fresh water, also had to go through him.

Cortel was also cunning and shrewd. He invited such a person here because he was sure that the biggest thing that this guy who claimed to be a sailor was relying on was the identity of "third mate of the Flying Dutchman." Cortel didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence that someone would disappear for ten years and then suddenly reappear... so his behavior was undoubtedly undermining the whole thing!

As long as Stilwell exposed Fang Senyan as a liar, Cortel would take advantage of the opportunity when the enemy's sailors' morale was greatly reduced and send people over to take over the ship in a legitimate way.

For someone of Cortel's status to do this kind of sneaky thing, he had to occupy the moral high ground in everything. Otherwise, the merchants of Tortuga might feel alarmed and insecure, which would affect the overall prosperity of commerce and might even be used as a handle by opponents to attack him. First attack the mind, then attack the enemy's body. This was what Cortel always liked to do.

Kanbi was about to speak, but Fang Senyan's voice had already come from the cabin:

"Very good, I want to see who dares to slander me."

Soon, Fang Senyan walked out of the cabin, calmly looked around, and said to Stilwell:

"You, who, are, you?"

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