Chapter 107 - Black Sail XII (1/2)

Without so much as a warning, Zhang Heng’s feet flew across the tavern, before landing hard on a table! The violent landing had knocked him out for a bit, and he was on the ground for a while before mustering enough strength to stand up again.

With his head spinning, came loud cheering in the air and glasses clinking.

In contrast, the strapping man grabbed a glass of beer from the hooker who walked by with a tray.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say? I can’t hear you! Speak up, you rodent,” growled the muscular man with a loud burp after bottoming up his frothy pint.

Zhang Heng could do nothing about it, having lost quite a bit of weight after his recovery from the illness on the ship. Though fully recovered, his strength was still limited, requiring more time to build it back up. The muscular man notwithstanding, Zhang Heng was way stronger than his current self when he just entered this world.

Gasping and screaming for air, Zhang Heng stole a glance at the old pirate, who sat silently while watching the drama unfold before him. With a plate of barbequed pork and a glass of wine placed in front of him, he chewed thoughtfully, sipping his drink and lavishing ay the sight of the boy getting thrashed by the pirate. The 300 silver pesos seemed like the last thing on his mind now.

When Zhang Heng finally mustered enough strength to stand on his feet, a fist came flying at him again. Fortunately, Zhang Heng was quick enough to respond, dodging the attack by inches. Knowing that he had missed, the buff man wiggled his finger with a grunt, taunting Zhang Heng to retaliate.

Without so much as an ounce of hesitation, Zhang Heng drew his gun and pointed it squarely at the chest of his opponent.

No one expected that Zhang Heng would use a gun in this fight, their dissent made apparent by the loud boos of disgruntlement the moment they spotted him drawing his weapon. With the gun cocked and loaded, he squinted, not about to make any sudden moves. No matter how many fists he could block, how many heads he could smash, one puny bullet was enough to send him to the afterlife.

“Despicable!”

Many took the muscular man’s side, and the entire tavern roared in support of him. Zhang Heng was unbothered by this. He wasn’t here to please the crowd. Since there was a quick and effective alternative, why should he hesitate using the firearm? If he knew the muscular guy would so abruptly toss him aside without so much as a word, he would have pointed the gun point-blank at the brute’s head from the very beginning.

Seeing the murderous glaze in Zhang Heng’s unremorseful eyes, the muscular man knew his life was really on the line. He took out his wallet unwillingly, still eyeballing the gun, and handed the money to the old pirate.

“Where is the other half,” asked the old pirate.

“That’s all I have for now. I will return the rest in three months’ time.”

“Fine! By that time, that’s an extra 50 for the interest.”

“Frazer… you old goddamned blood-sucking vampire!”

“Whoa… that wasn’t the language you used when you wanted to borrow my money.”

Frazer then waved to Zhang Heng, signaling him over to the table.

“Job well done, me lad! C’mon over and have something to eat. We’re moving on to the next one after this!”