He was shifting about within that tiny patch of deck by the rail.
Yet in just a brief moment, the pirates who had originally been besieging Su Mo all changed appearance.
Their whole bodies turned deathly pale, not a trace of human color left.
They were drenched from head to toe, charging at that man with no fear of death.
Each of them shouted at the same time:
"Flag Master… Flag Master!"
The space by the rail was, naturally, limited.
The man paused, then was about to soar into the air.
But his ankle suddenly tightened—someone had already grabbed him.
He looked down and saw that his own men, who had been fighting for him a moment ago, had all spread their arms, just waiting to drag him into the crowd.
"No…"
Seeing this scene, the fear in his heart could no longer be restrained.
His Inner Strength ran on reflex, and he was about to kill the one grabbing him.
