"Captain! What's going on!"
Crew members rushed over, including sailors and the newly appointed Chief Mate, all gathering at the sound of gunfire.
Looking at those who had arrived, Ande felt a chill in his heart. So many people, he wasn't confident he could kill them all... But right now they probably didn't know he'd killed the sailor.
"She! She killed someone. I took the gun from her. Stop her quickly! Oh, and don't kill her, we should torture her properly!"
Ande shouted cunningly, Watson was holding the Folding Blade, stained with blood. In such an urgent situation, listening to the Captain, the crew easily believed Ande.
They all moved past Ande, walking angrily towards Watson, murder in their eyes.
On this ship, there were basically no good people among the crew. Each had taken lives, and malice clung to them all.
