Chapter 144 - - 144 Happy Big Spender_1

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“Let me go, you lunatic.”

The witch struggled fiercely, but after Duge gave her a smack on the butt, she suddenly calmed down.

The maid at the end of the corridor who collected money was taken aback when she saw the witch being carried out, then swiftly drew the dagger from her waist and stabbed towards Duge’s chest.

Her movements were swift and decisive, her skills far surpassed those of the pirates like Barry who fought at sea all year round, almost on par with Feng Yunjie’s level.

In the narrow space, there was no room to dodge.

Duge gave her a slight smile and kicked towards her abdomen.

The maid was sent flying backwards.

The straight stabbing dagger changed course downwards, aiming for Duge’s calf.

Duge pulled his leg back and smiled at her again.

The maid’s tense face unconsciously softened into a slight smile, her vigilant spirit relaxed considerably, and Duge kicked out again. The maid, unable to raise her dagger in time, could only try to press down on Duge’s foot.

But with Duge’s enhanced attributes, his strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. With one kick, he sent the maid’s hand flying and struck her abdomen, sending her flying out.

Crash!

The wooden door shattered, and the maid fell onto the street, clutching her abdomen in pain, writhing non-stop.

What happened?

The pirates queued outside were stunned.

Barry clutched his forehead in pain, it was over. He knew his master was restless, but this was too much fuss. He had only been inside for a few minutes, and he had already beaten the maid out.

And seeing Duge, who followed carrying the witch, Barry was in despair.

Vito, his forehead veins throbbing, watched Duge’s actions. What did you mean by carrying the witch out after going in for a divination?

That’s not right.

You cause trouble inside, and you still have me lining up outside?

Just as expected.

There would never be a chance for growth amidst chaos; with him, you never know what he’s going to do next.

Paul’s compatibility with chaos was simply too high.

He truly loved stirring up trouble!

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“Vito, catch,” Duge tossed the package he was holding to Vito.

Vito caught it reflexively as Duge turned back into the witch’s cabin, grabbed the bag full of Gold Coins, and dashed out again. “Barry, Vito, let’s go.”

After saying this,

He charged out, leading the way with the witch over his shoulder.

Barry and Vito helplessly drew their cutlasses and followed Duge, covering for him.

At that moment,

The pirates queuing outside the witch’s cabin finally reacted.

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“Fuck, he’s taken the witch.”

“Stop him!”

“Damn it, where did this madman come from? Is he not afraid of the witch’s curse?”

“Kill him, rescue the witch. This guy clearly wants to monopolize the news of the Sea God Scepter…”

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And in that short while, the trio led by Duge had already run dozens of meters away.

The pirates drew their weapons and howled as they gave chase, calling out to their comrades up front.

Herd Island often had Bounty Hunters who would chop off heads and run, so being chased by a crowd was common. The people on the streets were used to it.

During such incidents, they would automatically step aside, clearing the way. The vendors would skillfully drag their goods back and then join the crowd to enjoy the spectacle and their own kind of joy.

However, seeing someone carrying a person as they ran was a first for them.

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What’s going on?

Has the witch been kidnapped?

Duge’s guess was correct; indeed, there were several contestants on Herd Island. Three lurked outside the witch’s cabin: a down-and-out hooked pirate basking in the sun in a corner, a young beggar asking for alms on the street, and a vendor selling gingerbread at a stall.

Guarding outside the witch’s cabin, they had ambushed many contestants.

The kidnapping of the witch was completely beyond their expectations.

The hooked pirate sprang to his feet and joined the chase.

The vendor upturned his gingerbread stand, and the young beggar no longer pretended to be pitiable, overtaking everyone with even greater speed…

What a joke?

They were counting on the witch to make a fortune!

How could they play if someone abducted the witch?

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“You scamp, I always knew something was off about you, what’s your keyword?” the Hooked pirate chased closely behind the young beggar, shouting loudly.

“Go to hell, old hook! You stole the bounty from me last time, and I haven’t settled the score with you yet!” the young beggar retorted vehemently. “Your keyword must be ’laziness,’ huh? Running so fast, aren’t you afraid of losing attributes?”

“Killing you will naturally boost my attributes back up,” the Hooked Pirate yawned, and the beggar’s steps immediately slowed, his eyes bleary as if he could fall asleep on the street at any moment.

The Hooked Pirate’s arm hook unceremoniously aimed for the beggar’s throat, but it was still three inches away.

A flash of light streaked by, and the beggar’s head soared into the sky.

Blood from the neck stump sprayed across the Hooked Pirate’s face.

The Hooked Pirate jolted awake, his iron hook swiftly raised to shield his own throat.

Clang!

It perfectly blocked a curved blade.

“It’s you,” the Hook eyed the gingerbread vendor to his side, narrowing his eyes.

“Old Hook, quick reflexes, but you’re no match for me. Just surrender peacefully and give me your attributes,” the gingerbread vendor laughed heartily, retracting his blade and slashing toward his side again.

The curved blade danced through the air, leaving afterimages.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Hooked Pirate parried desperately, quickly losing the upper hand. He yawned again, but the gingerbread vendor opposite him remained unaffected, while another vendor watching the commotion collapsed face-first into the ground, soundly asleep.

The Hooked Pirate was startled: “Your skill?”

The gingerbread vendor chuckled: “No one can hurt me! Your life is mine now…”

“Don’t kill me; we can cooperate. The person who kidnapped the witch must be a candidate; I can help you control him,” the Hooked Pirate spoke rapidly. “No, not cooperate, I’ll assist you. My skill can force people to sleep.”

“Your growth is too slow,” the gingerbread vendor shook his head disdainfully, lowering his voice, “Besides, in this simulation battle, I don’t need any assistance, especially not trash keywords assistance from the likes of you.”

Ha!

The Hooked Pirate stubbornly yawned again.

As pirates ran past them, one collapsed on the spot, plunging into a deep sleep, but after being stepped over, he yelped and sprang back up, utterly confused.

“Your skill is reflection?” the Hooked Pirate shouted with all his might, knowing he was doomed to be eliminated, but he wouldn’t let his assassin get off easily. As long as there were hidden candidates within the crowd, they’d be prepared when they next encountered him.

Thud!

The gingerbread vendor’s curved blade cut through his iron hook, sliced across his throat, and claimed his life.

Feeling his attributes increase, he spat contemptuously at the corpse on the ground and muttered, “Idiot, you guessed wrong. My skill is invincible in this simulation battle…”

Having said this.

He paid no further attention to the two players he had just eliminated.

The gingerbread vendor turned and continued his pursuit of Duge.

Judging by Duge’s speed, his ranking must be high. Killing him would surely cause a quantum leap in his own attributes.

Rescuing the witch would also earn him her goodwill.

Then, allying with the witch to sabotage the other candidates would be even easier.

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“Captain, we need a plan fast; more and more people are coming,” Barry shouted anxiously as he cleaved a pirate that had lunged at him from the side.

Enemies were closing in from all sides, and there was Paul, stubbornly clutching the witch, unable to help him. Barry felt today might be his last.

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“Big brother, you are so handsome!”

“Big brother, your beard is so sexy…”

“Big brother, you exude such a strong manly fragrance…”

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Vito was flattering, tossing out a compliment to everyone he encountered before delivering a lethal blow, his killing efficiency far outstripping Barry’s.

But facing a swarm of pirates bearing down on him, he too felt overwhelmed.

Flattery wasn’t a combat skill!

Even if they reached the ship now, this mob would follow and kill them!

Why put themselves in such danger?

Crash!

A handful of gold coins were tossed amongst the crowd by Duge: “Lads, it’s payday! Genuine gold coins, keep what you find!”

Boom!

The spectating crowd immediately erupted into chaos as they scrambled to pick up the gold coins, gleefully pocketing their findings.

Nothing brings more joy than finding money!

Moreover.

The kind-hearted pirate didn’t act like other bounty hunters who only sparingly scattered silver coins and tossed them on pursuers.

Who would be foolish enough to rush towards the blades of pirates for mere silver coins?

This rookie must be new, throwing gold coins by the roadside, easy to collect with no fear of being harmed by the vicious pirates…

To not pick it up would be a waste.

Such rookies were rare these days!

The witch who had been bounced around by Duge endured her dizziness and whispered, “That’s my money.”

Barry was also shocked by Duge’s prodigal actions and roared exasperatedly: “Paul, why aren’t you scattering money behind us? What’s the meaning of tossing it into the crowd?”

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