Pacific Seven I messed up

  The only sound in the pitch-black cabin was the occasional gasp for air, and all eyes were fixed on the small porthole.

  That young master Li has been gone for over ten minutes with Xiao Shu Tong, and except for the few minutes ago when Xiao Shu Tong came back to report that he still couldn't find the key and handed in a long gun, there hasn't been any movement at all. The crowd suddenly felt a bit restless, especially Li Fu and others, who thought it would be better if there was even a little noise.

  From the moment Li Mo drilled out, Long Guozhang had not sat down to come over. If there was no other way, with his personality, he would never put his hopes on a teenager, but now he can only wait stupidly like everyone else, staring blankly, unable to do anything.

  Fortunately, the long gun that was handed in earlier added a few points to his confidence, but as time passed bit by bit, the excitement from earlier gradually dissipated.

  "No, we can't wait any longer. I think it's better if everyone makes a ruckus together and attracts the foreigners over here, then we'll figure out a way to rush out!" Finally, someone broke the silence.

  "Right! What's a few foreign guns? As long as the cabin door is open, I don't believe we can't rush out."

  "Right, let's rush out together!"

  After patience was worn down bit by bit, the crowd was about to lose control, which made Long Guozhang feel even more uneasy. The cargo ship's hull wasn't thick, and if they made a ruckus, they would definitely wake up those foreigners. If they were doing something upstairs at that moment, wouldn't it be adding fuel to the fire!

  Facing more and more voices, even he didn't dare guarantee what would happen in the next second, and hastily shifted his gaze to Chen Ping's face.

  Although he was thin and weak, and didn't speak much normally, Long Guo Zhang knew that Chen Ping was the backbone of their group. But when he shifted his gaze to Chen Ping's face, he found that the guy had actually closed his eyes, with a look of being in a trance.

  "Damn it."

  Long Guozhang cursed under his breath, but before he could wake up Chen Ping, Zhao Long had already led his men to take action. Only a faint shadow of people flashed by, and before everyone understood what was happening, several muffled hums were heard, and the few who had just spoken were directly knocked unconscious.

  "Before the young master returns, whoever dares to make a move will be killed without pardon!"

  They were indeed the real deal, having crawled out of a bloody sea. As soon as Zhao Long and his two companions made their move, it was clear that they were ruthless and accurate. These few moves immediately quieted down the restless crowd.

  However, even Zhao Long understood in his heart that if the young master and Xiao Qiao still had no news, he would probably go crazy himself. This is human nature; when one is in a desperate situation and knows they will die, perhaps most people will choose to remain silent, but when a glimmer of hope arises, almost no one can remain calm.

  Just as everyone was frightened by Zhao Long and others, not even daring to breathe loudly, a sound of metal rubbing against each other suddenly came from outside the cabin door.

  "Someone's coming!" Instantly, everyone became tense. Zhao Long and Long Guozhang were the first to rush to the cabin door.

  As the cabin door handle began to turn slowly, the two exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. "Let's go!" The moment the hatch cover flipped open, the two launched into action at the same time. Long Guozhang suddenly grabbed Zhao Long's waist and flung him outwards with great force. Zhao Long, taking advantage of this momentum, grasped the half-open cabin door on both sides with his hands and leapt out like a ghost.

  "Ah, it's me!" Just after throwing Zhao Long out, Long Guozhang didn't wait for himself to rush out, and he heard a cry of surprise from above, followed by Zhao Long's big head appearing at the cabin door.

  "How cute! How cute! Young master has become!"

  "Great, come on, follow me!"

  The long-awaited suppression finally ignited at this moment, and as Zhang Changye drilled out of the cabin door, Zhang Shun and Li Qiang also rushed out one after another. When they came out, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

  Only to see Zhao Long holding the faint Xiao Qiao, while in the distance under the starlight, with a face full of red and blood all over his body, Li Moli, the young master, had his left arm wrapped like a big rice dumpling, was now pointing a gun at a foreigner. Although his body was trembling with cold, he still persisted in waving at them.

  What happened next was simple, along the corridor under the ship's bridge, Zhao Long and several others reached the crew rest area. Except for the living person Li Mo requested, the other Japanese who were sleeping soundly were each killed with one knife, without even letting out a cry.

  When Fu Bo also crawled out of the cabin door, Li Mo, who had been frightened all night, finally couldn't hold on and said, "Fu Bo, I've done it!" before falling forward.

  The steamship rocked back and forth with the waves, the howling sea wind that had lasted all night gradually dispersing as the sun rose. The deck was already packed with people, apart from those sturdy sailors who had been caught, there were also seven or eight blond-haired blue-eyed foreigners surrounded in the middle, only now the little white rabbit and the big grey wolf had exchanged positions.

  Looking at the foreigners trapped in a big dumpling, each of them had anger burning in their eyes, but no one made a move, because they knew that on this ship now, only one person could decide their life and death.

  Li Mo felt that he had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he not only returned to the Qing Dynasty but also had a courtyard bigger than a villa. But somehow, he was stuffed into a ship's hold and finally caught by a large group of red-bearded pirates as a piglet.

  In his dream, when he suddenly thrust the sharp dagger into the other's throat, blood spurted onto his face and body like a fountain, and the fierce and terrifying scene made him open his eyes wide with fear, which instantly filled his mind like a tidal wave.

  Looking around, Li Mo only then discovered that he was in a small room, and under him wasn't the familiar Simmons mattress, but a wooden bed made of palm wood. On the wall hung a medieval-style command knife, which finally made him understand that this wasn't a dream.

  After wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Li Mo only then discovered that his injured left arm had been re-bandaged, and he couldn't help but think of that little girl who had drawn a ugly face on herself, and accompanied him to kill people and steal ships, brave yet lovely.

  At this time, the cabin door creaked open from the outside, and a beautiful little face first appeared. It was Xiao Qiao, who had already removed her disguise. Her young face still showed signs of last night's panic, but looked much better now.

  When she saw the young master wake up, Xiaoqiao, who had originally only wanted to take a look, hastily crawled in. The bravery of last night was nowhere to be seen now. She walked timidly to the bedside, bowed her head and greeted him before softly calling out: "Young Master, you're awake."

  The sudden change in attitude made Li Mo quite surprised, but soon he came to his senses, last night's own blood-soaked appearance was indeed too scary, and the girl must have been frightened.

  "It can't be that the little girl leaves a bad impression of herself, right?" For future happiness, Li Mo smiled slyly and grabbed those soft hands, disregarding her struggles, and suddenly pulled her into his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm still me, no matter what happens in the future, you'll always be my little treasure."

  "Ah...... Young Master, I'll go get you something to eat!"

  The little girl only wanted to come in and take a look at the young master, but she didn't expect to be hugged first. Her careful thoughts were seen through, and she was suddenly so shy that she was at a loss for what to do with her hands and feet. She struggled free from Li Mo's grasp and escaped like a rabbit.

  "Huh? Has my charm decreased? Doesn't Xiao Qiao like me hugging her?" Just as Li Mo was muttering to himself, he suddenly saw the door open again, and a small head poked in, stuck out its tongue, made a face at Li Da Ye, and dropped two words.

  "I like it."

  Before Li Mo could understand, the door slammed shut again.

  "Little girl." Li Mo's mood suddenly improved after understanding. Isn't this day supposed to be like this?!

  But before long, Xiao Jue walked in again with a pale face, holding several pieces of black bread. Li Mo, who was still thinking of teasing her, quickly got up and asked: "What's wrong?"

  "Master, you should rest for a while, it's... nothing serious." As soon as the master got up, thinking of last night's fright, the clever little maid quickly prepared to support the master to continue resting, but was rejected by Li Mo.

  "Tell me, don't keep it from me."

  "Master, Lotus Sister jumped into the sea and died."

  "Lotus Sister!"

  Upon hearing Xiao Qiao's words, Li Mo slowly sat down. The Lotus Sister in Xiao Qiao's mouth was the woman who had been humiliated by foreigners and almost bullied by her own people. It turned out that he still wanted to find a way to settle this poor woman after reaching their destination, but unexpectedly...

  "Someone else is dead!"

  Sitting on the bed, looking at the small and delicate hands that were helplessly twisting the hem of her clothes, Li Mo felt a deep sense of helplessness. Although he had already decided to take control of his own destiny, what about the others on this ship? In the face of the turbulent end of the 19th century, where would their destinies be heading?