The Ultimate Evolution Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Rushing undercurrents

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
By this moment, Little Lord Fokke had already rode his horse back to the port, using a warning tone he chided.
“Scumbags who have eyes on the back of their brains! Even these idiots have no chance. Set up the cross at the courts of the port, nail the two damned corpses up. Let them know the consequences of causing trouble on this sacred freeport! Their flesh will rot in the sun, and their souls will be humbled in the torture of this court. When the bell rings at midnight, I want to see the rest of those criminal scums nailed to crosses! Hurry!”
After little Fokke finished speaking, he did not rest but immediately rode his horse, Momore, back towards the castle which was still engulfed in black smog.
At this moment, a low husky voice suddenly drifted in. It said, “Strong in appearance but weak in reality.”
Hearing this, Sheyan could not help but giggle slightly. He turned his head around but all he saw was a mess of people, he had no clue who was the one who spoke. Nevertheless, he could clearly see the greed and evil intentions in the eyes of a few pirates.
…..
“Little Lord Fokke’s actions are foolishness.”
30 minutes later after the events, aboard the Bell and Mug ship, Ammand gently raised his hands and proclaimed. Beside him, was a man wearing a brown western-style hat, it was the navigator Xiaer. Presently, Xiaer’s behavior towards Ammand was extremely humble, it was completely the manner of how a servant treated a master with fear and respect.
“This place has enjoyed peace for far too long, who knows how many pairs of eyes were observing today’s chaotic events. If the Fokke family had not spoken a word but had captured and slain all of the criminals today, then everyone would still acknowledge that the Fokke family’s control of Turtuga port has not declined…..but now, haha…..”
Ammand’s eyes flickered, reaching out his hands to touch the smooth hilt on his waist, he muttered.
“But, if Little Lord Fokke did not retaliate, it would be worse. Those foolish patrol guards can normally deal with small ruckuses, however, once a huge problem breaks out….they are like headless houseflies, knocking their heads around but nothing gets done. At the start if not for Little Lord Fokke riding out the demon horse, Momore, to eliminate the threat, those ordinary pirates would probably be emotionally aroused.”
Xiaer tilted his head to gaze at the sunny Turtuga port, his eyes contained a certain greed and ambition. Turtuga Port was a prime shipping route in the Caribbean sea, for 70 whole years it had been amassing wealth, it could probably purchase half of Britain by now. However, the sun would always set. Amand’s towering figure stood firmly, while Xiaer furrowed his brows; hanging down his eyelids, he calmly replied.
“Maybe little Lord Fokke had screwed up his own job badly, still, we all witnessed…..that gun, that sword and the threat of that deadly horse! As long as those 3 mystical objects remain, nobody would dare to go against the glory of the Fokke family!”
Ammand stern face changed to a sinister sneer.
If the entire Fokke family only possessed those 3 items that belongs to the dead, their doomsday will come sooner than later. No matter if it’s the Black Pearl’s owner Old Jack, or even Queen Anne’s Revenge’s owner Blackbeard, they would not bat an eyelid at those 3 mystical objects.”
“Old Jack is currently protected by the law, he himself is a tribal chief of an American Headhunting tribe. Ten years ago, Blackbeard had already started mastering the voodoo cults dark magic. Currently it is reported that they are still looking for the secret killing mechanism of the Queen Anne’s Revenge! If not for the Flying Dutchman’s captain Davy Jones being a vaguely neutral guy, Turtuga port would have been swept away long ago!”
Xiaer humbly stopped, he realized that Ammand was speaking more than usual today, and the information he leaked was the kind that needed blood and killing to exchange for. Yet Ammand casually took a deep breath, and continued speaking.
“The winds of the Caribbean sea are starting to carry the sounds of blood and mourning, I feel that there will be a huge shift in the coming few days. I normally close my eyes to the politics between you and Scarface Harry, however at this time, the entire crew of the Bell and Mug must unite together and seize this risky but immense opportunity to rake in some merits!”
Under Ammand’s falcon vision, Xiaer could only nod his head and not dare to have other notions in his head. Still, nobody could fathom what was actually going on in his heart.
…..
Under the command of Little Lord Fokke, the guards of Turtuga port frantically banded together; sweeping the entire port upside down. Sheyan was presently a Bell and Mug crew member, therefore, he could naturally spectate from the side.
He felt that although the guards were rather valiant, their qualities were inferior to official government ones. The way they searched and arrested was crude – scolding loudly and accepting bribes, before finally casually arresting a few immobile wanderers back to report back their activities. Looking at such absurdity, it was no wonder those vicious pirates would harbour cunning thoughts. To them, only absolute power and the blade could subdue them to respect!
Suddenly, a muffled explosion could be heard from the west side of the port, this sound was still relatively foreign to the pirates, however, Sheyan was able to deduce that it was the sound of a grenade. Without a doubt, those local thugs of a patrol guard had managed to earn themselves a merit. They had probably found the nest of the remaining contestants.
Sheyan was presently standing on a distant hillside, therefore, he could observe everything distinctly. In the midst of the port, two old houses had shook a few times before finally collapsing; leaving a pile of floating ash and rubber. 5-6 figures then dashed away separately. The three patrol guards surrounding them looked like they had no clue on what to do, as the faraway reinforcements were still rushing here and were a few hundred metres away.
Subsequently, a huge chase started once again. The pirates in the port had zero intention of being good citizens, as they broke out laughing and jeering. Everywhere, spectators whistled and continued chit chatting.
After seeing this scenario unfolding, Sheyan’s heart stirred as he immediately hastened to a particular location. Not long later, ahead of him was a breathless contestant and his persistently pursuing Turtuga patrol guards.
This contestant’s appearance was similar to most ordinary pirates – tan black skin, the facial features of a 30 – 35 years old male, a black, messily tied bandana, a cheap shell necklace had been slung to the back of his neck, wearing an interior tight fitting shirt, pants were greyish black with sackcloth texture and dust covering it, and his feet were covered in stockings and tattered slippers. Taking big breaths of air, he would anxiously glance back every few steps. He revealed a look of extremely panic, and an air of despair seeped out his eyes.
Without a doubt, to run up the hill and maintain a speedy pace would consume a great deal of stamina which was linked to physique. Therefore, this contestant’s running speed started to show signs of weakness, as the pursuing patrol guard closed up the gap, inch by inch.
Sheyan used his insight ability on the patrol guard behind, and received a list of attribute details.
[ ‘Dice’ Coutts ]
[ Turtuga port Class II patrol guard ]
[ Height 5 foot 7 inches ]
[ Weight 73 kg ]
[ Strength 7 points]
[ Agility 8 points ]
[ Physique 5 points ]
[ Perceptive sense 11 points ]
[ Charm 7 points ]
[ Intelligence 3 points ]
[ Spirit 6 points ]
[ Basic close combat lvl 1, Basic endurance lvl 1 ]
[ Class II patrol guard, patrol team special ability (passive): Teamwork lvl 1 – To the accustomed working as a team guards, if an ally is beside him, his power will be greatly increased. Every time an additional ally joins, the group attributes will raise by 10, maximum raise is 100 ]
[ Class II patrol guard special ability (passive): Tenacity lvl 1 – Additional increase of 200 HP ]
As Sheyan was surveying the guard’s attributes, that contestant had head first dove into a little hut halfway up the hill, the same hut which was Sheyan’s first hideout when he entered this world.
Obviously that contestant had felt that the guard was about to catch up and wanted to borrow these complicated structures to shake off his opponents. Sheyan swung his head round to look down at the port, as expected, another 3 pursuing guards all felt extremely relaxed at this situation. It was probably because this would give rise to a 1v1 situation, therefore they split up to chase the rest of the fleeing contestants.
Looking at this series of events unfolding, Sheyan leaked out a mocking sneer on this face, as he slowly inched closer around the huts to that particular hut.
As he entered this complicated hut district, ‘Dice’ Coutts started feeling that something was off, therefore he immediately drew out his broadsword from his waist when reaching close to his target. Very accurately, he struck towards the enemy’s leg. Releasing a roar, as that contestant fell to the ground and rolled away. Rolling and crawling away, that contestant scrambled back up and attempted to escape from the front.
Yet, he soon realized something was amiss. Turning around to look, he saw ‘Dice’ Coutts laughing sinisterly with his hands folded across his chest. Walking step by step forward, his broadsword was once again strapped to his waist. This scene looked similar to a cat toying around with a mouse.
That contestant gritted his teeth. His eyes brimmed with despair as he pulled out a dagger from his waist, before wildly shouting out.
“Don’t come close!”