When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean.
Chapter 62: One Hundred Thousand Ransom

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: One Hundred Thousand Ransom

"I am."

Chen Qing said calmly.

"Huh?"

The buzz cut man’s expression became blank, letting out a stunned sound, he had finally caught someone to ask, and it turned out to be the very person he was asking about?

"I am Chen Qing."

Chen Qing looked at the buzz cut man and repeated.

"You—"

"You—"

Chen Qing and the buzz cut man spoke at the same time, but before they could finish, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and smashed the buzz cut man into the concrete ground.

"You are Chen Qing?"

This figure interrupted their conversation and slowly stood up, looking straight at Chen Qing.

"Boss, quick, quick—"

The buzz cut man’s face was smashed hard into the concrete ground, with such force that the nearby concrete cracked.

"He looks like he’s about to die."

Chen Qing pointed at the buzz cut man being stepped on by Shang Jia and kindly reminded.

"Ah, don’t worry, he won’t die; you haven’t answered my question yet."

Shang Jia waved, unconcerned, as if such severity wouldn’t kill Youan, who otherwise wouldn’t qualify as a fighter for the Demon Dragon Pirate Group.

"Aaaaagh—Shang Jia you jerk! I’m going to kill you aaaaagh!!"

Hearing Shang Jia’s ruthless words, Youan, who was embedded in the concrete, suddenly raised his head and cursed loudly!

"Oho!"

Shang Jia had anticipated Youan’s actions and smoothly flipped and landed with agility.

"You’re not dead yet."

Shang Jia pursed his lips, indifferent.

"You you you—"

Youan’s fingers trembled as he pointed at Shang Jia, unable to finish his sentence, but he couldn’t lose face in front of others and could only walk away angrily.

This damn bastard, no dinner for him tonight!!

"You are Chen Qing, and Daliya is under your escort?"

Shang Jia crossed his arms, straightforwardly scrutinizing Chen Qing without any pretense.

"Yes—"

Chen Qing hadn’t finished speaking when Shang Jia interrupted her, casually sitting on a round stone pillar at the edge of the dock.

"Tell me what sort of person this Daliya is?"

"If you ask me whether she truly deserves to be Moana’s daughter, all I can tell—"

Chen Qing cracked a slight smile.

"Daliya is very intelligent and ambitious; she is exceptional, and if Moana had such a daughter, it would be her honor."

"What did you say!"

Shang Jia stood up fiercely, his eyes showing a dangerous glare as he looked at Chen Qing as though he might tear her apart the next second!

Chen Qing looked back at him calmly, showing no trace of fear.

Moana is a qualified pirate, but she is definitely not a qualified mother.

Although this might not seem like a big deal to pirates, Chen Qing sided with Daliya.

Daliya had never enjoyed the glory of a mother, yet now she had to face danger for the sake of this so-called mother.

Moana isn’t fit to be a leader either; Chen Qing feels indifferent toward her.

"Hey, hey, hey—Shang Jia can’t start a fight here!"

The short-haired woman, seeing Shang Jia adopting a posture to start a fight, rushed over and wrapped herself around him, trying hard to hold him back.

Shang Jia himself was not to blame, everyone in the Demon Dragon Pirate Group knew that.

This had to do with Shang Jia’s profession; despite his strong, tiger-like build capable of killing a tiger with one punch.

Actually, Shang Jia was a mixed-race voodoo witch from a mysterious tribe in the Mist Sea.

Of course, Shang Jia’s Combat Power was exceptionally strong as well; he rarely showed his witch capabilities in front of others.

"Think about it, if Chen Qing holds such high regard for Daliya, doesn’t that imply Daliya wouldn’t tarnish Lord Moana’s reputation?"

"She will definitely become a great pirate like Lord Moana!"

"She will be the pride of Lord Moana."

"Right, Chen Qing?"

The short-haired woman desperately blinked at Chen Qing, pleading, "Please, just agree."

"Hmm."

Chen Qing responded, unexpectedly calming Shang Jia down.

The members of the Demon Dragon Pirate Group, their personalities seemingly didn’t quite match the rumors.

"By the way, did you rescue a group of wanderers at sea?"

Chen Qing, looking at the calmed Shang Jia, asked.

"You know them?"

Shang Jia lifted her eyelids, and the tattoos on her body seemed to move along.

Chen Qing was sure she wasn’t mistaken, but she didn’t ask.

They were merely strangers who met by chance.

"Chen Qing—Brother Qing—we are here!!!"

While talking, Zhao Fuli and a few others suddenly popped their heads from behind the ship’s wall, excitedly waving at Chen Qing.

"You really do know them."

Shang Jia, with her hands in her pockets, lazily said to Chen Qing.

"Since you know them, how about a ransom of ten thousand goldfish?"

"??"

The faces of Zhao Fuli and her party slowly formed a question mark. Ten thousand goldfish: they didn’t realize they were that valuable.

And weren’t they supposed to be set free once they reached Sapphire Island??

"..."

"Sorry, I must be going."

Chen Qing nodded slightly at Shang Jia and turned around without hesitation, preparing to leave.

"Just kidding, just kidding."

The short-haired woman hurriedly came out to smooth things over, considering such a large group of people couldn’t stay on their ship forever.

Shang Jia probably guessed Moana was dead and was still upset about it.

"You can come down."

Upon hearing the short-haired woman’s words, Shang Jia pouted and walked toward the tavern, not recognizing anyone in her steps.

Drinking heavily in broad daylight, very characteristic of pirates.

Under Zhao Fuli’s leadership, about a thousand people disembarked from the Demon Dragon Pirate Group’s ship, among them many children.

Frankly, the number was beyond Chen Qing’s expectations.

The Demon Dragon Pirate Group had actually rescued so many people?

"Do you think there are a lot of us?"

Zhao Fuli was a sweet-looking soft girl, yet she was over 1.7 meters tall, only appearing delicate because of her face.

"I have already discussed with Shu Yin and Zhang Xiaohong. We plan to buy a ship and some supplies and return to that deserted island, and develop it!"

Zhao Fuli confidently said to Chen Qing, although some among them wanted to depend on Chen Qing, they were all reprimanded by her and Shu Yin.

Their group actually possessed decent strength, including her, Shu Yin, and Zhang Xiaohong.

If they hadn’t run into bad luck with the Thunderbird Pirate Group, who knows whose hands the deer would have died in with other mid-sized pirate groups!

"But that island is deserted, not suitable for cultivation, right?"

Zhao Fuli mentioned the deserted island, which Chen Qing knew had an excellent geographic location.

However, the fact that no other forces had developed such an ideally located place surely meant there was a reason.

"That Sister Chen Qing, if it’s the deserted island near the Pink Sand Islands, I might know a little about it."

Hearing the conversation between Chen Qing and Zhao Fuli, Linden timidly popped his head out and spoke softly.

"That island is on the annual path of the Gemstone Hurricane."

"In a few more days, the Gemstone Hurricane is due to erupt."