Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

Large areas of tooth loss!

Charlotte didn't care about the humming bass on the ground but picked up the bloody gold tooth.

Right now, he's in desperate need of money—very, very desperate.

"Woo~!"

Bess covered his bloody mouth, watching Charlotte's movements with a pained expression.

After searching for a few days, Charlotte kicked Bess under his feet.

Bess flew out instantly, landing with his younger brothers.

"Get lost! Don't ever show your face to me again!"

When Charlotte's voice rang out, everyone around backed away in fear.

Even the younger brothers scrambled to help their boss up and ran off.

Seeing this, Charlotte couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Charlotte felt a bit lighter. After all, he had been silent in the mountains for a year, hardly speaking. Although he could endure loneliness, it didn't mean he wasn't depressed.

He went back to his stall, tidied up the fur, and waited for a buyer.

Fortunately, there are still some people who love furs, and the most precious ones have already been sold.

A profit of 140 million Baileys.

As for the remaining furs, they were all garbage. Charlotte noticed it was getting late and decided he needed to buy something.

He packed up the fur and headed to the blacksmith shop.

"Boss! I need to make iron tools!"

Charlotte shouted toward the inside of the shop.

"Coming! What do you need, guest?"

A large man emerged, holding a big hammer.

"Here's the blueprint. Just make it as shown. When can it be ready?"

Charlotte handed over the blueprint he'd designed in advance.

The blacksmith opened it, looked at it, and frowned.

The items on the blueprint were strange and not at all the farm tools or swords he usually made.

"Brother, what you want made is a bit tricky. I don't have many materials, so it'll probably take about a month."

"What? A month?"

Charlotte frowned.

"In that case, just make these pieces first, and I'll go to other shops for the rest!"

Charlotte didn't have time to wait a month—at most, he could wait a week!

"Alright!"

The blacksmith didn't hesitate and agreed immediately.

Charlotte paid the deposit and walked toward the next blacksmith shop.

There were only three blacksmiths in this small town, so Charlotte asked each of them to make different parts, and they promised delivery within a week.

After placing the orders, Charlotte walked toward the thatched hut he hadn't lived in for a year.

He lived in a remote area, far from the port.

Looking at the dilapidated hut, Charlotte felt resigned to living this way. Anyway, it couldn't be worse than living in the mountains, could it?

He lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Boss! What should we do? We've lost face this time. If we don't show that kid a lesson, our Wild Wolf Gang will be humiliated!"

In a not-so-luxurious but very large residence, four or five younger brothers, with bruised noses and swollen faces, stood to the side.

Sitting on the sofa was the boss of the Wild Wolf Gang.

Bang!

"That kid is as good as dead. As I said, it's useless even if God comes!"

Bess's face was contorted, his teeth still visible as he spoke.

"Have you found out who he is?"

Bess looked at the younger brother next to him and asked.

"We found him, we found him. The guy is an orphan living in a thatched hut on the west side of the town. It's common knowledge, so it wasn't hard to figure out."

After hearing this, Bess stood up, walked to a counter, opened a drawer, and took out a delicate pistol.

"I'm going to kill him tonight. Come with me!"

Bess left with four or five younger brothers, carrying the delicate pistol, heading west.

After a while, Bess led the group to the dilapidated thatched house.

Through the moonlight, they saw Charlotte sleeping soundly inside the hut, with air leaking everywhere.

Bess smiled.

This is heaven's help!

When they were about 20 meters from the hut, Bess raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Charlotte.

Without hesitation.

Bang!

Charlotte, still sleeping, suddenly felt a chilling sensation all over his body. An image of his brain exploding flashed in his mind.

Reacting instinctively, he tilted his head.

The bullet grazed his scalp.

Instantly, Charlotte broke into a cold sweat.

"Who's there!"

A loud roar came from the hut.

Charlotte rushed out the door and saw Bess.

Bess stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Charlotte who had rushed out.

He had clearly aimed for Charlotte's head, so why did he turn his head at the last moment?

Once Charlotte saw Bess, he immediately understood what had happened, and the anger inside him couldn't help but erupt.

"You bastard! You spared my life during the day, but now you dare to assassinate me at night? You really want to die!"

With a roar, Charlotte charged at Bess, hitting him in the chest with all his strength. He passed through Bess's chest, and Charlotte's arm emerged from behind him.

Bess's men were terrified.

"Ha ha!"

Bess wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat. After two seconds, he died.

Charlotte pulled his bloody hand out and shook it.

Disgusted, he then looked at the others.

The younger brothers, terrified, stood frozen. Some of the smarter ones turned to run.

These were the ones Charlotte had been keeping an eye on.

He jumped in front of them, not hitting hard, but kicking them down.

He grabbed the ankles of two of them and dragged them back.

As Charlotte touched them, their recent activities instantly appeared in his mind.

"It's over, I'm dead, and I pity my lovers."

"Damn! Let me go! I'll kill you!"

Charlotte glanced at the man who was still struggling.

Not wanting to waste time, Charlotte stopped and let him go.

While the man wondered why he was let free, Charlotte crushed his breastbone.

He died in agony.

The man next to him trembled in fear.

"Please, don't kill me!"

Charlotte looked at him. Though he didn't understand why he knew the man's inner thoughts, he had a vague understanding.

"You're from the Wild Wolf Gang, right? Do you know where your boss's treasure is?"

Charlotte asked.

He had kept them alive to find out about their boss's treasure—even if it was just a small amount.

For someone like Charlotte, who had no money, even a small sum of Baileys was worth the trouble.

The men exchanged glances.

One of them, with a bandage on his head, raised his hand.

"Alright, speak up!"

"My lord, the boss's treasure is locked in the safe at his manor. You can take it whenever you like!"

Hearing this, Charlotte grabbed his hand and kept asking questions.

"Is that true?"

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