C1171 Blood Bread

"Chief, us?"

Everyone's gaze was focused on first mate Hai. Now, only first mate Hai could make the decision.

First mate Hai's face was gloomy, as if he had yet to make a decision.

In a trance, an older sailor, Fish Head, gritted his teeth and walked out of the crowd.

"First mate Hai, this can't be that thing from three years ago coming to take revenge