Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

The unlucky chef was immediately shaking like chaff, and could no longer stand on his legs like noodles.

But he still mustered up the courage and apologized tremblingly, hoping to be forgiven.

"Hug, I'm sorry, Master Fitch, I'm really, really, really sorry..."

Fitch said nothing, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was playing with the silver fork he had just used.

The fork flipped and jumped on his fingertips, shining with a faint cold light under the light of the lamp.

He suddenly stood up.

Because the movement was too big, the chair behind him was brought down, making a "clang" sound.

It seemed strange and strange in this hall where breathing could be heard.

The three of them all shrank in unison.

Vic and the other cook were okay and could barely endure it.That unlucky guy is in trouble.

He seemed to have lost his soul, his face was pale.All the bones in his body seemed to have been taken away, and he fell limply to the ground, whimpering.

Tears were streaming down his face as if they were free of money, and he didn't even bother to wipe them away.He couldn't care less about the pain when his hand was scratched by broken porcelain pieces on the ground and blood flowed out.

Fitch was indifferent and walked towards him step by step.

The steps were very slow, and the other party would tremble before taking a step.

Her stern eyes shot at his face mercilessly, and she looked into his eyes.The chef's psychological pressure was increasing every moment, and he was about to collapse.

Finally Fitch walked up to him.

"The fragment scratched me, are you going to hurt me too?"

How could the other party answer his question now? He had been scared out of his wits and lost his voice.Just mourn and cry.

Vic was also shocked, what kind of logic is this.

Persecution paranoia?

Feiqi, however, didn't think his idea was wrong. Seeing that the cook dared to ignore him, he frowned.

He grabbed the other person's neck with his left hand, lifted him up and dragged him up from the ground.

The reason for this is that the chef is actually a little taller than Fitch.Although he was completely powerless at the moment, it was still a bit funny to be dragged up like this.

The chef was pinched by the neck. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, but gradually began to lack oxygen, and his throat made "ho-ho-" sounds like a broken bellows.

He pinched Fitch's fingers with his hands, but his efforts were obviously in vain and had no effect.

His face was getting redder and redder, and he was about to be out of breath.

Only then did Fitch sneer.

"Why don't you speak? Do you look down on me?"

He was very straightforward this time. As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the fork and stabbed the other person's arm hard.

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

The chef's throat was still being pinched and he couldn't speak normally, which made him look even more miserable.

Feiqi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and pulled out a ferocious smile.

"Make you look down on me!"

He twisted the fork.

"You actually want to murder me!"

Another hard spin.

The unfortunate guy could no longer scream and was rolling his eyes.

Vic felt goosebumps rising as he witnessed all this.

The chef standing next to him, the unlucky man's companion, was even worse and was already dripping with cold sweat.

He was a bit old, and although his hands were covered by his sleeves, they were definitely shaking, causing his sleeves to tremble slightly.

What Vic Wanwan didn't expect was that such an old man who was scared to death would speak at this time.

"Fei, Master Fei Qi, it's all the fault of the little people. You have a lot, please forgive us!"

He stuttered a little at first, but he has overcome his fear and is gradually less nervous when speaking for his companions, and his words become smoother.

"Although this guy is a bit stupid and clumsy, Lord Siegfried likes the cream of mushroom soup he makes the most."

The old chef glanced at Feiqi calmly and saw that although the other person's face was ugly, fortunately, he had no intention of attacking him immediately.

"Although he is injured now, he deserves it. This is the consequences for offending you. Fortunately, it is only a minor injury and it will not affect Lord Siegfried's meal for the time being..."

Although he didn't finish what he said, everyone understood what he meant.

This cook is still very useful. Just hit him twice to relieve his anger. Don't go too far, let alone kill him.

You must know that these chefs are the private property of Siegfried, the supreme governor here, and are not slaves who can be disposed of at will.

Fortunately, Feiqi didn't know whether he still had some sense and knew not to offend the other party, or whether he was aware of his conscience.

Although his face looked extremely ugly, he finally let go of the poor guy.

The guy immediately fell to the ground, covering his throat and coughing violently.

He was indeed almost strangled to death just now.

Waves of light circles appeared in front of his eyes, like a revolving lantern.

Thinking of what his companions risked to say for themselves, I was moved.

As soon as Fitch let go, as his body fell to the ground, the silver fork with the handle still held in his right hand was pulled out of the chef's left arm.

It wasn't a serious injury at first, but after being stirred back and forth by Fitch a few times, the entire wound looked particularly serious.

There was a dent in the arm, the skin and flesh around it were turned out, and the blood stained the surrounding clothes red.

The middle was all turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Some pieces of meat fell out and were scattered on the clothes and on the floor.

There was also some meat foam on the silver fork, and some of them fell to the ground drop by drop with blood.

Although he finally surrendered, he still wanted to maintain his dignity on the surface.

"You know how powerful I am! Huh, I'll let you go for now."

Seeing the miserable condition of this man, Feiqi burst out laughing. Although he was a little regretful, it was still enough.

Halfway through his laughter, the harsh laughter suddenly stopped.Fitch himself stared wide-eyed and stared straight ahead without moving.

This situation is simply bizarre.

Vic took a peek and was startled.

I saw that Feiqi's expression was changing uncertainly. One moment he looked a little reserved and arrogant, and the next moment he returned to his cruel and crazy look.

But immediately, his face was full of annoyance, as if he regretted his previous neurotic behavior.

This expression didn't stay for long. Looking at the murder weapon in his hand, his eyes turned red again.

This time, before his mood became violent and ferocious, he immediately shook his head with restraint, forcing himself to regain some sense.

In just this moment, it was like changing his face.

Vic was shocked. Could this be multiple personalities?Or is it the effect of animal devil fruits on the user?

Fitch's face was gloomy. He glanced at his hands inexplicably and dropped his fork angrily.

"Damn it!"

At this time, he didn't care what the three people present looked at him. He strode into the bedroom as if he was running away and closed the door with a bang.

The silver fork fell on the table, and a few drops of blood splashed on the white plate, which was dazzling and beautiful.

Although the three people present were puzzled by his strange behavior, they were not unhappy when they saw that the time bomb was gone, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The unlucky guy on the ground dared to stand up now. He was not in the mood to check his wounds, for fear that the evil star would come out and kill him again.

The three of them looked at each other and started working on their own in tacit agreement.