Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The hazy sunlight gradually spread from the gap between the eyes.

Darren raised his eyelids with difficulty.

The rotating ceiling fan, the gray walls, the hanging bottle hanging by the bed, and various life testing instruments are emitting a faint light.

This is the ward.

"Hey, wake up."

A familiar voice came from the side, Darren turned his head, and Jiaji's ugly face with a scrawled style came into view.

He crossed his legs and wore a pair of colorful trousers, exposing his hairy thighs. He wore a pair of flip-flops on his feet. When he spoke, he was holding a banana in his right hand, and he was tearing the skin of a banana with his teeth awkwardly. .

His left hand was in a cast and a bandage hung around his neck.

Darren glanced at the dismantled fruit basket on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said angrily:

"You're so rude, is this a fruit basket someone gave me?"

"...You can't finish it anyway."

Jiaji took a bite of the banana, cut it into pieces, and pointed to the place next to the wall.

There, dozens of fruit baskets had piled up into a hill, filling the entire independent senior ward with the sweet fruity aroma.

"Obviously I also participated in the battle and was injured, but no one gave me a fruit basket..."

Jiaji chewed the banana and muttered vaguely, his face full of anger.

Darren took one look at his chicken coop-like hairstyle, his shiny face, and his sloppy outfit. For a moment, he didn't know where to start complaining.

"Is there any cigarette?"

He shook his head and asked.

After hearing this, Jia Ji fumbled in his pocket with one hand for a while, then took out a box of exquisitely packaged cigars, pulled one out with pain, and handed it to Darren.

The corner of Darren's eye twitched.

If he guessed correctly, this cigar was probably a gift given to him by someone else.

But he didn't bother to argue with the bastard Jiaji. He took the cigar and bit it in his mouth, then looked around for a lighter.

"Do you have a lighter?"

Jiaji was stunned again.

"wait."

He fumbled in another pocket again, and then a dozen lighters fell out of his pocket and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Darren: "..."

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"Hey Hey."

Jiaji picked up a lighter with a smile and handed it to Darren.

You're really welcome... You're welcome to the lighter.

Darren rolled his eyes, lit the cigar, and took a deep drag.

Feeling the spicy smoke of the cigar billowing in his throat, Darren's spirits lifted a lot.

He struggled to hold up his heavy body and sit up from the hospital bed, but such a simple movement took a lot of effort.

An unprecedented tingling sensation radiated from every muscle in his body. Overwhelming fatigue came over him, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on Darren's forehead.

"I almost lost it..."

After briefly checking his physical condition, Darren couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness on his lips.

It was so bad.

Due to excessive physical exertion, at least thirty bones showed signs of fractures, extensive muscle tears and excessive blood loss...

Darren couldn't remember how long it had been since he had suffered such a serious injury.

Such a tragic injury would take at least a week to recover from.

He leaned against the bed and smoked a cigar quietly. After resting for a while, Darren asked:

"How will you be here?"

Jiaji muttered:

"There are too many injured in this battle. There are only a few high-end wards, and they are all occupied by you monsters and the seriously injured."

"Others can only be squeezed into the general ward. The one who is not in the same room with me is the spooky guy named Ghost Spider. Looking at his face, I can't eat or sleep well."

He even picked on the Ghost Spider's appearance... Darren rubbed his temples speechlessly.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Then a burly figure wearing a blood-stained bandage strode in.

Zefa glanced at Darren who had woken up, a smile appeared on his face, and he said with concern:

"Darren, you're awake. How do you feel?"

Darren smiled and said:

"I guess I need to rest for a few days, Teacher Zefa."

Zefa looked at Darren for a few times, then nodded with deep understanding:

"Well, although your boy's physique is as strong as a monster, it's best to rest for a few more days and fully recover from the injury to avoid any sequelae."

He has been coming to Darren's ward from time to time in the past two days, and he is also very worried about the latter's physical condition.

Seeing that this boy was smoking a cigar vigorously, Zefa's heart that had been raised at that moment slowly calmed down, and he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Immediately, he looked at Jiaji, who had his legs crossed next to him, frowned and said:

"Jiaji, why are you here?"

Jiaji opened his mouth and was about to explain when Zefa waved his hand directly and said:

"Forget it, if you have nothing to do, don't keep running to Darren. He is seriously injured now and needs to rest."

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At this time, an excited and strange scream suddenly sounded at the door of the ward.

"Yo Darren!! You finally woke up!!"

Everyone was stunned and turned around, only to see Kuzan limping in with a bandage on his forehead, staring at Darren with bright eyes.

"That move of yours is so cool!! You stabbed through an island with one knife!!"

Kuzan struck an exaggerated pose with stars in his eyes.

"When you recover, you must demonstrate it to me again!!"

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Jiaji doubtfully.

"Hey, Jiaji, why are you here?"

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Before he could speak, another imposing figure walked in slowly.

The naked upper body was covered with blood-stained bandages, and the whole body was filled with blood, giving people the feeling that strangers should not approach him.

"woke up?"

Sakaski looked at Darren with a calm expression and spoke concisely.

"Well, the condition is not bad."

Darren said with a smile.

Sakaski nodded, then glanced at Jia Ji and said coldly:

"Why are you here?"

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He immediately blushed.

"When you see your superiors in the future, remember to salute. This is a military rule."

Sakaski dropped these words and turned to leave without looking back.

Not long after he stepped out of the ward door, another figure walked in slowly.

"It seems to be very lively here..."

The familiar voice was still so unbeatable. Porusalino was leaning on a crutch and had a cast on his left foot. He glanced at Zefa and Kuzan with a smile.

His eyes moved slowly, glancing at Jiaji seemingly casually.

"What's wrong, you can come here, but I can't be here!?"

Jiaji finally couldn't help it, stood up suddenly, and gritted his teeth.

Porusalino raised one hand as a sign of surrender, pretending to be surprised and said:

"I didn't say anything..."

He looked at the panting Jiaji and said with great interest:

"But you did remind me, why are you here?"

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