"Pablo, Gene, it's time to switch guard! Where did you two run off to?"
"Heh heh, stop yelling, those two guys are probably enjoying themselves in the cabin with some captives..."
"...."
As Su Lun listened to the footsteps coming from the staircase, his face was expressionless.
In his "Soul Perception," the two human-shaped fires of the soul were not strong.
Although he hadn't seen the people himself, based on the ratio of professionals on the pirate ship, these should be two first-tier professionals.
Shortly after the footsteps began, he watched a pirate dressed in brown hemp clothing climb down the stairs from the middle deck.
The moment the man touched the ground, he sensed something was wrong.
A thick stench of blood pervaded the hold, along with a discomforting smell that unsettled both body and mind.
The pirates were familiar with this scent.
It was the aroma of hormones in disarray, emitted after someone dies of fright...