Chapter 192

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"Wuuwuuu."

Captain Ghostfoot was tied up, continuously letting out whimpering sounds, seemingly trying to explain something. However, since his mouth was gagged with a foul rag, he couldn't speak.

As for Abel, who spared his life and even had his wounds dressed, he had no interest in hearing what he had to say.

The sailors, who just escaped death, were diligently cleaning the deck, still reeking of the thick scent of blood, not daring to slacken in the least, fearing that their heads would be the next to be chopped off and thrown into the sea.

Indeed, the corpses of those pirates had all been dealt with in that manner, without exception.

From the day they set out to sea as pirates, these people should have been prepared to be buried at sea, fulfilling their 'dreams' in a way.

"This.. This distinguished lord, we..."

Abel raised his hand, directly cutting off what the stammering steward was about to say.

"I am a man who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grievances. Since I boarded your ship, it's natural for me to ensure your safety."

"As for the goods on the ship, I am not interested."

"Next, I'm going to Gabriel Island, which will be a temporary requisition of your ship. Once we arrive, I will bestow riches upon you."

The steward gave a bitter smile, not daring to say more.

Riches?

He harbored no hope at all.

Because what place is Gabriel Island?

That's the stronghold of the Donquixote family!

Even the navy wouldn't dare to go there; wouldn't they be seeking death by going?

Perhaps they might even implicate the entire merchant association.

But could he dare to raise objections or refuse?

Knowing whether to die now or in a few days, everyone knows what to choose.

"Looking at your face, you don't really believe that waste over there deserves to join the Donquixote family, do you?"

"Fear not the odds unless the odds overcome."

The steward whispered back faintly.

If Abel wasn't concerned about maintaining his image, he might have rolled his eyes to the heavens.

"Alright, let me tell you this. No matter whether this guy is related to the Donquixote family or not, he is doomed to die. No one will seek revenge for you."

"I'll stand by my words. Even if a navy admiral were to come, he couldn't save him."

"Yes, yes, yes. You must be hungry, right? I'll have someone prepare some food for you."

The steward didn't believe a word, thinking of a navy admiral — the pirates of the entire North Sea combined would not be worthy of making an admiral take action.

Abel couldn't be bothered to waste further words and waved him off.

However, not long after, Miss Hannah came forward on her own, accompanied by Baby-5.

She must have heard about what had happened before, so she came to express her thanks.

Abel always felt that this woman had ulterior motives for his body, so he dismissed her after a few perfunctory words.

It took him three weeks, but he finally managed to integrate 31 new lethal toxins successfully.

Even with the assistance of the modified nutritional pods by Vegapunk, it brought him to the brink of death multiple times, with only the "Warrior's Soul" talent sustaining him.

Luckily, the gourmet cells within his body were always active, and as more toxins fused inside him, his resistance to poison increased accordingly.

As a result, the process became smoother towards the end.

Later, he deliberately chose a deserted island a bit further from Alias Island to have a reason for his disappearance during this period.

Moreover, while crossing the Red Line, he completed an intermediate prayer request and luckily achieved a three-star rating, earning 2000 trade points.

However, no good items appeared in the system shop refresh, so he didn't make any purchases.

After an indefinite period of sailing, the merchant ship finally reached Gabriel Island at a slow pace.Upon docking, people at the port immediately approached to inquire.

"Whose merchant ship is this, and what are you selling?"

The butler forced a smile and was about to speak when Abel, along with Baby-5, descended from the ship.

"Go and inform Captain Doflamingo that I have returned."

The two family henchmen who came to question were at first stunned. They were about to curse out loud, but upon recognizing the face before them, they showed shock and excitement!

"Yes, Lord Abel!"

One of them hurried off to convey the message.

The outside world had been under the impression that Family Officer Orouge had perished at the hands of the navy, so Captain Doflamingo had been clashing with the navy in a bid for revenge.

Yet now, Lord Abel was alive and had safely returned?! 

This news, once relayed, would undoubtedly bring immense joy to Captain Doflamingo.

Just passing on the message would merit significant credit!

The red-haired henchman, a step behind, felt vexed but then his eyes brightened with realization.

What did it matter to relay a message? The real deal was right in front of him!

If he didn't seize this opportunity, he deserved a lifetime of standing guard at the port!

"Lord Abel, the captain and everyone else will be overjoyed to learn of your return."

"Do you have any other orders?"

Abel nodded, ignoring the stupefied looks from the stewards, and said: "This time, I was stranded on a deserted island, and I owe my return to these people. I have promised to reward them handsomely. I recall our family has many business partners; we should add one more name to that list."

"Yes, Lord Abel."

The red-haired henchman envyingly gazed at these fortunate individuals. Simply by being lucky enough to give Lord Abel a ride, they had become business associates with the Donquixote Family—an opportunity many large trading companies couldn't secure!

As long as these people didn't mess up, just by enjoying the drippings of wealth from the family's table would suffice for a lavish lifetime.

It was truly a windfall of wealth!

True to form, Lord Abel was clear about rewards and grievances.

"Oh, and on the way back, I encountered a pirate group looting merchant ships under the family's flag. I left one alive for questioning; take your men and find out exactly what's going on."

"I guarantee the task will be accomplished!"

The red-haired henchman's excitement surged.

If he handled this well, how could he fail to catch Lord Abel's eye?!

The pale-faced Captain Gejiao, brought down, appeared completely drained, his eyes pleading for mercy.

He could never have imagined that his adversary would be an officer of the Donquixote Family!

To intimidate an officer of the Donquixote Family using the family's own name?

What a foolish act he had committed!

If he could do it all over again, he would flee as far away as possible, rather than foolishly pursue them.

"Alright, you handle it."

Abel was unfazed and left with Baby-5.

Doflamingo was probably already eager to see him.

"You are really fortunate. Stop dawdling and start transferring the cargo on the ship. We'll take it all at market price," the steward said.

"And after that, send someone to register the name of the trading company."

"From now on, when you sail out, you can fly the Donquixote Family's flag."

Miss Hannah and the butler were completely dazed by this sudden stroke of luck, as if they were living a dream.