Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Hearing this, Sarah's eyes flashed with obvious disappointment, the corners of her lips drooped slightly unconsciously, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little. But just when she thought Zhou Xian was going to completely refuse, Zhou Xian's next words made her freeze suddenly, and then a spark of hope ignited in her eyes again.

"But if the chips you give are enough, it's not impossible." Zhou Xian uttered these three words slowly, his tone was flat but with unquestionable determination. He looked at Sarah with a half-smile, as if waiting for her response.

Sarah couldn't help but be stunned. She had thought there was no hope, but she didn't expect that the young man still had room for negotiation. A glimmer of hope suddenly rekindled in her heart.

"what do you want?"

Sarah looked at Zhou Xian firmly, with a hint of eagerness and expectation in her eyes. She leaned forward slightly, and clenched her hands unconsciously, as if she was afraid that Zhou Xian would put forward some conditions that could not be met.

At this time, the atmosphere in the tavern became increasingly tense. Everyone's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, curious about what price Zhou Xian would offer. This was related to whether she could find a capable helper to deal with Planck, and also related to the success or failure of this transaction.

"I want you."

Zhou Xian looked at Sarah with a smile, and there seemed to be a cunning light in his eyes. The smile seemed meaningful under the dim light. Sarah was stunned at first, and a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes. A blush quickly appeared on her fair cheeks. She didn't expect Zhou Xian to propose such a condition.

The people around were also stunned, and then they began to whisper to each other. Their eyes turned strangely towards Zhou Xian, with envy, jealousy, and a hint of watching a good show. Some people whistled, and some people whispered. The atmosphere in the tavern instantly became subtle and ambiguous.

"This……"

Sarah hesitated, biting her red lips, her eyes full of entanglement. As a well-known bounty hunter in Hong Kong, she was used to a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife, and was also used to men's coveting and temptation. But Zhou Xian's request at this moment made her at a loss for a moment.

Of course, she understood the meaning behind the words "want you". She felt a little embarrassed, but she had to consider the pros and cons that might come from it. She lowered her eyes and thought, her hands unconsciously clenched. The gazes of the people around her were like thorns in her back, making it even more difficult for her to make a decision. Silence spread between the two of them.

"I need a cook. If you agree, you can see Planck in front of you tomorrow." Zhou Xian drank by himself, with a nonchalant look on his face, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. Sarah was stunned when she heard this, her beautiful eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"Cook?"

She repeated it subconsciously, her heart full of doubts. She thought Zhou Xian had some other intentions in asking her to do it, but she didn't expect that he just wanted her to cook? This was completely different from what she expected, and for a moment she didn't know how to react. She just stared at Zhou Xian blankly, trying to see some other clues from his face.

"You can't cook?"

Zhou Xian raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Sarah with doubt in his eyes, as if to say, you can't even do such a simple thing.

Sarah was a little flustered by his look, as if she was afraid that Zhou Xian would go back on his word, and she quickly said, "Yes, yes." Her voice unconsciously rose a little, with a hint of urgency. She knew in her heart that this might be a rare opportunity to get rid of Planck, and she couldn't miss it because of such a seemingly absurd condition. Even if it was just to achieve her goal as soon as possible, she had to agree.

Having lost both her parents when she was young, she naturally knew how to cook, otherwise she would have starved to death. In those lonely days, she struggled to survive in the jungle of Bilgewater, and making fire and cooking were just the most basic survival skills.

Sarah recalled the time when she used the only food in the shabby hut to fill her stomach. She came to her senses and her eyes became more determined. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She looked at Zhou Xian and said in a much calmer voice, "Not only can I cook, but I can cook very well." It was as if she was proving her worth to Zhou Xian and also cheering herself up. After all, this was related to whether she could successfully take revenge.

"Wait here tomorrow."

Zhou Xian nodded, his eyes calm and determined, as if everything was under his control. After that, he put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and left in a neat and tidy manner.

The back of his figure seemed a little aloof in the dim light, yet he also had an elusive confidence. Sarah looked at the direction he left, feeling mixed emotions, with both anxiety about the unknown tomorrow and a hint of hope for revenge.

The people around watched this dramatic scene, and after Zhou Xian left, they began to whisper again.

"Do you have a place to stay here?"

Sarah ignored the whispers of the crowd and turned to look at the bartender with an unquestionable determination in her eyes.

Although Zhou Xian asked her to wait here tomorrow, she chose to stay here directly. After all, she didn't want to miss this opportunity again.

The bartender felt a little uncomfortable with her stare, rubbed his hands, and stammered, "Yes, there is, but the conditions may not be very good."

Sarah snorted and said, "It's fine as long as you have it." Then she took out a few silver coins and threw them to the bartender, motioning him to take her to the room.

Everyone in the pub looked at each other in bewilderment, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The drinkers who had stood up and were about to leave, after a brief silence, slowly sat back down and raised their hands to ask the waiter to refill their drinks, obviously all of them were intrigued by what had happened.

"Do you think that young man can really tie Gangplank to him?" The man in the corner stroked his wine glass and murmured in disbelief. You know, in the bloody Bilgewater, Gangplank's name is like a black sail hanging over the port - not a medal of honor, but a terrifying reputation.

The scarred drunk at the next table spat on the ground, his one eye gleaming coldly under the candlelight: "Who knows. But one thing is certain—" He lowered his voice, tapping the wooden table with his knuckles, "I'm afraid that this stagnant Bilgewater is about to turn upside down."

"I don't care what the result is!" The drunk man kicked the wooden table and the wine jug hit the table heavily, splashing the wine.

"Once the sun rises tomorrow, everything will be clear! Let's hold the jar of wine tonight and not go home until we are drunk!" After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor. His hearty laughter mixed with the aroma of wine echoed back and forth between the beams of the tavern.

"Don't go home until you're drunk! Hahaha!"

Before the big man finished speaking, a rough response suddenly broke out in the tavern. The one-eyed pirate hammered his dagger into the table, and the half-broken wooden cup was filled with beer; the old sailor in a turban stood up on the bench, holding up the wine jar with his bandaged hand; even the gray-robed traveler huddled in the corner was infected by the atmosphere and broke the rim of the cup with a muffled sound. The rattling of iron rings and chains, the creaking of the shaking wooden table, and the laughter that came one after another blocked the fishy and salty sea breeze outside the carved door. I guess only the Bilgewater side can see such a scene.

(End of this chapter)