Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 110 Easily Repelling the Enemy

The gang's arrogance was forcefully curbed by Cheryl.

Seeing the thugs hesitantly raise their knives, Cheris took the initiative to step forward, using his spine to push off the ground, his shoulder and back muscles bulging, and he crashed into the crowd like a cannonball!

Chalice attacked with the ferocity of a tiger among sheep, his movements simple yet efficient, devoid of any fancy maneuvers, relying solely on direct, overwhelming force and precise strikes.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, legs—all became the most natural weapons, each strike accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking or the muffled groan of a liver exploding.

Chalice did not consciously control his strength.

Whether these people were left disabled or died on the spot, that was their just deserts.

The battle began and ended very quickly.

If this can be called a battle—

Chalice flicked his wrist and walked up to the bald man.

The latter and his close associates stood there dumbfounded, not daring to raise their knives even though they had them, nor even to drop them.

"You—you! Big brother—we really—"

"Who sent you?"

Chalice's calm words made the bald man tremble uncontrollably.

His eyes darted around nervously, but he still wanted to maintain his composure.

But the wailing and the several motionless thugs behind him made him realize what reality was.

"It's—it's Lame Hunter! He's our Rat Gang's number two, it's him! He told us that the sailors at that house made a fortune!"

The bald man spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube, afraid of following in his subordinates' footsteps if he spoke too slowly.

"Let's find a reason to 'collect the debt,' and split the money we get, but he always only leaves me with ————"

"Shut up."

Chalice interrupted the bald man's complaints, "I'm not here to listen to your grievances. How dare you, a freeloader, complain about being poor?"

"without!"

The bald man quickly smiled apologetically and explained, "I didn't mean that!"

Chalice asked some more questions, mainly about the Rat Gang and the information about Lame Hunter.

The bald man dared not remain silent.

After a series of questions and answers, Chalice had a better understanding of the situation.

That's about all the low-level leaders know.

He reached out and patted the bald man's stiff, frightened face. The pat was light, but it made the man tremble.

"Go back and tell Hunter—"

Chalice's voice remained calm. "The sailor from this family became disabled while working on my ship. I paid for his money."

"Not just today, but from now on, if I find him missing even a single hair, or if this family experiences any harassment or difficulties, I will hold you responsible, understand?"

"Understood! Understood!"

The bald man nodded hurriedly, a few drops of sweat that he dared not wipe away rolling down his cheeks.

"May I ask, elder brother, who exactly are you—?"

"I am the person you don't know."

"You gangsters are getting more and more outrageous at making money," Chalice said impatiently. "Didn't you even bother to check beforehand?!"

"Wrong—Brother Cherlis—"

The bald man bowed and apologized, saying, "We really know we were wrong!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Chalice gestured with his chin toward the alley entrance. "Aren't you going to get lost or do you expect me to ask you to?"

"Understood! Understood! Brother Cherliss!"

The bald man quickly signaled to several of his henchmen to drag the fallen thugs away.

"We're leaving now, we're leaving now—no, no! We're getting out of here! I'm taking them with me and getting out of here!"

Under Chalice's indifferent gaze, the bald man and his men scrambled away.

Only after the gangsters disappeared into the alley did Cherries turn around and look at Luca and the others.

Luca quickly stepped forward, his eyes brimming with excitement.

"Captain! Thank goodness you came!"

The young master of the Corleone family angrily cursed, "The gangsters on Simon Island are really unruly!"

"If I hadn't followed your rules and regularly visited these sailors who received compensation, this family would probably not only have lost their money but also been killed!"

"Do all the local gangs operate this way? Do they only know how to make money through open and covert robbery? Doesn't the governor's office here care?"

Watch your words.

Chalice glanced at the handsome Luca.

"This isn't Maro Island, and the Corleone family's influence doesn't extend here. If you speak ill of the governor on Simon Island, be careful you don't get arrested and severely 'disciplined'."

"I guarantee you—if you actually get noticed by the Governor of Simon Island, it will be an absolutely nightmarish experience."

"I swear I wasn't trying to scare you—"

"Is it... really that scary?"

Upon hearing this...

Luca was taken aback at first, then looked around nervously.

"alright!"

Chalice patted him on the shoulder. "The Governor wouldn't be so petty! Well done! You even knew to call for help when faced with a difficult situation—"

He pointed to the house. "How are the people?"

Luca's eyes darkened. "He's badly injured. Those bastards came here specifically to kill him."

"They acted under the cover of night. If they hadn't been in such a hurry to extort money today, we probably wouldn't even have been able to find out who the perpetrator was."

At this time.

Jack also came over carrying the little girl, followed by a panting Maguire and a slightly disheveled Susanna O.

And a team of operatives and patrol guards.

They shouldn't have been in the slums, but under Jack's orders, they made it here for once.

The little girl noticed that all the scary adults had disappeared.

She quickly asked the kind and easy-going bald old man to put her down, and then she ran home with her short legs.

Chalice didn't want to face this situation.

Therefore, apart from the compensation for senior crew members, he had others handle the compensation for the sailors.

But today—he has to go in whether he wants to or not.

On the bed with the curtains drawn, lay a man with a broken leg, barely breathing.

His chest was wrapped in gauze, and bloodstains were faintly visible.

"Ah—it's the captain, you've arrived!"

He struggled to sit up, but was pressed back down on the bed by the tearful woman.

"Don't move! Your wound has reopened!"

Chalice reached out and grasped the man's somewhat cold and powerless hand. With a slight expansion of his spiritual sense, he sensed that the man's life force was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Especially his enhanced "weakness detection".

At this moment, the man has almost no obvious weaknesses.

Because the whole body is a weakness —

"You're hopeless, buddy."

Looking at the pale face, so weak it could barely open its eyes, Chalice hesitated for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "I'm not a philanthropist. Saving your life will cost a lot of money, a lot of money—"

"Big brother! I have money!"

A child's innocent voice suddenly rang out, accompanied by a clattering sound of something being rummaged through.

The little girl pulled a book out of her patched little handbag; it was a basic dictionary for young children.

Chalice was very familiar with him.

Because when he first traveled to the other world, he washed the deck during the day and studied by the light at night in order to familiarize himself with the language.

This is the dictionary we're using for children just starting school to learn about basics.

"I—I help my classmates with their homework, and they give me money! I've saved up for a whole semester!"

The little girl was anxious and apprehensive, but also a little proud.

"This isn't just any piece of paper; it's called a check!"

She finally found a small stack of receipts in the dictionary, which she treasured and carefully kept.

"They all say these papers can be exchanged for money! Lots and lots of money! Big brother, I have money! Please use this money to save my dad! Okay?"