He was so groggy that he didn't know how long he had slept, but Zheng Mang woke up and turned around.

I wanted to move my body, but found that I couldn't. When I opened my eyes, I found that my body was already tied to a wooden board. The thumbs of both hands were also tightly wrapped with a thin wire.

What's going on?

It was pitch dark all around and I couldn't see anything clearly. I wanted to speak, but my mouth was blocked by a rag.

He didn't know what the rag was for, but it felt salty and astringent in his mouth. Zheng Mang tried his best to push it out with his tongue, but he couldn't push it out.

Zheng Mang struggled hard, his body jumping like a fish. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all. Especially his thumbs that were entangled with wires. As long as he struggled, the thin wires would tighten the inside of his flesh.

The skin was torn, and there was no flesh on his fingers. The wire was stuck directly on the bone, and the pain caused Zheng Mang to break out in cold sweat.

The severe pain made him give up his struggle, because this struggle had no result except causing him pain.

Zheng Mang is a playboy, but he is not stupid. He knows that he is in big trouble this time!

That Ono Erlang is not a good bird, and maybe that guy is not called Ono Erlang. He grew up in the Japanese country, and Zheng Mang certainly knows that. In addition to being rich in samurai, the Japanese country is also rich in another species, and that is ronin.

At that time, most of the Japanese people who roamed southeastern China were rogues.

These ronin are farmers who have lost their land!

During the Warring States Period, the Ming Dynasties fought back and forth, and those who won would naturally divide their houses and land, which was a big deal.

Those who lose will be unlucky. Their house, land, and even their wives will be taken away by others. These samurai who lost their land are called ronin!

Without land, there is no job. Without a wife and house, it is considered bankrupt.

Without a job and being bankrupt, these wanderers take desperate risks.

There used to be a lot of chaos on the sea, and everyone was grabbing knives everywhere.

Now that the sea is much calmer, those who rob with knives will be killed by the Ming Dynasty navy. So these guys suddenly changed their minds and started international trade. And they were engaged in a wide range of businesses, from human trafficking to fruit dumping, whatever they wanted to do to make money.

Of course, in some unknown dark corners, they will return to their old business and engage in murder and robbery.

The corpses floating in the sea every year are not all shipwrecked sailors.

Inside this dark, damp, and possibly dirty cabin is the legendary unknown little corner.

Perhaps Zheng Mang was struggling when something moved. But it wasn't human footsteps!

He was not sure what the sound was, but soon he heard the sound of "woo" and "woo". It seemed that not far away, there was also a person struggling.

Soon he knew why the man was struggling, because he heard the sound of "squeak" and "squeak". A small squirming thing crawled on him. Perhaps the bleeding thumb attracted the little thing.

Zheng Mang only felt a pain in his thumb, and then his body began to struggle violently again.

There were constant "squeaking" and "squeaking" sounds all around, and he didn't know how many rats there were. Anyway, Zheng Mang felt that there were many, many rats.

The rats kept gnawing at his body, and Zheng Mang would struggle violently for a few bites. Soon, Zheng Mang's body was soaked with sweat.

My whole body was sticky, my mouth was blocked, and I had to rely on my nose to breathe.

He heard another heavy breathing not far away. It was probably another unlucky guy who had been bitten by a rat like himself.

Zheng Mang was extremely frightened. If he continued like this, he might be bitten to death by rats.

He doesn't want to be a skeleton that has been eaten by rats!

call!

Can't shout!

He even had no strength left to struggle, and as soon as his eyes closed, he was ready to accept his fate.

His arms, thighs, and even his face were attacked by rats. He could even feel that these places were bleeding.

The hatch opened with a creak, and a ray of light shone in. The rats got into the corner one after another, staring with dark eyes at the guys who disturbed their meal.

The oil lamp illuminated Ono Erlang's face. He walked to Zheng Mang and looked at Zheng Mang without blinking.

Zheng Mang is now in a very embarrassed state. A piece of flesh was removed from his face by a mouse, and blood is flowing down his cheek. There are two circular wounds on his two thumbs, and the bones are deep enough to see the wounds.

After removing the rag from Zheng Mang's mouth, Ono Erlang asked in pure official Mandarin: "Who are you?"

"Let me go!" Zheng Mang gasped for air and uttered three words.

Ono Erlang took the candle from his subordinate's hand, tilted his hand slightly, and the hot wax oil dripped on the wound on Zheng Mang's face.

"Ah!" Zheng Mang immediately screamed loudly.

"You will answer whatever I ask. Do you understand? Otherwise, you will suffer.

I thought that the package you were carrying contained silver coins, which was already a considerable amount of wealth. But I didn't expect that you actually brought a package of Ming Dynasty gold coins.

I'm curious, who are you?"

Ono Erlang looked through the backpacks carried by Zheng Mang and Gou Legzi. Only the backpack carried by Gou Legzi contained more than two hundred Ming silver coins. The backpacks carried by the two of them were actually filled with Ming gold coins.

According to the ratio given by the Daming Bank, one Daming gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred Daming silver coins. Generally speaking, it is used for large transactions.

On weekdays, people rarely have access to Ming Dynasty gold coins.

This guy actually brought two bags with no less than 600 Ming gold coins. Even people like him who have been doing international trade for ten years would not be able to make so much money.

Ono Jiro then went down to the bottom cabin to see who the imprisoned guy was.

The flame of the candle was very close to the wound, and Zheng Mang could smell his own flesh being burned.

"I say! I say! My name is Zheng Mang, my father's name is Zheng Zhihu, my uncle is Zheng Zhilong, the Minister of Water and Electricity of the Ming Dynasty. My cousin is Zheng Sen, the young minister of Honglu Temple. I advise you to let me go quickly. Otherwise...!

If my uncle and my brother find out, all of you will die." Zheng Mang felt that as long as he revealed the names of his uncle and cousin, these Japanese people would naturally let them go.

After all, the Zheng family is a time-honored brand among pirates.

Now he has become a high-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty. He has offended the Zheng family by running away from the sea, and it is not much different if he follows the Palace of Hell.

Sure enough, Onojiro's expression changed.

If this guy is really from the Zheng family, then the trouble will be big. After all, the Zheng family used to be the maritime overlord of the entire East Asia.

Although he is no longer the overlord of the sea, it is still not a problem to kill his own small pirate gang of more than a dozen people.

"Boss! If he is really from the Zheng family, then we...!" A subordinate was frightened and pulled Xiaoye Erlang's clothes nervously. It seemed that the Zheng family's reputation was still very scary.

"Boss, if we let him go, we will only die more miserably." Another guy in kimono reminded.

Ono Erlang did not doubt what Zheng Mang said. He could see that this boy was very young. He could carry so much money at such a young age.

He must be a young master who ran away from a wealthy family!

Now he has to make a determination, a determination to kill Zheng Mang.

Because he knew clearly that he was dead no matter what.

With the connections of the Zheng family, it is not difficult to find him. Now, it is hard to say which one will end up worse, killing Zheng Mang or letting Zheng Mang go.

Anyway, if you catch this guy, your future fate will only be miserable or very miserable.

There is a dog-headed strategist in every gang, and usually such a person can work as a second-in-command.

At this time, the value of the dog-headed strategist will be reflected!

A guy with a warrior bun came over and looked at Zheng Mang from top to bottom.

"Boss! Looking at his thin skin and tender flesh, I guess he is telling the truth. I also heard that there is a dandy in the Zheng family named Zheng Mang.

He is the son of Zheng Zhibao. Because Zheng Zhibao died early, he was very favored by Zheng Zhilong. He was well cared for by the Zheng family, and at the same time he became a major scourge in Fuzhou City. He just didn't know how he got to Jimo."

"I came to Jimo by airship from the capital." Zheng Mang heard this and shouted loudly. He was afraid that Ono Erlang would burn him with a candle again!

"It's awesome! You can ride on an airship." The dog-headed military advisor looked at Zheng Mang with a smile.

"Boss! If we tie him up, I'm afraid he won't be able to live in East Asia anymore."

"Then where are we going? Southeast Asia or Australia, or the territory of Indians, Arabs, red-haired people, and yellow-haired people?" Ono Jiro frowned.

"It doesn't work!

I heard that the Ming Dynasty already had something called a telegraph. Orders departing from the capital can be conveyed to Singapore in just a quarter of an hour.

If we take him with us, we may be intercepted by the Ming Navy soon. If caught by the Ming Navy, we will all die without a burial place."

"What should we do?"

"The only place we can go now is Jinshan!"

"Jinshan? You mean, the original North American territory of the British?" Ono Jiro asked doubtfully.

"Yes! I found out that a ship carrying Southeast Asian laborers crossed the ocean to the North American territory.

The North American territory has been expanding over the years, and they discovered gold mines near the ocean. It is said that the gold reserves there are very rich, and it seems like there is a mountain of gold underground.

There was no way we could go in any direction, so we could only go across the ocean to the North American territory.

With these Ming Dynasty gold coins, we can buy a bigger and better ship. If we can find gold, we will make a fortune.

Anyway, except for the North American territory, we will be caught by the Ming Dynasty wherever we go. The Zheng family is now a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty and can use the Ming Dynasty's naval power.

In East Asia, no one can escape the pursuit of the Ming Navy."

Ono Jiro knew that he had no choice. Whether he could find gold in Jinshan Mountain was another matter. Anyway, he could get a place to establish a cone.
To be continued...