Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2323

Hidden Dragon treated Ambrose like a brother and had high hopes for the younger man. Who else was qualified to be the next captain, if not Ambrose? There was one man, though, who stood motionless in pride.

That man was Loro Chandler, Hidden Dragon's right-hand man; he had formidable strength in battle. His position in the Blood Shark Pirates ranked higher than most, even that of the Blood Sherlock Four Sisters. After Hidden Dragon's death, he should have been the captain. It was simply unacceptable that everyone decided on Ambrose instead.

Loro looked around and said, "This area is extremely dangerous; we should get away from here before discussing who will be the next captain, and yet here you are, just handing the fleet over to an outsider!" Loro stared judgingly at Ambrose. "Kid, how long have you been in the Blood Shark? What gives you the right to be our captain?"

The pirates looked hesitant at one other; they did not know what to think.

Ambrose looked back at the man without a care. "I do not think that I have the right to do that. So what do you say we do now?"

It was the truth. Ambrose was not interested in being the captain of pirates.

"If it were up to me, I say we give up on that monk and leave. Then we decide who gets to be the next captain," Loro said coldly.

Ambrose frowned. "You don't want to avenge Hidden Dragon?"

"Brother, watch out!" Eira gasped. Heather was also tense.

"Bring it on!" Ambrose did not even fret at the sight of Loro's attack. He took a deep breath and raised an arm to block Loro's punch. Baam! As the two arms came into contact, Loro felt a wave of power push against him, and he backed up a few steps uncontrollably. A stream of blood appeared from the corner of Loro's lips. It was clear that Ambrose had the upper hand. Ambrose was young, and he had also been the New World prince, fed with rare herbs and medicine since birth. He had followed Yang Jian into battles for years, and his experience in countless combat had forged him into a warrior not inferior to Loro.

Loro felt as if he was restrained and held in place—frustration and disbelief raged within him. First, he glared at Ambrose; he could not wrap his head around the fact that he did not even come close to defeating Ambrose, even when his opponent did not have the Tyrant Hammer. Then, just as he tried to process the situation, Ambrose trotted toward him with a calm expression and slapped his cheek.

Snap! Ambrose did not hold back; he swung his palm in full strength. Loro was sent flying toward one of the ships a hundred meters away. He spat a mouthful of blood in pain as he landed. Ambrose was beyond furious. Hidden Dragon had always treated Loro well, but the moment he died, Loro immediately plotted to take over his place as the captain instead of trying to avenge his death. Ungrateful men like him were disposable at best. The entire fleet was shaken as they witnessed the fight. They had been right about Ambrose; he was worthy of being their captain.