Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

What exactly happened in Chapter 200?

At the gambling table.

The young bald man finally finished writing down the whole story.

He put down his pen, shook his wrist, and let out a long breath.

The cardboard was covered with dense writing, like a short essay.

Here's the thing.

He had just taken Miller and Porter to pack the valuables they had collected into bags, intending to take them to the lifeboat for safekeeping.

The bags were heavy, filled with cash, jewelry, watches, and cell phones, worth at least tens of millions.

The three people, each carrying two bags, walked deeper into the cabin.

Halfway there, Jimmy suddenly appeared.

He walked quickly from the other end of the corridor, his expression serious.

"You're here?"

Jimmy pointed to the bags in their hands, then to himself, and said.

"Give me the things, and you can go back."

"McDonald's needs help, hurry back and assist them."

Since it was the Three Beauties' order, they naturally dared not disobey.

So Miller and Porter handed all the bags they were carrying to Jimmy and then turned and left.

The young bald man continued to lead the way; he was going to check on the lifeboats.

But before he had gone far, Jimmy caught up with him and patted him on the shoulder.

The young bald man turned around and saw Jimmy pointing anxiously at his empty hands.

The item is missing.

The young bald man was stunned.

Jimmy said anxiously.

"Go back and report to McDonald. I'll look around here; maybe I can still find it."

Then the young bald man came back.

Then that's what happened.

Jimmy:

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He looked at that short essay and felt terrible.

Then he picked up a pen and wrote on it.

I stayed with the group the whole time and never left the bar.

The characters were written very large and with great force.

The young bald man stared at the words and froze.

He looked up at Jimmy, then at McDonald, then at Jimmy again.

Then he quickly wrote it down.

Miller and Porter can testify!

McDonald's face darkened even more after reading it.

He wrote it on the cardboard.

Call them over here!

Miller and Porter were quickly brought before them.

Both of them looked confused, wondering why they had been called here.

McDonald pointed to the words written by the young bald man, gesturing for them to look.

The two leaned over to look at it, then exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

McDonald picked up his pen and asked.

Miller nodded and picked up his pen to write.

Yes, he appeared.

Porter nodded in agreement and wrote.

He asked us to give him the things.

Jimmy stared at the two lines of text, his eyes wide as saucers.

He immediately found witnesses, including several bandits who had been following him.

The bandits were brought before them, and they were all completely bewildered.

Jimmy wrote.

[I've been staying in the bar the whole time, I've never left, right?]

After reading it, the bandits nodded in agreement and picked up their pens to write it down.

Yes, Jimmy has been there the whole time.

We've been seeing him all along.

He's never even been to the toilet.

McDonald:

""

He looked at the two groups of people, then at Jimmy, then at the young bald man, then at Miller and Porter.

The expression on his face was priceless.

He was thinking.

Could it be that Jimmy has a brother named Lee?

Or is it...?

Is that evil spirit causing trouble again on the Fugui Maru?

Or perhaps it was that scoundrel Meng Bo who was behind this?!

The last answer gave him a flash of inspiration.

This could very well be the work of that scoundrel Meng Bo!

That city hunter, that busybody, might be on the ship.

If he can impersonate Jimmy, then everything makes sense.

The fake Jimmy stole the items, and the real Jimmy was kept in the dark.

This way, there are witnesses on both sides, and both sides are telling the truth.

Thinking of this, he immediately wrote it down.

What did Jimmy say to you guys back then?

The young bald man, Miller, and Porter exchanged glances and immediately understood what was going on.

Their eyes lit up at the same time.

The young bald man wrote.

He's the one who's talking!

Miller wrote.

Yes, he opened his mouth and spoke!

Porter wrote.

He spoke to us several times, asking us to give him the things and to go back and help us!

After the three of them finished writing, they all looked at Jimmy.

Real Jimmy can't talk!

Jimmy has finally realized what's happening.

He opened his mouth, then pointed to his throat, meaning I couldn't speak at all.

McDonald wrote on the cardboard with a dark expression.

[Jimmy, take men and arrest Meng Bo immediately.]

Chen Dawen is a good-for-nothing; he hasn't come back yet, so we can't count on him at all.

That fake Jimmy is most likely Meng Bo in disguise!

Jimmy nodded and turned to leave.

After taking only two steps, McDonald suddenly noticed a detail.

He suddenly looked up at Miller and Porter, who were still standing there.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote quickly.

Why can't you all speak anymore?

Miller and Porter stared at the words, their faces filled with despair.

They nodded, pointed to their mouths, and waved their hands.

They didn't know what had happened either.

He was perfectly fine just now, talking and laughing.

After a while, he suddenly couldn't speak.

Just like the other bandits.

McDonald's face darkened even more at their expressions.

Today's actions were truly bizarre.

Starting with himself, then Jimmy, then the young bald man, then Number Three who went on stage to speak, and then these thugs.

One by one, they all became mute.

It's like there's something unseen targeting them.

He's not in the mood to play baccarat anymore.

He wrote it directly on the cardboard.

Tie them all up!

McDonald pointed to the wealthy businessmen and nobles queuing up.

Those people, who were initially relieved that they were temporarily safe, turned pale instantly upon seeing these words.

The young bald man immediately led his men into action.

They took ropes and tied up those high-ranking officials one by one, binding them tightly.

Someone tried to resist, but was hit in the stomach with a rifle butt and immediately became obedient.

Some people cried out and begged for mercy, but the bandits couldn't hear them and didn't bother to listen.

Soon, everyone was tied up and lined up, squatting on the ground.

After finishing all that, the young bald man went to McDonald's side.

McDonald rubbed his eyes.

He felt his eyelids twitching and his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, picked up his pen again, and wrote.

【Take some men to check if Meng Bo has been caught. If not, kill him!】

The young bald man accepted the order and turned to leave.

"etc."

McDonald suddenly stood up.

Never mind, he should go along too.

I feel uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen.

He glanced at the wealthy merchants who were tied up, and then at the dozen or so red-clad bandits who remained.

Then, he left the bar with the young bald man and a group of people.

The casinos and bars quieted down.

Only a dozen or so bandits in red were left to guard the kidnapped wealthy merchant.