"What are you trying to do?!"
Ted looked at the sailors who surrounded him and felt that something was wrong.
"Sorry, our boss has spoken. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have!"
A sailor smiled bitterly for a while and threw a punch at Ted's face.
But after all, Ted had followed Smith since he was a child. How could one or two ordinary people get close to him?
He dodged the punch coming at him, bent down, and exerted force with his legs.
His fist landed heavily on the man's armpit.
"Ouch!"
The sailor let out a miserable howl.
The man quickly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back.
"Brat, how dare you?!"
There was another roar behind him. Ted threw up the rifle in his hand, grabbed the barrel, and hit it at the face of the person behind him.
"Bang..."