Dylan stepped out, raising both hands high, and shouted loudly: "Release the Boss, and whatever demands you have, I can meet them."
The person didn't react at all, and it was only after Dylan repeated it that he belatedly realized the person probably didn't understand English.
Furrowing his brows, this was going to be troublesome.
"Lord Dylan...." A thin, weak-looking boy cautiously approached, raising his small hand: "I understand what he's saying. He's speaking Chinese. I can be your translator."
Dylan frowned as he looked at him. This kid was just an inconspicuous odd-job worker on the ship, often bullied. Dylan had spoken up for him a few times and had some impression of the child.
Dylan nodded: "What's your name?"
The boy had dark skin but revealed a set of white teeth when he smiled and said, "My name is Ah Fu."
Ah Fu came over and said in somewhat broken Chinese: "Lord Dylan said that as long as you release him, he'll agree to any of your demands."
