Chapter 54: Drunken Life and Dream Death (II)

The small tavern was crowded with noisy pirates, and although the pirates couldn't leave their mouths on the ship, they couldn't let go of their drinks as recklessly as they did now. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Becker smoked silently, squinting slightly and observing the chaos in the tavern through the smoke, after the previous twists and turns, the laughter and noise of the pirates in the tavern did not make him feel the slightest excitement, how he looked at it, how did he feel that this ship of pirates, including Barbarossa, was a little drunk and dreamy.

A young pirate may not have been on the ship for a long time, he can't remember the rules clearly, then he drank too much and his mind was dizzy, he used to be a street performer, and when he was drunk, he found a torch out of nowhere, and after taking a sip of wine in his mouth, he spewed the liquor in his mouth into the torch.

Rumble!

The flames spread violently under the blessing of alcohol, like a fiery dragon spewing out of the mouth of a young pirate and swooping forward.

A few of the drunken pirates around applauded, but some of the old pirates who were still awake suddenly turned pale.

The young pirate's movement of playing with fire alarmed several leaders not far away, Barbarossa was carrying a few people on his back, but at this time he turned his head to look, and saw that the young pirate was holding a torch in his hand, and took another sip of spirits, and he was going to repeat the old trick, his originally slightly drunk face suddenly turned cold, and the beard hanging down to his chest trembled slightly, and then he showed a cruel smile.

Becker was also aware of Barbarossa's abnormality and was a little puzzled, but Felton, who was drinking with Barbarossa at the table, had been on the ship for many years, and knew that Barbarossa hated the crew for playing with fire the most, and it was said that it was because of the burn wound on Lacey's face.

Barbarossa's beard writhed a few times like a snake, but instead of curling up at the young pirate with the torch, Felton was quite eye-catching, and ran quickly out of his chair to the pirate, kicking him over, and when the torch fell to the ground, he stomped on it and extinguished it.

The young pirate clutched his kicked waist with a blank expression, and before he could ask a question, he was entangled in a beard like a red python, and struggled in shock.

"Ship, captain! Spare my life, I was wrong! Knowing that Barbarossa was the only one here who could use such a strange magic move, he couldn't remember what he had done wrong, but he knew that it was right to beg for mercy first.

"Your first day on board?" Barbarossa's face was flushed, not sure if it was caused by alcohol or excitement from the impending killing, and he had a cruel and false smile on his face, a smile that made one feel not relaxed, but rather terrifying. "Don't you know you're not allowed to play with fire in front of me?"

"I forgot, captain, you spare me, I won't dare again!"

The young pirates kept begging for mercy, but unfortunately they couldn't impress the hard-hearted Barbarossa, the tavern had long been quiet, and the faces of the pirates had lost the laughter and excitement they had before, and they didn't have the ferocity in the face of civilians, one by one they looked at Barbarossa with a pale face and a helpless smile and slowly tightened the strength of his beard, as the red beard that bound the young pirates gradually tightened, the pirate couldn't help but let out a series of miserable howls, the young face turned red, and the eyes, ears, mouth and nose gradually bleed, Hearing pirates also seem to hear the sound of their bones breaking.

During this time, none of the other pirates dared to make a sound, and all of them silently watched Barbarossa brutally execute one of their companions for a nonsensical reason, and their reaction to the more vicious Barbarossa was no stronger than that of the civilians against the pirates.

After Barbarossa strangled the young pirate with his Devil Fruit ability, he threw the body out of the tavern with a curl of his beard, and then drank as if he had just crushed a bug to death.

Several cadres at the table came back to their senses and drank as usual with different expressions, and the other pirates gradually distracted and drank again, but the atmosphere in the tavern was no longer the same as before.

Becker looked like he touched a glass with Dr. Harrison, the drunkard, as usual, thinking about Barbarossa's attitude and actions before, as if he had realized something.

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Becker drifted at sea with the Redbeard Pirates for several months, as a group of pirates with no future looted all the ships they could see on their way, and then transported the cargo back to the city of Navia, where the Buendía family would pick up the stolen goods.

During this period, Barbarossa anchored in several towns and recruited several new groups of pirates on board, so Becker was also considered the "old man" on the ship.

Tony personally infiltrated Navia City with a few capable men and began to inquire about the news under a fake identity, and Becker would talk to each other on the phone whenever he had the opportunity to be alone, to understand each other's situation and exchange information.

Becker was able to gain a foothold on the ship, but it was still far from what he wanted, and whether Wood had offended him or not, he had to die in his eyes, because he was in Becker's way.

Half a month later, the Redbeard Pirates once again anchored near the city of Navia, and Becker, as the second navigator, stayed behind to guard the ship with some pirates, while another wave of pirates and Navigator Wood entered the city to rest.

The other pirates who entered the city almost immediately rushed to the tavern and brothel, and Wood, as the other party's man, had to meet with Barbarossa with the Buendía family who had come to deliver the goods.

By the time the two groups finished talking, it was getting late, but for Wood, the nightlife had only just begun, and Wood, who thought he was superior, would not be full of women and alcohol like the pirates he usually looked down on on the ship, and he had his own pastime - playing poker.

Wood was a native, he was more familiar with the city's sanguins and the city, and as a man of awkward position - a small pirate boss with a lot of money and a slight connection to the Buendia family, but a world away from the real magnates - his status was not up to the bottom, he disdained to huddle with the vulgar sailors and pirates in the same sweaty tavern, but he was not entitled to attend the drinking parties and balls of high society, and given this, a game with a certain status and a well-gambling-staked hand was obviously more suitable for his playing time.

Wood sometimes expands his network by meeting people of comparable status through the game, and sometimes he slaughters some rookies who are just starting out in the game to expand his pockets.

It was clearly the latter that Wood encountered in the hand today.

Tony had a thick cigar in his mouth, a big gold chain around his neck, a fur coat, and almost rings on his fingers on his hands on the table, sitting on a wooden chair and swallowing clouds, squinting at Wood who walked into the room, and the word "nouveau riche" was almost clearly engraved on his forehead, and as an outsider, in this game composed mostly of locals, these three words had another name - "wronged head".