The slap was like an iron tong on the head.

The minion's head fell, his limbs freed, and he was forced into the floor.

"Who is this?"

The violent man muttered and took his hand away, his expression as flat as if he had slapped a tide insect to death.

The warbler beside him covered his mouth and slipped to the ground, although his clothes were neat and gorgeous, his eyes were empty and confused, and his body was curled up and trembling unconsciously.

But everyone knows that this is just a normal manifestation of fear.

Like a swimming fish pierced by an iron hook, it has to succumb to strong force.

Awakened by the pain of the fall, her mind was filled with all kinds of tragic situations, and before coming to this box, the man next to her, in front of her, brutally killed a living person.

She regained some consciousness, her fingertips touching the warm liquid, and motioned to look down.

"Ah, blood, there is blood! Oh my God~"

The girl's loud, high-pitched screams lasted only a few moments, and finally she fainted in prayer and murmuring, and was caught by the frightened gentlemen.

Uh-

The mist of cigars chokes the nose and mouth.

The tower-like man straightened his back, drew the golden silk handkerchief from his chest to wipe the filth, and threw it on the unconscious wounded's head, covering a stunned face.

"Haha, I heard it at the door, you guessed wrong! Hey, you're ...... Oh, come to think of it, fat man who sells munitions, you made the right decision to laugh at Skull Bay. ”

He laughed uncontrollably, strode forward with blood in his blood, and opened his heroic embrace, as if with extraordinary enthusiasm.

The fat aristocrat didn't dare to say anything, cold sweat flowed to the corners of his mouth with an embarrassed smile, and his body unconsciously retreated to dodge.

"Tonight, oh, really, what an honor."

He squatted for a long time, just to get close to the people in power, and even gave up the opportunity to rot in the wine and flesh woman, and finally let him bump into two people in a row on this dull night.

That's right, the violent man in front of him is another captain of the Mocking Bay.

Urm Proudmoore.

He made his fortune with usury and bloody deals, suppressed a third of the Gulf with violence and cruelty, was domineering and treacherous in business, and liked a business where profits and risks coexisted.

He had never been to sea since he was an adult, but he was more in line with the image of a robber than anyone else.

The two captains with the biggest contradictions met in the box of the trading holy land, which coincided with the stage of the rebuilding and prosperity of the bay, and they were met by themselves!

It was like Lady Luck coming down and knocking open her skull.

The fat man laughed a little maniacally, and his chest rose and fell like a tide.

"I understand, I understand."

Earm put his hand on his shoulder.

The palm of his hand covers the entire shoulder blade, like a butcher selling goods in the market, slapping the fat meat on the stall with the back of his knife.

He greeted each other in a familiar tone, and then sat down very naturally in the other person's original place, across the table from Leslie.

Ade's first mate took two steps.

He swung the hilt of his sword at his waist into a skillful slit and lifted the back of his coat to loom with a few arcane balls and a rifled gun filled with gunpowder.

However, by this point, the line had touched the throat, bringing out filamentous traces of blood.

"Don't come forward, Ade."

The hoarse voice of the duck came from behind.

"It's okay, it's not the first time we've played each other, Sassy."

The other party is Urm's first mate, and the bounty is arrogantly posted on the bulletin board, and he is the debtor who is most feared by gamblers.

Whoosh, ding!

The dagger dangled through the blind spot, a few glowing fibers broke instantly, and the blade slashed in a light and graceful arc, and finally landed in the middle of the standing table.

Ade drew his sword and reflexively, his weapons staggered, sparks flickered, and finally in a dueling-style fight, they were at a stalemate with each other.

"Forget it, Ade, it's boring."

Although Leslie used his weapon to break the siege, his eyes were always on the stage.

The docents who were eager to sell the exhibits, and the guests who were intoxicated with treasure hunting to show off their wealth, did not notice the friction in the box above.

The bald officer's mate kicked out, pulled away and sheathed his hand, protecting Leslie's left side, standing with his head held high without the slightest timidity.

Sassi confirmed his captain's opinion, and pulled back half of his body into the light.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm very gentle with the rich and powerful."

Earm puffed violently, the red dot of the cigar receded half a knuckle, and a misty mist sprayed from between his mouth and nose, turning the front of the box into an island in the sea night.

He flicked the cigarette butt into the empty cup, glancing at the knife at hand.

No one but Om could see where it had been swung out, and how easily it had penetrated the barragi table, ending up splitting the two captains.

The waistcoat on his body, made of the most expensive fabric, wrapped around the muscles of the strong, like covering a reef wall with gold.

Leslie sat beside him without changing his face, like the calm ocean after a storm.

"Take it easy, two adults, your slight contradiction will affect two-thirds of the Mocking Bay, and those gentlemen and ladies who are eager to rebuild the business will go crazy in a hurry."

The fat aristocrat softened his voice.

Behind him shrank a crowd of spectators, all pale in the face of fear that they would be involved in a historic event.

"The water is calm, the wind is good, and there is no warship and blood to sacrifice to the jellyfish tonight."

Ade made his stance clear, and returned to his lieutenant's seat to guard the captain against the vicious and despicable sneak attacks.

"That's the best, Lord Om visiting, and we're sure we'll be able to accomplish a lot of meaningful things."

The fat aristocrat adjusted his conversation.

Everyone knows that the share vacated after the dead tide, those tightly controlled sources of goods and docks, all have a lot of wealth to be gained, but there is a difference between seizing the opportunity and eating cold rice.

"No, I just passed by and heard you guess something wrong, so I came in and corrected it."

"Well, what do you mean?"

The fat man was puzzled.

"Of course, it's the Hierro Sea Beast, and the ship that hunts it is not just sixty pulp, but the majestic Gilda!"

Urm's eyelids were thick and his beard arched over his gold teeth, like a sailor who told strange stories in a tavern oil lamp.

Many nobles were stunned.

The Rosekorda.

The ship of this name was one of many captains on the coastline, and it was Leslie himself who commanded it out of whirlpools and thunderstorms.

"Don't let this girl's appearance fool you.

She dared to jump into the bottomless turbulence, and in the heavy rain of the night, she dared to slaughter the existence of monsters with her own hands using only lightning as lighting. ”

Urm smiled maniacally.

His eyes were always watching his side, gritting his teeth, and even in the spit that came out, there were cigar residues.

"There are no auction items in the harbor building today, what is there to see about this kind of private rotten goods.

Sir, why don't you go to the hall and take a break and find a pretty chick to make some room for us? ”

He raised his hand to chase people away.

And those guests who were in a cold sweat, including the fat nobles with amazing wealth, had no room for resistance and refusal.

No one wants to be carried away by the Wolves.

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