The map shows that the blonde woman in front of the bar is a blue question mark.

Even if she doesn't rely on remarks, the other party's dusty and seductive temperament has already made her too conspicuous in this hall.

Several bigwigs were talking about this woman.

The bar counter seems to have been transformed into a display shelf, which has been occupied by a unique charm, and no other customers have gone to sit next to it.

The bartender and the waiter also walked around her.

"Who's that guy?"

Adam touched Beran with the back of his hand under the dodge cloak.

He was sure that the female maintenance worker had also spotted the beautiful woman who was drinking and crossing, but Beran always kept his back to him or even dodging.

Apparently recognized, even familiar.

"She's definitely coming for you, right? Trouble is approaching, and if you don't tell me who she is, I don't know if I'm going to help. ”

Onlookers began to gather, and knowledgeable guides began to persuade their employers to leave.

There were a number of fierce men in the crowd, who were now approaching with their weapons, faintly forming a surrounding stance, blocking every passage that could leave the hall, and aiming the tips of their knives at the bar.

"Damn, it's all your fault, you have to be in the limelight, it's just a few hundred golden crows, can't the captain give it to you!"

Belan gritted his teeth and muttered, but there was no anxiety in his tone, but some kind of indignation to be scolded.

"That woman gave you a sense of security."

Adam ignored the complaint and continued to identify the other party.

"Heh, you're pretty much the same as them."

Beran poked Adam's chest with his finger, his eyes full of contempt and contempt, as if exposing a short-sighted pervert.

"This is the Captain Leslie you are about to take refuge into, the woman who controls life and death and wealth in Skull Bay.

Dangerous?

Mercenaries know the rules and must always be respectful of the captain. Those fools who pretend to have a little money, if they dare to think with their lower body, it is their greatest danger. ”

Beran's voice was not restrained, and several faces turned in the crowd.

She misunderstood Adam, thinking that the way he looked at his surroundings was with some kind of frivolous thought.

Is Lyllis actually a woman?

Adam didn't explain, and he himself was slightly surprised.

The business partner who signed the contract turned out to be a female captain with such a unique temperament.

The onlookers' footsteps suddenly panicked, and it seemed that something had taken place.

It was already cramped, congested and crowded, and those who were on guard with knives, as well as Adam, were restricted from moving and could only walk in place.

"Oh shit, he cut in line."

"Help me see if there is anything wrong with my clothes, I want to seize the opportunity!"

The reason for the commotion was that a big guy took the lead.

【Confident Aristocrat】

He wore white gloves in his hand, clutched the glass goblet, hid his dirtiness with a smile, tilted the wine, and walked to the bar in a curse and envy.

The lady will choose a male mercenary, and the lord will naturally choose a female partner.

The warbler and the special waiter can show their status and financial resources. However, if you get a beauty with this temperament as a companion, it is enough to prove your charm.

Let her sit at her table at the banquet......

That's a lot of face!

"Hoof, I can't stop him."

【Panicked Mercenaries】

The lean mercenary had been following the broad guy all along, but when he was a certain distance away from Leslie, he didn't dare to take another half step.

He stood outside this invisible line, his limbs trembling and cold sweat dripping from his cheeks.

The fish oil had wiped his hair slippery and neat, and now it was scratched and messy, and the clothes he had rented at the door had been torn off two buttons.

But the mercenaries don't care - the employer wants to flirt with death, and he has to do something himself.

"This is my ransom, I'm sorry Captain, I can't stop it!"

So, all eyes gathered.

He tore off the sign symbolizing the status of [temporary employment] in public, wrapped his coat in the bulging money bag, threw it all on the floor with a lot of patterns, and then ran away.

The golden crows rolled down, and the hall was silent.

Gamblers, who are usually greedy for money, can only swallow their saliva silently and dare not stretch out their dog paws.

"Any riches that are paid as tribute to the captain are tainted with danger and taboo."

This is a wise saying that has been passed down from generation to generation on the coastline of Najrfa.

There was a lot of noise around, and the other mercenaries and guides began to explain to the boss.

This sudden accident made those big guys who were not familiar with the rules finally put down their shelves and listened to something that could survive.

"As I said, there are three who must not be offended."

"No one can keep you, no matter how much you have identity and wealth, you can't buy your life from under them!"

"I didn't introduce anyone, because according to the hunting period, you will definitely not meet her, who knows that she suddenly returned."

Adam hid in the crowd, listening to gossip and all sorts of deeds.

It's bloodied the whole ship.

Rush into a private gambling game and ask for money.

Dyeing the sea red with the gang members in the slaughterhouse.

……

In short, it's all a daunting and scalp-tingling scene.

"Give me a piece of ice."

Leslie pushed out the cup and reached for the blonde hair around her neck.

The pair of dark blue gloomy pupils, reflecting the long-lasting glimmer of light in the crystal of the hall, swept the nobleman who stepped forward to talk to him.

"What's crazy!"

The nobleman looked puzzled and cursed in a low voice.

He could only see the crowd whispering, so he thought it was jealous that he was getting ahead of him.

"Ahem, I didn't mean you, beautiful young lady."

Ignoring the suggestive glances of his companions, he took the opportunity to pull open the bench and lean his elbows against the bar.

"I'm from the capital of the kingdom, and of course, I can't talk about the specifics. If you're interested, there's a table full of food in the back, why don't you sit down and talk?

I've invited elegant people, and whatever you want, you can easily fulfill them......"

He sniffed the scent in the air, and his speech slowed down, as if the whole world was immersed in that smooth and beautiful face.

The corners of the woman's mouth are slightly raised, and the arc that drives up can almost enter the painting.

Ding Ding Ding Ding.

The murmur broke the atmosphere.

The bartender came up with a tray tremblingly, and the unchiseled square ice hit the thick glass with a panicked crisp sound.

"Are you sick too?"

The nobleman frowned angrily, his tone tinged with annoyance.

The original education would not have allowed him to say such vulgar words, but the bay advocates freedom and does not need to hide it, and should have had fun without recklessness.

But the guy hired by himself actually ran away screaming in public, and now the bartender is staring at him with hellish eyes.

Why do people always interrupt themselves? Could it be that the skull bay is all this kind of fool who doesn't have long eyes and can't understand the situation and atmosphere?

"Ahem, let's not go to the back to talk, we can't fill our stomachs with alcohol."

His words were full of flirtation, and he even leaned his confident face over to the woman's shoulder, and swept a few strands of hair with the tip of his nose.

Bang.

The bartender couldn't hold the tray steadily, sat down at the back of the table, and ran away with a rolling belt.

"Left or right?"

A female voice came as if the sea was overflowing the embankment.

Before the confident aristocrat could hear it clearly, his eyes were already black.

The whole face was covered with severe pain, and the sound of the broken nose bone exploded directly in the brain.

Screams choked in his throat, followed by a brief burst of light.

But before he could see his surroundings clearly, his vision quickly rose again, and the hair on the back of his head was tightly pulled up, as if he was tied to a war horse.

All he could see was the glowing crystals on the ceiling.

Bang!

His forehead hit Fang Bing, and the unruly rectangle completely cracked.

Leslie still held the cup, using only his right hand and right foot, while maintaining a sitting position, and beat the nobleman who had been trained in royal martial arts to the ground.

She seemed to be lifting garbage, and with a little force, she made the other party lie on his back on the bar.

Half a glass of mint was poured over his face, washing away the blood, irritating the wound and returning consciousness and soul to the body.

The male nobleman could not move, and his knees went limp.

"Open your mouth, I'll choose for you."

Leslie whispered, the solitary silence of the night shattered, leaving only the daunting coldness of a kraken.

"Hmm, no, ahem."

The rest of the wine was poured in, and half of the bloodstained ice was sent to his mouth.

The scum with the mentality of hunting for beauty finally paid the price in his desire, and the one in front of him is not the usual woman who can be bullied at will.

He subconsciously reached out and struggled, but only one palm touched his cheek.

The hall was silent.

When half of his arm landed on the floor, the blood and pain came as if he were unveiled.