Between the setting sun and the pale moon arc, a sunset blends together.

The Surge Bar is a converted old cabin with a wide deck embedded in the cliff, front and rear doors, oblique light-through windows, and a custom wine cellar.

The young spearman, half-crouched on the ground, observes the crooked phalanges in front of him.

"Mr. Duchen, it's not a big deal, you have to ...... Hey, all right! ”

Adam's brow furrowed, the dislocation would not recover on its own, and he could imagine the swelling through the glove.

In fact, both of his arms were aching and painful, and he had broken two ribs, and he should have seen several bruises if he had easily removed his clothes.

"The craft is good, where did you learn this skill of twisting bones?"

"Boss, you must know that when the waves overturn the entire deck, it is not uncommon to get any sprains, and you can learn anything by going out to sea a few more times to meet sea beasts."

He smiled, patted his knees and got up, and began to fix the bar.

【Tavern LV3 (under maintenance)】

Wooden planks were piled up in the corners, wreckage was picked up and thrown out, new tables and chairs were brought in in batches and arranged, including lamps and window edges, and any broken parts were being processed.

The brawl nearly destroyed the entire bar, and the first order of the new boss, Duchen, was to renovate it.

The seriously wounded people in the corners did some light work, and the handy helpers took care of the handling, and hired a few skilled craftsmen, so that before dinner, they could barely recover enough to be able to operate.

There are many places to hang out in the bay, and this gangster-filled bar has become the most striking point of the street.

【53 Gulf Mercenaries to join your team】

[Team: 53]

Some people were completely beaten to the point of submission, others were shocked by Duchen's courage to dare to kill, and the thoughtful people discovered his uniqueness, and the simple-minded guy decided to go with the flow.

In short, after this unforgettable hand-to-hand fight, this group of villains can be regarded as their new boss.

But there were also many who were completely kicked out of the team, either because they were disgruntled, or because their deeds were too despicable to be favored by Adam.

[You are sitting in the tavern, and your subordinates are repairing the shop, and you can see everyone's temper and conduct, as well as their recognition of you, from their work. 】

This group of people is not ordinary drunkards, but Gulf mercenaries, so the harvest of the brawl is also quite rich.

[Prestige: 426, physical strength rises, charm rises]

But this promotion is just a note, and it has not yet been cashed in its own data.

Adam thought for a moment before he realized that he was now under the name of Duchen, and that the discussion in the bay was only a young officer who had just arrived.

Many onlookers gathered at the entrance of the tavern.

All the people passing by, the idle stall owners, will hold their arms and point to the surge bar to chat.

The throbbing night finally came, and the last embers of the sunset were fiercely pressed against the sea level, and the presumptuous and noisy reoccupied the city.

The Gauge and the ladies left the hotel.

Gilded carriages and expensive incense candles reopened the casinos and banquets, and the bloody crystals peeled off the sea beast's organs, processed them, and appeared on the street pavements.

And between clinking glasses and chuckling, there will be new stories on the table.

In fact, since the afternoon, the story of Duchen's suppression of the Gulf's ruthless vote has been interpreted into different versions and spread in the mouths of various goods.

[The popularity of the Mocking Skull Bay has risen, and the status of the tavern has risen. 】

"Hey, have long eyes, if you don't want to be beaten, please move your feet."

Anger held the van.

In the fish market at the wharf today, there was a lively fat-headed anglefish, which he auctioned off, along with the grill and side dishes, and brought a few pieces of good meat.

The chef is the best crafted in the Leslie district.

Duheng treats guests, and after being beaten up, the team can enjoy an extremely sumptuous meal, as well as a carnival of free drinking.

The brawny men inside and outside the tavern were in high spirits, and the sound of raising their hands and shouting overshadowed the streets—although the money for repairs and purchases came from the gambling money of the afternoon, no one cared about that.

The new boss, the captain's flag.

They don't care about the talk, on the contrary, if Duchen can make a name for himself in the Gulf, there will be many potential benefits for this newly formed slaughterhouse.

Adam sat on a bench and looked at the banquet being held and the new subordinates.

He was not satisfied with this group of people, at least, it was not the kind of team he wanted, and the fierce men with their own thoughts were not necessarily better than the warlords' people.

Dan de Leon, better and more troops are needed.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Aang twitched his stool and sat down across from him, but his posture was low and did not appear arrogant or arrogant.

"The name Duheng should be starting to be a topic of conversation in the bay."

Adam lowered his feet from the bar, beckoned closer to the other, and whispered something to him, but his tone was very serious, completely different from the arrogance he pretended.

Anger is smart, knowledgeable about current affairs, and has the foundation to manage armies and survive in difficulty.

He guessed that he was special, so please do some personal things, it can be regarded as reliable, and the three brothers together will not be bullied much.

"There aren't enough people, you have to go and let the way out, so that those who want to join my team can take the initiative to find here."

"What standard do you have, you can't come with any miscellaneous fish, can you?"

Anger thought for himself.

"Tsk, that's good, just use yourself as a reference."

"."

Aang cried out, and as he pulled away, he saw Duheng smiling, but his eyes were unusually determined.

"I'm not kidding, I want someone who has the most basic concept of honor and disgrace in his heart, feels ashamed of his despicable behavior, has the ability to survive, but has to bear a painful history.

Wronged soldiers, mercenaries eager for honor, thugs forced to make a living......"

Aang interrupted with a wave of his hand, frowned and nodded, and raised his hand to take a half-mouthful of the horse's shell.

He understood what Duheng meant, and he knew where there was such a guy, and in the bay, a frustrated life was simply the cheapest bedside story.

Suddenly, Anger's eyes widened, and his back unconsciously straightened.

Adam's eyes narrowed, focused on the map in his head, all the blue dots in the tavern, almost stopped moving, and the discussion outside the window and the noise in his ears were silent.

The sound of boots, the sound of heels is crisp.

Lemon scent, with swaying ornaments.

Aang had long since retreated into the distance, and the bald first mate walked over to the round table and laid down a clean new chair.

"Well done."

Leslie sat down with a smile, folded her legs, and placed her hands rubbing the gemstone ring in front of her ribs—a dignified and oppressive seat.

Adam nodded slightly, and greeted the first mate rather arrogantly, but the other party ignored him.

"Captain, who is so lucky to invite you to dinner?"