The island is not big, at least not a fifth of the size of Fish Scale Island, but it is very prosperous, with a large population of small towns, bustling streets, and the sound of hawking.

Stepping on the land, Wild walked on a straight and wide avenue, lined with shops, mostly for entertainment.

Wild sat down in the corner, called the waiter, and ordered a glass of "specialty" wine.

The entrance is very docile, with a fresh fragrance and a very mild taste.

"Not bad." Given a panacea, Wild put down his glass and met the waiter's eager eyes.

"That..."

"It's just good, so... I won't tip you for this wine. "There is an unwritten rule in this tavern, or any liquor house on this island, that if you feel that the wine is delicious, you need to tip the introducer, that is, the waiter.

If you deny the wine, you will not be able to drink it again.

Although it is not known who invented this fucking rule, and... The only benefit of this seems to be to waste drinks and give people a chance to cheat and drink, but Wild didn't want to know that he was here to relax, not to solve puzzles.

"Let's change a glass."

"Understood." The waiter smiled and turned to leave.

After a while, the waiter came back in turn, followed by five big men with machetes, staring at Wild.

The tavern fell silent, everyone smiled playfully, and Wild understood that this rule was for outsiders like him, and the purpose was self-evident, and that extorting money was always more than doing serious business.

"So...?" Wilde rested his feet on the table and calmly looked at the group.

He was still wearing the black cloak, and his entire face was in deep shadow, making it difficult to see his face even without a mask.

"This is our famous liquor - five machetes." The waiter had a sneer on his face, looked at Wild and said, "Please taste it again." The last sentence was depressed.

"Hahaha!"

There was a hearty laugh in the tavern, and it was clear that this was a very enduring "bad joke" here.

Wild was quiet, and it seemed abrupt in this laughter... It's also an eyesore and annoying.

The laughter faded away, and some people's faces turned cold.

Seeing this, the waiter sneered, leaned down and opposed Wild.

"You guy... Was it scared? Yes? Otherwise, how about you take the money to buy these five knives? It's not expensive, it's a million Baileys for a handful, it's really cheap, do you want to think about it? The waiter's face was furious, and as he spoke, he raised his hand to move his cloak.

"A million Baileys are really not expensive, I bought them." Flat words came from the cloak, and the waiter froze when he heard the movements in his hand, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Everyone also smiled with disdain.

Another soft persimmon who is afraid of death, this is the inner thought of everyone.

"That's the right choice." The waiter smiled triumphantly and waved his hand back, and the five big men approached and slapped the machetes in their hands on the table in front of Wild.

"So... I've changed my mind now, a handful of two million Baileys, give money. With one foot on the table, the waiter leaned down and showed a hideous expression.

"Okay." There was a response from the cloak.

Everyone sneered, and of course, there were also those with hot eyes, who felt that the money came too easily, and looked at it fixedly.

"Sen!"

Blood spurts out of the neck of a head that has lost its head! A head flies high! The waiter who stepped on the table swayed a little, and collapsed a few seconds later!

The slender fingers sticking out of the black cloak held the hilt of the knife, and blood flowed down the blade.

"That's... This head is worth two million Baileys. A deep voice came from the black cloak.

The tavern fell silent.

Everyone's pupils fluttered, and they looked at the corpse gushing with blood, and the head next to it grunted and stopped, and fell into a stupor.

"Poof!" The cold light flashed, and another head was thrown high!

"This... It's also two million Baileys. ”

As soon as the words fell, the machete was raised again! This time, the strong man facing the machete came back to his senses, looked frightened, and hurriedly turned around to flee.

"Poof!" The blood sprayed, and the body that had just stepped out of the two parts was stunned, and fell forward.

"The third, two million Baileys."

"The fourth!"

"The fifth!"

"Sixth!"

"Boom!" The head hits the ground! Sound instantaneous!

There was silence in the tavern for a while, everyone's face was full of the word stiff, cold sweat wet their backs, and with a trembling quiet, the pins could be heard.

"Twelve million Bailey, please pay for it." The voice came from the black cloak again, and everyone woke up! When I looked at the figure again, I thought I was looking at a bloodthirsty, vicious beast.

"Gollum!" The sound of swallowing saliva becomes particularly pronounced at this time.

The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man walked over tremblingly, looked at the corpses and heads on the ground, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, carefully avoided it, and came to Wild's face.

"Yes... Sorry, but your... Target... Fees. ”

"You're the boss?"

"It's... Yes, the discipline of the subordinates is not effective, please ..."

"Give the money."

"Huh?! Be... Yes, yes! ”

Twelve million Baileys were sent over, and Wild's cloak concealed the money, and when he waved it again, the piles of Bailey had disappeared.

After taking the money, in the eyes of everyone, Wild walked out of the tavern with leisurely steps.

Stopping at the door, Wild said something terrifying: "Do you have any wine like the Five Machetes in your shop, and you want to drink a few more glasses after a good amount of wine?" ”

"No... Without! I'm so sorry! The owner of the tavern replied tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

Wild Wild left.

Walking out of the liquor house, continue to walk along the avenue, experience the island style, 12 million Baileys, say no more, say less a lot, when pocket money is enough for a period of time.

"The feeling of not killing people... Not bad. Wilde felt that the owner of the wine house should be grateful for his grace not to kill, and even more so to God for giving him Wild's kind heart.

"Did you hear that? This auction came with a batch of good goods, it is said... And that kind of legendary thing! ”

"Hurry up! I went late, and all the good things were robbed by others! ”

The two people who walked past inadvertently left this sentence, and Wilde stopped in place, looking in the direction where the two had left, and his eyes were thoughtful.

"Auction..."

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