.

Saren's wine bottle is the one he poured when he just drank, the whole volume is a little smaller than the head of a normal adult man, with a thin neck and a boxy belly, and the dark glass material is very hard, even if the chair leg is broken, it will not have a trace of scarring itself. If a normal person is given a solid bite by this thing, I'm afraid that his brains will be knocked out on the spot.

And now Salen took it and slammed it down on Gaudty's head, without any sign of leaving his hand. At that moment, the vague and morbid murderous aura he seriously revealed, not to mention a young man in his twenties, was not even like a human at all, more similar to a ...... who had been wandering in the wasteland for an unknown amount of time Dog. A hungry and crazy dog that has lost all reason.

“……”

Gottí's brow furrowed. He continued to grasp Salen's hair with one hand, carrying his head, while with the other five fingers spread his fingers, he caught the bottle that Saren smashed at him, causing it to be clutched tightly in the air, unable to shake it even a little harder, no matter how hard he tried. Then, with a "bang", Gotti controlled his fingers and burst the hard body of the bottle, scattering wine and glass shards everywhere.

Salen froze for a moment, leaving only the slender neck of the grip in his hand.

Gotti looked at the little guy with a blank face, let go of his hair, and slapped him in the face with a backhand, but the force used was not too great, not comparable to the one with a mustache, but it was enough to knock Salen down on the couch.

The little guy had no power to fight at all—he was like a toy in front of Gaudí, just like he was a child who was nothing but a vicious and cruel heart—he didn't like it, he didn't like it very much, he hated it to the extreme, maybe even more than Gaudy had imagined.

He jerked off the couch, two hateful eyes releasing a distorted light, and the big centipede pounced on Gotti like a big centipede. Gotttie's face was indifferent, hard as a fast slate. He quickly lifted his foot, and the not-so-long leg kicked Salen in the stomach with incredible force, kicking him straight back.

Saren fell into the couch again, and Gotti didn't move, one leg standing more steady than a stake. However, in the face of the fragile but stubborn Saren, he also felt a little impatient, and after settling down, he grabbed the edge of the low table between the two with one hand, lifted it like a plate, and then slammed it into Salen's arms with the edge of the table on one side, and pressed his body against the sofa with his chest, unable to move.

But even if he didn't let the other party get any bargain in his hands, Gottie's brows furrowed a little. No, there's something wrong. If Saren was acting with him and deliberately tricking him after they first met before, in fact, the nature of this little guy has not changed at all, and he is still the unscrupulous little madman with no bottom line back then, and even look at it in the past few years, it has become a lot worse, more insidious and shameless - this can also explain a lot of things today - but if that's the case, it's really just like that, then the Salen in front of him now should be the real Saren who has removed his mask. But how does it still feel wrong?

"Sir."

“……？！”

His low-pitched thinking gaze lifted suddenly, and the dark and deep darkness condensed, and Gaudtie slowly glanced around the ghostly creatures who had quietly appeared outside the rest area on the stage, surrounding him and Sallen in the center. He looked at the men, at their silent expressions, at the scabbard on the left side of his waist, and took a slow breath with his teeth on the cigar in his mouth. He smelled a strong smell of danger.

These black-clad swordsmen were no ordinary minor characters, and they should have been hidden in the room from the beginning, in dark corners where the lights couldn't be found. And before they made a move, Gotti didn't feel their breath at all, which was incredible. But this is normal, after all, this place has been an important place for a long time with the high-level of the Golden Sailing Ship, and it is reasonable that there are some master guards of the Golden Sailing Ship. It's just that these guys look like they're ......

"What does this mean," Gotti didn't act rashly, nor did he let go of the table, and continued to squeeze Salen, suppressing his body to prevent him from moving, and he tilted his head to look at the black-clothed knifemen, "Do you want to hack me to death here?" ”

If it does, then it's bad. One is that Gotti knows that he will never be able to escape the joint efforts of these high-ranking family guards in such a small environment, and the other is that if he dies here today, he will definitely become a laughing stock for the next few decades in the dark paradise.

But he also felt that it shouldn't be so ...... Smoothly. Although Saren is an official member of the Golden Galleon's family, he is not representative at all. The average person in the Golden Sailing Family is a calculating, indefatigable iron rooster, who never lets emotions affect his shrewd mind, and does not let money have a chance to slip away, and is a group of outright "never lie, but only tell half the truth" type of "pickpocketing profiteers".

Among them, Saren is one of the few destructive beings, and there is no dispute about the "outliers" - some outsiders, even some people in their own family, speculate that he may have been the wrong person back then.

Who knows, I can't say for sure.

“…… Please let go of Master Salen, sir. ”

The black-clothed swordsman did not answer Gaudí's words, but one of them who was directly opposite Gotti spoke calmly in a hoarse voice and made a concise request. They don't seem to be the type to talk a lot.

Unlike the other black-clad swordsmen, this man is distinguished by a shiny silver hair that seems to fluoresce even in the dark. Gaudit looked at the man, paused for a moment, and then let go of his hand. Without his strength, the low table fell back to the ground with a "clang", and Saren regained his freedom behind him.

Without hesitation, he jumped up from the couch, holding the thin neck left of the bottle in his hand, and stabbed Gaudí in the neck with the sharp corner of the broken glass.

Gotttie's brow furrowed slightly, but he stood still and did not react to Salen's attack, just watching the reflection of the grumpy little ghost's fierce and strange face grow larger and larger in his eyes. Then, sure enough, before the sharp sharpness touched the skin of his loose and folded neck, Saren was forced to stop.

The silver-haired knifeman who had been talking to Gotti had appeared behind Salen at some point, and an arm around Saryn's neck locked him up and made him unable to move. With his other hand, he grabbed Salen's arm and snatched the funny murder weapon from his hand.

"Please calm down, young master." The silver-haired knifeman said in a calm and hoarse voice, in a negotiable, but subtle, non-deniable tone, "Mr. Gaudí is a distinguished guest. ”

"Fuck off! I don't care about you!! ”

As if he was really crazy, Saren struggled frantically in the steely arms of the silver-haired knife hand, no different from the bear child who was grabbed by his parents to take home and beat up. This made Gaudi, who was watching from the side, squint inadvertently again.

The silver-haired knife hand reacted to Salen's almost non-trivial toss, locking the man backwards and forcing him back into the couch. Saren tried to get up again with a hideous face, but at that moment a shining cold light slanted in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Master Salen." The silver-haired blademan's gaze was cold, without a trace of emotion, "If you can't control yourself anymore, your subordinates will only be able to exercise the privileges that the adults gave us before leaving." ”

“……”

The knife of the silver-haired knife hand is not a short knife, but a genuine standard steel knife as long as an arm, with a shiny blade, about three fingers wide, and a slight curvature, which can be seen deep blood grooves. It was so close to Salen's neck that it was sharp enough to face Salon, and it could easily slit Salen's throat with just a little further on.

Saren sat there, his expression changing strangely, his face twitching, as if he was angry, crying, laughing. But in the end, he reined in, he restrained all his outward emotions, folded his hands on his knees, adjusted his sitting posture, bowed his head quietly, and in just a few breaths he changed from a fierce wild dog to a well-behaved doll.

Gotti watched it all in silence. Although he didn't say anything, there was a different kind of strange light flickering wildly in the depths of his eyes.

As a family-nurtured fangclaw, he dared to openly commit a crime against his master, which was the most serious crime in the dark world, and would be dealt with and killed by the entire family with the power of thunder, because if it caused a chain reaction and let other individuals who were raised do the same, the family would have big problems and encounter big trouble.

And now the silver-haired knife hand is actually in front of him, threatening a master of his own? And the most outrageous thing is that his coercion really succeeded? Saren actually listened to him and obediently retracted his tail?

What the hell is going on!?

"Mr. Gottie." After Saren sat down, the silver-haired knife hand suddenly turned his head, looked at Gottie, and said politely, "We will not interfere in the work of the business, but please don't get excited—don't do the same thing again." ”

"He was the first to do it."

"Young Master Saren won't make any more mistakes." The silver-haired knifeman glanced at Saren indifferently, "I can assure you. ”

“……”

Salen kept his head down, no squeak. Gotti watched him until the silver-haired knife hand had retreated into the distance, then sat down again. In the strange silence, Gotti pinched the cigar in his fingers, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the burning cigarette butt. He suddenly laughed.

"It seems that without my knowledge...... A lot of interesting things happened. ”

“……”