The price of intelligence

Information about the Migaal and the Wulf Docks has been transmitted to Shak's newly purchased communicator through the office's Magic Brain. As he expected, the Michael was not an ordinary passenger ship, strictly speaking, it should be a cargo ship with a passenger function. And what makes Shack most concerned is that the proprietor behind this ship is actually the biggest gangster force in Molbok City, the Tony Brotherhood.

It is no secret that the Michael belongs to the Tony Brotherhood, in fact, in Morbock City, the influence of the major gangs is very huge, in addition to some illegal activities, they also operate some industries on the surface, according to incomplete statistics, some large and medium-sized companies in Morbock City, more than thirty percent have an inextricable relationship with these gangsters.

The city government of Morbock City, for some reason, has always taken a blind eye to the existence of these evil forces, and such an attitude has undoubtedly fueled their arrogance.

In fact, there are also public passenger ships on the Wulf docks, which are directly controlled by the government and are used exclusively for passenger transport. However, the missing Mr. Norman deliberately chose to take a cargo ship with an underworld background, which is a bit unusual in itself, not to mention that there is no relationship between his Frete company and the Tony Brotherhood.

Shaq pretended to wander around the docks casually, the communicator had already connected to his multifunctional sunglasses, and the crew of the Migaal and their identities were rolling in his field of vision.

Suddenly, the corners of Shak's eyebrows twitched, as he saw a person, a middle-aged man who had just slipped past the photo message.

It was a strong man over seven feet tall, and he looked a little taller than Shak, but in terms of physique, Shak was much worse. The man wore only an elastic vest on his upper body, and the exposed muscles were carved out of granite, and although there were no protruding fangs, the dark brown rough skin and thick body/hair also revealed that he had some orc blood.

This man, Paul Morgan, was the first mate of the Michael, but he was also a member of the Tony Brotherhood.

The corners of Shak's mouth curled in an arc, and he pretended to walk casually in Paul's direction, but his gaze did not stay on the other man. During this time period, there were many pedestrians and workers on the dock, and no one noticed Shak's actions, including the first mate who was pointing fingers at several workers with a cigar in his mouth.

Soon, at Paul's loud shout, the workers who seemed to have made a mistake walked towards the barn not far away, while Paul himself turned back to the ship with a curse. At this time, Shak, who was pretending to be a pedestrian, happened to pass him in a hurry.

"Smack." At the moment when the two crossed each other, a black wallet suddenly fell to the ground. Shack's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked down in confusion, but naturally bent down to pick up the wallet, and then called out to Paul, who didn't notice anything unusual: "Hey, Mr. Morgan, I think this is your wallet, right?" ”

Paul was suddenly stopped and looked a little surprised, and when he looked back at a face he had never seen before, but the next moment his eyes were drawn to the wallet in the stranger's hand.

The brand-new Pargard wallet, with Paul's eyesight, saw at a glance that it was not a fake. The value of this wallet alone is worth more than half a month's income, not to mention that the wallet looks bulging, and if it is not filled with waste paper like a mischief, then the amount of money in it may be very satisfying.

"Huh?" Shaq handed Paul his wallet to him, and the smile on his face was meaningful.

Paul looked at him deeply, smiled, took the wallet, unceremoniously opened the zipper, and saw that there was a stack of large bills of twenty calories, and at a cursory glance, there were no less than ten.

"Say, boy, how can I thank you?" Paul's eyes flashed, but he was quickly suppressed, and instead of putting his wallet in his pocket immediately, he looked at Shaq in front of him with interest.

"Maybe you can treat me to a drink......" Shak shrugged his shoulders, not avoiding Paul's gaze in the slightest, and smiled indifferently, "I heard that your Michael has a rare Kavanagh red wine in Morbock, I wonder if I can have a drink in the ship's bar?" ”

"Hey......" Paul's gaze suddenly sharpened, but seeing that Shack didn't want to make a big deal out of it, he still suppressed the hostility in his eyes well.

Paul sneered, threw the wallet back into Shak's hand, and said in a cold tone: "First of all, I am just a first mate, and the Michael does not belong to me. Also, although I don't know why you want to get on the ship, I advise you to dispel this idea, the property of the Tony Brotherhood is not welcome to strangers! ”

Damn, it's still a shady black ship, and nine times out of ten it's involved in the smuggling business of the Tony Brotherhood!

Shak still had a smile on his face, but he had quickly come to a conclusion in his mind. With his social experience, many things do not need to be deliberately broken, and this is what the so-called "one leaf knows autumn" means.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, you see how careless I was, I didn't even notice that this wallet still has the owner's name engraved on it......" Shak made a slightly pompous expression, looking at the shell of the wallet pretendedly, "I'll see...... Engraved here, I think this may be the abbreviation of the owner's name, right? Perhaps this will be the item of the captain of your ship, Mr. Lawrence Sharp...... I just don't know where I can find the esteemed Mr. Sharp? ”

Although I don't want to offend the gangsters in Morbock City, if you want to find clues about the disappearance of Mr. Norman, it is obvious that this Michael is a very necessary place to explore. Especially at this time, Shak was even more curious about how this Norman gentleman got involved in this smuggling ship.

Of course, Shak would not act aggressively until the necessary moment, so he could only try to change the direction of the bribe. A philosopher once said that a problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

It's just that Shak ignores another meaning of this famous saying: anything that can become a problem is not something that money can solve. For example, a strong orc man with a muscular head and no flexibility at all.

"Get out!" Paul answered Shak's question with his fist very simply, as the "backbone" thug of the Tony Brotherhood, a bad guy like the one in front of him has always been one of his favorite objects to teach.

Shak didn't expect that he would try his best to express "kindness" implicitly, but the other party did it directly without warning, and hurriedly raised his left hand holding the wallet and touched the other party hard.

There was a muffled "bang", and Paul's punch was full of strength, and Shak, who was in a hurry, was shocked back two steps.

"Man, that's not very friendly......" Shak frowned at the slightly distorted wallet in his hand and took it back into his arms. On the other side, Paul had already clenched his fists and met him again.

Although it has been diluted by the bloodline of many great racial fusions and the baptism of modern civilization, the innate belligerence of the orcs seems to be engraved into the bone marrow and indelible. If Shak had been knocked down by a punch just now, maybe Paul would have just spat out a mouthful of phlegm and walked away. However, Shak caught the punch, and seemed to be at ease, which immediately aroused Paul's competitive spirit, and it was a long time since he found a suitable opponent to fight, and the burly half-orc man had long been holding back the evil fire in his belly, and his eyes lit up at this moment, and even the muscular pimple flesh was slightly twisted because of the excitement.

"Whew! Call! Call! "The bow was opened left and right, and three punches in a row were powerful and heavy. Paul is quick and punches faster, which is at least at the level of a professional fighter, and Shaq estimates that the opponent's punch power is at least 500 pounds or more, and it is obviously not his limit.

Of course, this is only an estimate, because Shak has been dodging except for the first time when he was caught off guard and had a hard encounter with the opponent. Paul's three punches were three steps closer, but Shak retreated seven or eight steps away at the same time.

"Listen, man, I'm not here to get in trouble!" Shak smiled wryly and waved his hand. In a place like the wharf, there are many people, and my original intention is to sneak into the village, and I don't want to shoot guns. But now, if you start to do it, then the purpose of this trip is basically in vain.

"Trouble? Hehe, you're already in trouble! Annoyed Paul by scurrying around like a mouse, Shak grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, and suddenly shouted, "This boy is a spy!" Brothers, fence me up!! ”

Shak's eyelids jumped fiercely, and before he could decide whether to turn around and run, there was a "hula", and dozens of men dressed as dock workers or sailors rushed out of nowhere.

The passers-by who were playing soy sauce were squeezed to the periphery, while Shaq and Paul were firmly enclosed in the center.

"Catch the spies? I don't think that kid looks like that......" Many of the people in the crowd surrounding the two were whispering to their companions, occasionally pointing in Shak's direction.

"Nonsense, of course it can't be true, if it's really a spy, Paul will let us 'take' instead of 'surround'." An old crew member with brown skin and a beard glanced at the raw melon and egg who had just asked the question with disdain, and jokingly said, "Boss Paul just wants to beat people, let's just surround and don't let that kid run away, and then just wait to watch the show......"

"Does it have to be like this?" Shak glanced left and right helplessly, and his voice sank.

"Hehe, don't you really want to know where our captain is? I'll give you a chance! Paul clenched his rattling fist, raised his thumb and pointed his nose, and sneered, "Beat me, and I'll tell you!" ”

"Roar—" The onlookers laughed together, the Michael's first mate, Paul, was the most capable fighter in the docklands, and the most troublemaker. This violent man seems to have itchy bones if he doesn't fight for three days, so the people in the vicinity stay away from him, and occasionally bumped into him, they will lower their posture and admit to begging for mercy, and they don't give him a chance to play at all.

But today, this unlucky boy who came out of nowhere was actually caught by Paul. Although it was not necessarily a spy sent by a hostile force, it certainly gave Paul a reason to intervene. But fortunately, none of the guys in this area are the masters of peace, as long as they don't play by themselves, they are still very keen to watch the fight and brawl.

Even the guy who had already had an organic spirit shouted loudly and opened the handicap: "Bet, bet, Paul boss VS unknown brother......"

"Hey, hey, I'll buy Paul Boss and win, five bucks!" Obviously, this kind of gambling project is already the mass entertainment here, and before the person who opened the market finished speaking, someone had already waved the banknote and responded loudly.

"Damn! Of course, Paul the Boss wins! Boss Paul is a fierce man who can kill the arrow lip shark in deep water with his bare hands! Looking at the kid's physique, I doubt he'll be able to withstand the boss's punches. "The guy who opened the plate was thin and tall, and his complexion was dull, like a hemp bamboo pole there and said,

"So we're betting that kid will last a few minutes in the hands of Boss Paul! I want to think about it...... One hit is one to two, one to one within five minutes, three to five minutes to ten minutes, five to twenty minutes to five to five, and more than 20 minutes to ten to ten......"

"I'll buy it for five minutes!!"

"I'll buy a hit to kill!"

"Ma stick, I want to buy that ...... that pays 10" The crowd shouted again, if it weren't for Shak feeling that Paul on the other side had completely locked himself, he would have wanted to try to "break through" in the chaos.

"Anyway...... What if your Paul boss loses? ”

"Cut! If Boss Paul loses, I'll pay you twenty for one! The young man who opened the handicap did not raise his head to reply while collecting money from his companions, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly realized that the person who asked the question was actually the foreign youth who was about to be "beaten".

"Hey, it's a deal!" Xia Ke grinned, took out the wallet he wanted to use to bribe Paul from his arms, took five large bills with a denomination of 20 Chinese yuan from it and threw them in the direction of the hemp pole, and at the same time took off the cool style sunglasses on his face and inserted them casually in the pocket of his chest.

Paul on the other side had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and couldn't help but stick out his scarlet tongue and lick the dry corners of his mouth. At this time, seeing Xia Ke fighting, he immediately rushed over with a low roar.

With the experience of being dodged by Shaq several times before, this time Paul didn't throw punches immediately, but used his pace to press his opponent's space to move. And Shak also stood in place very cooperatively this time, after all, this time there were people from the other side all around, and if he was too close to the edge, he would inevitably not be attacked by black hands from the "sidelines".

Confirming that Shak was no longer evading, Paul's movements were released a little, and the distance between the two was quickly shortened to less than two meters, which was already an effective attack range for Paul's arm length. So Paul finally couldn't help but smash a jab.

Even though it was only a tentative attack, Paul's punch still carried a force that could not be ignored. His punches are standard, like most professional fighters, but the speed and power of this punch are incomparable to most fighters.

Some layman onlookers didn't even see how he threw his punch, only to see his left fist suddenly blur forward, and an afterimage flew towards Shak's head. And those who know a little know understand that this is one of Paul's famous stunts, "transparent jab"!

When Paul approached, Shaq also clenched his fists and half-squatted, making a fist fighting posture similar to that of the opponent, and when facing the opponent's extremely fast jab, he did not move at all. In the exclamation of the onlookers, this fist mark landed accurately on his face, and then ......

Then he actually wore it like this, and he was still in that position, half-squinting, his face was indifferent, as if the blow just now was really completely transparent, and it didn't cause him any damage.

The crowd was in an uproar, because this was obviously too unscientific, although it was not real, but no one would doubt the power of Paul's fist, if it was blocked or dodged, it was acceptable, but it passed through unscathed, this is a divine situation? Could it be that the man on the other side is a ghost?

This is what most people think, but there are still discerning people, such as Paul himself. He knew he was missing, but it wasn't really piercing the opponent's body, but when his fist was about to hit, Shak's head dodged slightly. This dodge was fast and the arc was quite small, and the nearest cheek was only a few centimeters away from the fist he had grazed.

Just as most people can't see the trajectory of Paul's punch, many more people don't see Shak's dodge at all, so there is the illusion that the punch penetrates the body.

"Sure enough, there are two hits!" Paul licked his lips, and the light in his eyes grew a little brighter, like a gourmand who had seen a delicious meal. In the next second, his entire left arm blurred, and countless jabs blasted towards Shak like a storm.

Shak frowned, and his tense body began to move. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, he did not move fast at all, and most of the jabs thrown by Paul could fall on him, but the result was still the same as the first punch, and all the attacks passed through him without leaving a trace.

This kind of battle made most of the besiegers forget to heckle, dozens of pairs of eyes nervously stared at the two people in the field who seemed to be slow and fast in circles, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, and the area fell into an eerie silence.

As the minutes ticked by, Paul's face became more and more ugly. In the past, his fast punches often led to a split second, and he had never held on for so long with such a fast punch. A lot of sweat poured out of his pores, and the intense physical exertion made him like a fish out of the water, every cell in his body alerting his brain to a lack of oxygen.

But he didn't dare to relax the rhythm of the attack, because Shak's eyes kept staring at him. There is a hint of animalistic cruelty in his playful and indifferent eyes, just like a beast lurking in the shadows, quietly observing his prey, and when the other party has a flaw, it will immediately tear the other party's throat.

The dizziness of the brain is getting worse and worse, and such a continuous high-speed empty punch is not only a squeeze on physical strength, but also a kind of mental torture. Paul began to regret it a little, it seemed that he had indeed chosen the wrong opponent today, and the fighting spirit that had been high before was still subsiding at the moment, and an inexplicable fear actually rose in his mind when he regained his clarity.

Just when Paul was about to give up, there was an obvious flaw in Shak on the other side. When dodging a facial jab of his own, Shaq didn't dodge sideways, opting for a big back, and in doing so, he opened up a gap in his chest.

"Good chance!" Paul's originally somewhat dim eyes shone again, and his long-stored right fist burst out, which was one of his killer features at the bottom of the box - "invisible hook"!

This punch, Paul has already played at a super level, and the strength of twelve points is enough to crack the stone. And it was so fast, so fast that his entire right arm seemed to disappear into thin air. Paul believed that if this punch hit, the slick loach-like creature in front of him would have his jaw shattered, his body would fly out like a broken pocket, and the depression that had accumulated in his chest would be poured out with this punch......

However, the punch eventually stopped, more than a foot away from Shak's jaw, and his body froze in place as if he had been immobilized.

And what stopped him was a fist, a fist less than half an inch away from the tip of his nose, which belonged to Shak.

The two men who were fighting were eerily still, and the crowd of onlookers clamoured again after a moment of silence.

"Wow! What just happened, and who can tell what is going on now? ”

"Why did you stop? Who won? Who won? ”

"Isn't this a tie, it looks like both of you are about to hit each other, right?"

"Why did Boss Paul stop? A punch flew him, and looking at that kid's fist was probably not enough to tickle Boss Paul......"

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, and looking at his opponent's fist slowly withdrawn from his eyes, Paul exhaled heavily, his legs weakened, and he almost fell to his knees on the spot.

"Huhu...... You...... You win...... Whoo ...... gasping for breath, Paul's whole body was like being fished out of the water, and the short ten minutes of combat just now was even harder than when he fought with the arrow-lipped shark underwater. Both the body and the willpower have been squeezed to the limit.

As a party, he didn't think it was a draw. In fact, when his invisible hook was about to be launched, the opponent's right fist appeared in front of his eyes, and the reason why his fist was able to approach the opponent by a foot was simply because he couldn't close the momentum.

As for the power of Shak's punch...... Paul subconsciously touched his cheek. The strong wind from his fist alone could make his cheeks hurt, and if he couldn't put himself down with this punch, he was probably just deceiving himself.

Paul simply admitted defeat, and the crowd was in an uproar, especially the young man who had opened the handicap before, and his face was even paler at the moment.

Twenty to one...... Two thousand dollars!!

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