Information about the Migaal and the Wulf Docks has been transmitted to Shak's newly purchased communicator through the office's Magic Brain. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Sure enough, as he expected, the Michael is not an ordinary passenger ship, strictly speaking, it should be a cargo ship with a passenger function. And what makes Shak most concerned is that the proprietor behind this ship is actually the biggest gangster force in Morbock City, the Tony Brotherhood.

It is no secret that the Migar 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 of them are inextricably linked with these gangs.

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's name is Paul? Morgan is the first mate of the Michael, but he is 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...... There is an engraved L.S, I think it may be an abbreviation of the owner's name, right? Maybe this will be Lawrence, the captain of your ship? Mr. Sharp's Items...... 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!" ”