In a tavern in the shipwreck port, Zhao Qian was sitting at a wine table with two glasses of gold medal rum on which I didn't know who invited him.

This tavern is arguably one of the most common shops in shipwreck harbors, as well as ship repair shops and weapons shops. Alcohol is a second life for some pirates.

"Aren't you drinking?"

Seeing the female companion sitting next to him take a sip of rum from the glass, Zhao Qian shook his head and did not speak.

He's already full, and if he drinks it again, he will probably be able to spit it out.

You can never imagine the enthusiasm of ordinary people for heroes, especially when the hero in the mouth of the crowd greets you in front of a group of people.

This undoubtedly greatly satisfies their vanity in some ways.

As for the beautiful and tasteful Merlin next to Zhao Qian, in every aspect, he is more like a female companion that only a strong man should have. Many pirates sneaked a few glances and enjoyed it. Humans are sometimes just what they should be.

In the noisy tavern, the atmosphere fell silent with the appearance of an angry man.

Cui Hu.

Seeing the back of someone sitting on the edge of a certain wine table, he walked straight over, and waved his head out at this time.

"Whew!"

The wind sounded behind him, Zhao Qian subconsciously turned his head, and a fist the size of a sandbag grazed his head.

Standing up, Zhao Qian looked at the group of people in front of him, his eyes were full of more confusion and confusion.

"This gentleman ......"

"I'm losing my mother! Catch him for me! ”

Cui Hu roared angrily and smashed out with another punch.

Zhao Qian watched calmly, and after dodging the fist of the strong man in front of him, a punch came. Mid-abdomen.

The men behind the man familiarly picked up the tables and chairs in the tavern and gathered around.

The scuffle was on the verge of breaking out.

"Bang!"

Cui Hu stood up, his angry eyes glaring at the down-and-out nobleman in front of him who had not been in the industry for a long time, but he didn't make a move. Because of the scattered drinkers in the tavern and the flintlock pistol in the hand of the bartender at the bar.

"Singapore's -egg-egg, if you make any more trouble, I'll blow that hollow ball on your shoulder that doesn't contain anything."

"Vinnce."

Cui Hu suppressed his anger, because he knew that the tavern owner here definitely did what he said, and he had confirmed the rules of the first pirate conference in the shipwreck harbor with many lives that he did not know whether to live or die.

Pirates in the wreck harbor are forbidden to fight, and pirate shop owners who fight in the port shops have the right to shoot them. If you really need it, you can go to a place in the harbor that many pirate gamblers are keen on, the Death Arena. It can also be seen that some pirates imitated the management model of the aristocracy that they envied.

"Do you want me to say it a second time? To fight, to the death arena. ”

Another shot rang out, accompanied by more and more men with guns, both the settled inhabitants of the shipwreck harbor and the once majestic outlaws.

Sometimes, rules are upheld with blood.

The gun was pointed at Cui Hu and Zhao Qian, who had an angry face.

Calmly walked out of the tavern with the few enemies who appeared inexplicably, and Zhao Qian looked at the strong man with his right hand clenched into a fist.

"What's the matter?"

"Where's my stuff?"

"What's that?"

"My mother's emerald."

The two asked and answered, and Zhao Qian looked at the man who was close to going berserk.

"Something to do with me?"

Standing under some waterproof sailing cloth, he lit a cigarette and looked at the group. The war between the two sides may be on the verge of breaking out because of this. It's raining outside the tavern, and flintlock pistols are eyeing to stop some people from impulsive.

Suppressing his anger, the second mate of the Empress looked at the Western boy in front of him.

"You hand it over, and the two of us will write it off."

This man is not stupid, although he is a little dizzy because he has just lost his importance. Looking back now, there was something wrong with it. But he also bit the guy in front of him, which is undoubtedly the way of a smart person in the eyes of some people.

But in front of Zhao Qian, he was a little stupid, and Merlin, who was hiding from the rain under the eaves of the tavern not far behind him, pursed his lips as if he had encountered an interesting story, and laughed hehe.

"Then, see you in the death arena."

The third officer of the Black Baron said, glancing at the four men across from him with fear.

In fact, Zhao Qian didn't bother to think so much.

Now it seems that someone is calculating themselves, and the best way to break the game is not to follow the clues in the game, but to destroy the source of all the clues.

As it is now, David Jones, who is a little annoyed by his strength, is a little annoyed by the sudden trouble that comes to the door.

He has always been known for his good temper in the border city.

And originally, according to some of the news he got, it seemed that he could leave as long as he completed the main quest four, but who knew that there was a golden plot quest. Judging from the statement given by the cheongsam woman on the side, although the golden plot task does not say coercion or punishment, it is actually equivalent to a mandatory task.

Because the penalty for failing its mission is notoriously high, and it is even possible to lose a traveler several worlds of gains.

Zhao Qian also remembered that he didn't have many travel points at all, which meant that if he didn't complete the task, he would definitely die. Just like the strong man in the car when he came.

Calmly walking towards some kind of place in the harbor where there were cheers all day long, Zhao Qian also had some plans in his heart.

Kill those guys and increase your reputation, after all, your reputation is not much different from the first place.

As for the woman behind him who came over and wanted something for himself, he also had some consideration in his heart. At least he felt that this veteran was definitely not as simple as he thought.

A person who can walk between the White Lotus and Freemasonry will at least get more information than himself.

There was something shining in his eyes.

The woman behind her was gone.

Follow the loud cheers of the shipwreck harbor.

A wooden sign from the death arena is hanging at the entrance, with many traces left by the wind and sun.

Zhao Qian raised his head and looked through the rain curtain, letting the rain hit his body.

After taking a few steps forward, he followed Cui Hu to the registration desk of the death arena.

PS: I feel like I've been out of shape lately.