On the 19th day of August 1379 in the glorious calendar, in the afternoon, it was approaching dusk.

Two old horses, pulling an open-top elongated salted fish cart.

That's right, it's really a flatbed truck used to pull salted fish at the Fishport Wharf of Tulun Harbor, with four wheels crooked, and the board is full of large sea salt particles, many fish tails, fish brains, and fish scales are scattered on the board, and the pungent smell of salted fish can float out hundreds of feet without wind.

Tooth rode on the back of an old horse, pulled the bridle, and controlled the two horses to gallop forward in small steps.

Joe changed into a new suit, carrying the silver-handled war knife he had snatched from the highlander, legs apart, and stood majestically at the front of the flatbed.

He looked left and right triumphantly, if it weren't for his overly bloated body, Qiao Po at this moment had a heroic spirit of 'lupine scarf and heroic hair'.

Hundreds of guards of the Vetal family lined up in a neat line, clustering the salted fish carts.

Behind the salted fish cart, more than a thousand soldiers in iron-gray uniforms marched in line. In the middle of the ranks, there were more than a dozen artillery carriages, a total of six 100-millimeter field guns and 12 60-millimeter field guns.

Sinbad was lying on all fours on the salted fish cart, his clothes were ragged, his hair was messy, his left arm had been cut off by his elbow during the previous capture, his wound was now tightly wrapped in bandages, but blood was still slowly oozing out of the bandages.

An unsolicited, black, strange-smelling strip of cloth was stuffed in Sinbad's mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

His right hand and both legs were firmly fixed to the salted fish cart by steel shackles, and the joints of his limbs were violently removed by his teeth, and his body was paralyzed like mud, trembling slightly as the carriage moved forward.

The neat procession swaggered along the street, and everywhere they passed, the pedestrians on the side of the road looked sideways.

Soon, the procession crossed the large square in front of the town hall, turned north after three street junctions, and after two more intersections, a four-story building with a mottled façade appeared on the side of the road, which looked a little old.

It is also white walls, red tiles, and arched windows on the outer wall are made of multicolored glass, creating scenes of local myths and legends in Tulun Port.

The main entrance of the building faces south, and the gate made of old black planks is marked with large black round rivets. These iron rivets are rubbed to a smooth finish, and together with the vicissitudes of the old ship's plank, this gate is full of an inexplicable historical charm.

On the wall to the right of the gate, under a large gas lamp, a thumb-thick steel chain hangs a golden anchor more than two feet high.

This anchor is extremely famous throughout the port of Tulum and is known to everyone.

Weighing nearly a thousand pounds, the anchor was truly cast from pure gold, not a gold-plated fake.

This anchor is very valuable, and if it can be stolen, it is enough to make people rich overnight and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

It's just that this anchor has been hanging here for more than two hundred years, and there have been people who have moved its idea, but all those people have disappeared, disappeared without a trace, as if there had never been such a person in the world.

Anchors made of pure gold are always hung here, unbridled proclamations of power, wealth, and brutal, primitive order and power.

This is the 'Golden Anchor Club', the oldest and most famous pinned nest in Tulum Harbour.

In this four-storey building covering an area of more than 20,000 square feet, there are all kinds of wine, sex, wealth, and gas, and it is claimed that if you can walk through the gate made of ancient ship's planks, you will be able to satisfy all the noble and despicable desires in your heart.

It's just that it's different from the pink mermaid who opens its doors and welcomes customers from all over the world.

The Golden Anchor Club, the preserve of the indigenous forces of Port Tulum, is open only to the Cassicans of pure blood.

"Surround here!" Joe waved his hand fiercely at the Golden Anchor Club, and when he issued the order, the two eyes were glowing like cats in the night, and the flickering cold light was inexplicably terrifying.

Smashing down the Golden Anchor Club, it's been Joe and his brother Gorkin's dream for years!

The body trembled slightly, this was excitement and excitement, not nervousness or fear. Joe wondered if he would have to find an excuse to get some ignition oil and set the damn building on fire.

With the benevolent Mutesste on top, Joe knows the place of the Golden Anchor Club in the hearts of the natives of Port Tulum.

This is a monument, this is a totem, in the history of Tulun Port, countless famous people have come and gone here, and countless thrilling events have happened here.

The United Chamber of Commerce of the Port of Tulum was founded here.

The first overseas free trade certificate of the Port of Tulum, which was issued here.

The Free Navigation Conventions of the Port of Tulum and the United Kingdom of Nice were also drawn up here, article by article.

The Golden Anchor Club has witnessed almost from beginning to end how the port of Tulum has transformed from a spontaneous smuggling hub to one of the richest and most attractive trading hubs along the shores of the Stormy Ocean.

Forty years ago, also at the Golden Anchor Club, the indigenous forces of Port Tulum, led by the Wells family, issued the Declaration of Freedom of Port Tulun, declaring that Port Tulun would form its own militia to resist the annexation of the Delen Empire.

Of course, the ending is a bit bleak.

With a wave of his hand, the grandfather of the Duke of Ross, the old Marquis of Huntingburg, a million Imperial Army roared, hundreds of thousands of Tulun Port militia were wiped out in just two days, and the Welsh family and other indigenous forces surrendered on their knees.

It is said that if it weren't for the Wells family and several other major families who privately offered a huge amount of sincerity to the old Marquis of Huntingburg, the Golden Anchor Club would have been burned down as a 'nest of chaos' forty years ago.

Joe silently recalled the vicissitudes of the Golden Anchor Club over the past two hundred years.

The soldiers in iron-gray uniforms quickly dispersed and surrounded the Golden Anchor Club from all sides.

The soldiers' big scalp boots trampled on the street, and there was a chaotic exclamation from the Golden Anchor Club, and the windows on the second, third, and fourth floors were opened, and someone peeked out, then retracted sharply and closed the windows heavily.

"In the name of the laws of the Empire, I order you to open the door and cooperate with the next investigation."

Joe swung his heavy sword and roared loudly with great vigor and majesty.

The sea of power and the lungs had a strange resonance, making Joe's voice extremely loud, like a field cannon fired with a 'boom'.

He stood on the salted fish cart and roared loudly, and the first floor of the Golden Anchor Club was facing the street, and the two glass windows closest to Joe 'clicked', and several colorful pieces of glass were cracked by him.

'Boom'!

The sound of a heavy latch sliding sounded, and the heavy old plank door of the Golden Anchor Club slowly opened.

An old man with an extraordinary bearing and aristocratic demeanor walked out of the door.

The half-length white hair was neatly combed and groomed, and it was draped back into a large back, the tuxedo on his body was neat and neat, he wore white silk gloves on his hands, and in his left hand he carried a thin cane with a pure gold sheep's head and an ivory cane.

Claude Jung Haydon, the chairman of the Golden Anchor Club, is an old man in his nineties and in good spirits.

Looking at the dense guards and soldiers of the Vetu family on the street in front of him, Claude coughed heavily: "Joe, what happened?" What do you want to do? Do you, do it? Got it thought about? Is this the Rittal family, the will of Hesse? ”

The thin cane in his left hand slammed heavily on the ground, and with a 'snort', the cane made of ivory sank deeper into the granite-paved floor tiles more than a foot deep, Claude drooped his eyelids and whispered, "You...... You guys...... Are you sure you can bear all the consequences? ”

Without any scenes, the weather-hardened Claude got straight to the point and directly slammed Joe.

Joe looked at the ivory cane in Claude's hand, and the fat on his face twitched violently.

The relatively fragile ivory, like a dinner knife cutting butter, pierced into the hard granite so easily. Even if Joe had more than 100,000 pounds of brute strength now, he thought to himself that it would never be possible to do this.

This involves a higher level of power and spiritual sea, and involves the use of power in a higher realm.

Joe still has a long way to go from such a transcendent realm.

Tooth jumped off the old horse, and Si Gengs silently walked behind Tooth, and a dozen masters of the Weitu family, together with several officers with soft epaulettes of lieutenant colonels and majors, took a few steps forward.

The tallest-ranking lieutenant colonel present, more than six feet five inches tall, and burly in the room, coughed heavily, and spat thick phlegm on the ground with a 'poof'.

'Smack~Smack'!

A pavement brick under the lieutenant colonel's feet was shattered by his thick phlegm, and it sank into a deep pit the size of a fist.

The fat on Joe's face trembled again, and then he smiled and shook his head at Old Man Claude: "Merciful Muteste is above, and the Vetu family has no intention of stirring up disputes......"

Old man Claude quickly interrupted Joe's words, and a cold light flickered behind his drooping eyelids, and said coldly: "Then, get out with your dog's legs!" At a young age, who gave you the courage to show off your might here? ”

The Imperial officers and soldiers present exhaled at the same time.

Those guards of the Vetu family were undoubtedly Joe's loyal dogs.

But they were serious Imperial Army, and Claude's words immediately offended all the Imperial soldiers present.

Joe burst out laughing, "No, no, no, honorable Lord Claude, I'm just acting on orders. ”

Joe straightened his face and kicked Sinbad on the salted fish cart hard.

"On the orders of His Excellency Ross von Garsica Huntingburg, Duke of Cassica and Governor of the Southern Region of the Empire, to thoroughly investigate the Mid-Autumn Bloodbath." Qiao shouted: "Today, there is a confession from the suspect Sinbad, and in the Golden Retriever Club, someone colluded with foreign troops and committed treason. ”

Qiao stared at the old man Claude viciously, and roared: "In the name of the laws of the empire, get out of the way, we will seal down the Golden Anchor Club and arrest the suspects related to the Zhongqiu bloody case and the felony of treason!" ”

"Anyone who obstructs it will be punished with the same crime!" Joe's voice grew higher and higher, with a hint of hysterical excitement.

Old man Claude looked at Joe tremblingly, he gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty: "Who is it?" Tell his name and I'll let him out! ”

Joe glanced gloomily at Claude, drawing a circle with his sword towards the building in front of him.

"Inside, everyone!"