August 19, 1375, late at night in the Metland Glory calendar.

Old Pier No. 2 in the port of Tulum.

The wind swept the torrential rain and set up huge waves on the sea. The waves crashed against the breakwater with a dull loud noise. The sound of wind, rain, waves, and thunder covered up all the movements of the tiny human beings in Tulum Harbor.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the snow-bright electric light instantly illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The grimace shopkeeper was like an owl that haunted at night, shuttling through the rain at an astonishing speed, and his spacious robe fluttered like wings in the wind, but without making a sound.

The air around him swirled strangely, countless raindrops fell overwhelmingly, several feet away from his body, and the raindrops were controlled by a feminine force, and the body spun at high speed involuntarily, cutting arcs in the air, brushing the body of the grimace shopkeeper, and then returning to its original trajectory.

The grimace shopkeeper was like a ghostly shadow, he walked through the rain curtain, but he didn't 'alarm' the rain curtain in the slightest.

Old Wharf No. 2, which is the base of bulk cargo trading in the port of Tulum.

Rare goods from overseas distant continents, such as tea, silk, sugar, porcelain, timber, rare specialties, etc., often cost tens of millions of pounds.

Bargging, signing contracts, paying for goods, delivering goods, occasionally transferring and transferring goods within the chamber of commerce, or even making huge mortgages with large quantities of goods, etc., sometimes the goods need to be hoarded in the warehouse for months.

Near the No. 2 old pier, huge warehouses are like monsters, swarthy and prostrate on the ground.

Some of these warehouses have a history of hundreds of years, belonging to the major chambers of commerce and families in the port of Tulun, and some warehouses are officially owned by the city hall of the port of Tulun.

Goods come in and out of the place, not too often.

It's a little bit remote and huge.

Because they are all bulk goods, the number of goods is huge, and there is no fear of street thieves at all. Give them one night, how much cargo can they transport?

And the warehouses here are all behemoths like the Vetols, Wells, and Turings standing behind them, which gang of thieves dares to come here to ask for wildfire?

After a long time, the care of the warehouse area of the old pier No. 2 has inevitably become full of holes, and it has become the norm for people to float here. In this vast warehouse area, it is inevitable that some unsightly things will happen.

Lightning and thunder roared, and lightning streaked through the night, illuminating the warehouse area in a miserable white.

In the huge warehouse area, several watchtowers dedicated to night watchmen were brightly lit, but there was no shadow of people. In the corner of the warehouse area, in the small building for the night watchman to rest, there was a lot of people, and the smell of wine and meat was wafting.

More than 200 night watchmen in charge of guarding the warehouse, they are taking advantage of the storm to have fun in the small building.

Drinking and gambling are the most popular leisure activities for these low-level people who hang out on the docks.

There were also women's screams and screams coming from the small building, and through the glass windows, you could see the figures of people in several rooms, dozens of men and women entangled together, black smoke and miasma, and a mess.

The grimace shopkeeper stood on the vaulted roof of a large warehouse, with the sleek white mask on his face, his hands in his sleeves, and his gloomy gaze swept through the tall and low warehouses one by one.

"Warehouse No. 9 in West 3rd District." With the help of flashing lightning, the ghost-faced shopkeeper soon found his goal.

His body shook, flew directly from the vault of the warehouse, crossed an arc, and landed on the roof of a warehouse more than two hundred feet away, and then his body shook again, and floated out more than two hundred feet.

Ka No. 9 warehouse in the West 3rd District, which is a large reserve warehouse under the name of the Kaban family.

What outsiders know is that this vaulted warehouse, which is more than 500 feet long and wide, and 60 feet high, has three floors above ground and one floor underground. The third floor of the ground floor is a perennial storage of pottery, wood, and rum, while the basement level is occasionally used to hold slaves hunted by the Kaban family from the Black Continent.

The warehouse has a thick exterior wall made of steel mixed with pozzolana cement, and is three feet thick at the thinnest point.

The huge warehouse has only dozens of ventilation holes with the thickness of bowls on the outer wall. In such a small ventilation hole, there are thumb-thick steel bars, I really don't know what this is preventing.

Except for the ventilation holes, the Ka 9 warehouse has a sliding door for people to enter and exit only in the south direction facing the sea. Outside the ten-foot-high, twenty-foot-wide metal sliding door, stands a small, also reinforced concrete structure.

Four tall, thin men with white skin and curly hair sat quietly in the small room wearing short black cloaks. They sit around a small square table with sausages, smoked sheep's heads, fried pork knuckles, and specialties such as salted shark liver in Tulum Harbour.

In addition to these foods, there are also more than a dozen glass wine bottles on the table, and the bottles contain a pungent taste of high-altitude soju.

The four men ate and drank silently, and from time to time they raised their heads and glanced through the glass windows of the hut at the closed door of the warehouse.

A thunderbolt rolled through the air, and a man suddenly chuckled: "Good weather, this kind of weather, my lord likes it the most." ”

"The master's sacrifice will definitely succeed." Another man clicked his mouth with regret: "It's a pity, among those little girls, a few of them are extraordinarily smart, why don't you let the brothers cool off first." ”

"Shut up...... a slightly older man sneered: "If you want to die, don't take me with you to be unlucky." They are the mothers of the master's rebirth, and the master's new body will be conceived from their bodies...... Let you guys cool off first? ”

The man lowered his voice: "Are you saying that you want to be the father of the master in name?" ”

The four men smiled weirdly at the same time, they looked at each other, and then 'hehehe', and quickly laughed alive.

This taboo, dangerous, provocative topic of the majesty of the big men is, obviously, within them, also a popular leisure activity.

"Drink!" A man grabbed the bottle and shook it vigorously: "It's a pity, Heniway's little girl, running too fast." If you can catch her smoothly, hehe, the brothers can have a good time. ”

The other man sighed softly: "Who would have thought? I ran into those idiots. Although they are all highlanders, it must be said that those guys who can only slash and slash are really complete fools. ”

"If it weren't for the conflict with the murderous believers, Haniewi wouldn't have escaped." The older man poured a few sips of soju, his eyes were red, and he said with great regret: "Tsk, think about it, such a delicate and tender noble lady, tsk...... Compared to the women of Lily's House...... Tsk......"

The four men were silent, and they all raised their bottles and poured the liquor one after the other.

As the wine continued to enter the belly, there was a hazy gray mist surging behind the four men, and the sound was extremely slight, full of the world's imagination, extremely filthy, extremely evil, extremely filthy, extremely obscene muttering constantly emerging from the gray mist.

These words are full of evil forces that blaspheme all ethics and distort all morality.

The skin of the four men was slightly distorted, their skin was like a softened rubber, constantly highlighting the strange runes that were like soft bugs like slugs, wrapped around their soft, slippery, sticky bodies.

A cool breeze swept in through the crack in the door of the hut.

The four men shivered at the same time, and then their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Their eyes were so frightened that they couldn't move, and they wanted to scream, but their facial muscles and tongues were stone-like, and they couldn't make the slightest movement despite their struggle.

The wooden door of the hut was half a foot thick, and behind the door were two arm-thick deadbolts, which were fastened when the four men were drinking.

The cool breeze kept rushing in through the crack in the door, and the two heavy deadbolts slowly slid open to the side as if they were being grasped by an invisible hand, and then fell to the ground with two 'knocks'.

The grimace shopkeeper walked into the room with a light step, and silently took out four half-foot-long cow hair needles from his sleeve and stabbed them on the back of the necks of the four men.

The bodies of the four men became more and more stiff, and their faces were covered with a layer of green qi visible to the naked eye.

The grimace shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, and then shook his head again: "Walking the rivers and lakes, be careful, you can't overturn the boat in the gutter." ”

He took out a small hook knife with a short finger length, and slowly and meticulously, cut the tendons of the wrists and heels of the four men, making them completely incapacitated.

The knife technique of the ghost face shopkeeper was extremely delicate, and he cut the tendons of the four men, and there was no blood oozing out of the wounds.

Looking at the four men with desperate expressions on their faces, the grimace shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, put away the small hook knife, broke their jaws again, and glanced into their mouths through the light.

"Very good, no dentures, I like well-behaved children like you." The shopkeeper giggled a few times, then took out a small vial and flicked a little black powder into their open mouths.

"Now I am relieved...... You sit here obediently, don't move, don't move. If it weren't for my antidote, you'd have died in three hours. The grimace shopkeeper smiled softly: "So be a good baby, sit here, and wait for me to come back, okay?" ”

The grimace shopkeeper quietly walked out of the room, and he even closed the door very thoughtfully.

The two deadbolts that had fallen to the ground jumped to their feet, snapped back to their original positions, and locked the door properly.

The four men listened to the sound of the grimace shopkeeper closing the door, and heard the movement of the door bolt, and cold sweat continued to break out.

The Grimace shopkeeper walked out of the hut and came to the sliding door of the Ka Nine warehouse.

A thunderbolt swept by, and the grimace shopkeeper took advantage of the thunder to open the door, opened a gap half a foot wide, and then quietly flashed into the warehouse.

"Yaolu Street is the territory of my grimace shopkeeper...... You have taken my neighbor captive...... It's so undeserved. ”

"If you do something wrong, you have to admit punishment...... It doesn't matter who's behind you...... You have to know the rules, right? ”

"Rules...... In this world, you can't have no rules! ”