Mo Jing's laughter echoed above the lawn, and the crew members were a little confused.

It wasn't until his laughter died down that Garfidel seized the opportunity to complain:

"Captain, you're still laughing at this time!"

This fiery girl looked very distressed at this time.

In her opinion, a good knife and a batch of ship materials, even if they were given directly to them, could not be compared with the value of the slippery fruit.

That's hundreds of millions!

As a woman, she couldn't imagine how crazy those princes and nobles who wanted to be beautiful would be with this fruit!

In fact, it is true.

Generally speaking, the price of a good knife is only about 10 million Baileys, and if it is not particularly famous, or if it has a special value, it will not be hundreds of millions.

And the treasure tree "Adam" required to build a fifty-meter-long three-masted sailing ship is only about 200 million Baileys at most.

Combined, the two are far from comparable to the value of slippery fruits.

But......

"The auction house took the initiative to send it to the door to blackmail you, why don't you laugh?"

Mo Jing pressed his elbow on the armrest of the seat, supporting his face, and the smile on his face had not completely disappeared.

"But the slippery fruit is also lost!" Garfidel said in frustration.

She couldn't figure out what the captain was thinking.

Mo Jing shook his finger gently: "Who said it was lost?" ”

On the side, Eden, who had just climbed onto the stool, had his eyes lit up and looked at Mo Jing with adoration:

"Captain, did you steal it back!"

Boom!

Eden grinned and clutched his swollen head.

Mo Jing indifferently withdrew the hilt of his sword.

He didn't explain too much, got up and put on a gray and white trench coat, hung the vendetta around his waist, moved his body, and walked out with everyone.

"Captain, where are we going?" Gaffiel asked as he chased to Mo Jing's side, backwards, and beside him.

"Of course, I'm going to see which good brother is so generous and gave me such a big gift!"

Go out and go down the crowd.

With the sense of slippery fruits, Mo Jing led the group to turn around and go, becoming more and more remote, and half an hour later, they arrived at a place on the other side of the island that looked like a small fishing village.

It's hard to see any pedestrians here, and there are insects and birds chirping all around, but the sound of people is missing.

The only thing that can be seen as a connection to the black market is the crooked houses, which follow the style of the black market, with thick gaps in the walls that are barely protected from wind and rain, and many of them look more like makeshift wooden sheds for fishing purposes.

Compared to the broken wooden houses in the black market, the only advantage is that the wood is relatively new!

In this way, it seems that this small village has not existed for long.

It was hard for Mo Jing to imagine that the guy who had the ability to steal the slippery fruit from the auction house would live in such a shabby place.

This kind of place is not safe and reliable to hide things.

Fishing nets and fish skins are dried on wooden shelves around the house.

Before he could get closer, a strong fishy smell wafted out.

Mo Jing and his party walked in, and finally saw people—some people who were missing hands and feet, or who were visibly ill, covered with flies, and lying dying on the side of the road.

They are mostly motionless and can only tell if they are still alive by the occasional roll of their eyes.

Behind a muddy wooden house...... Numb eyes stared at their group of uninvited guests.

Wuzayu looked a little uncomfortable, even Ah Jin frowned unhappily, and he explained to everyone in a low voice that these people were abandoned after being squeezed out of value by this black market.

Some of them are gamblers who spent a lot of money in the past, some slaves who were captured by the salvage people after their dreams failed, and many of them who owed usury and could not afford to pay them back, so they were forced to participate in the bloody games of the underworld...... If the outside is the glossy façade of the black market, here is their disgusting nature.

The black market has never bothered to hide this – the law of the jungle, winner takes all...... Aren't these all the things that those who come here are after?

Then to pay the price for this, it must be a matter of course!

In the oppressive silence, Mo Jing led a few people to stand in front of a small cabin and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He was about to try to push the door when a heavy voice came from the side.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

In the shadows beside him, a tall and strong body slowly stood up, like a monster hiding in the shadows, as plain as a stone when it didn't move, until he bared his fangs and the fierce aura spread.

"Don't go near that room! Stay away, don't you hear! ”

Visibly, the muscular man was furious.

It seems that the mere action of Mo Jing and the others standing in front of the door is enough to make his anger rise!

Be all abroad!

Mo Jing frowned slightly.

He knew this man, yesterday in the small bar, Ah Jin singled out the tulip pirates, when he exchanged information with the gray-headed albatross, in addition to the bartender, there was actually another person in the bar!

The guy had been drinking all the time, oblivious to the chaos in the bar.

Because he was too maverick, it made Mo Jing look at it twice.

Unexpectedly, we met here again today.

Fate, or ......

Mo Jing's gaze swept over the strong man's steel chin, as well as the exaggerated steel giant axe on the modified forearm, and retracted his hand.

"What do you call it?"

Those who can enter the tavern are usually people with special status, and the other party can sit and drink in it, which is obviously not ordinary.

Mo Jing glanced at the five miscellaneous fish.

Several people immediately dispersed, walked to different positions, and faintly surrounded the wooden house.

The strong man didn't react to their actions, but instead seemed extremely annoyed by Mo Jing's question:

"What do you call it? What is it called? You don't know me? What's my name? ……”

He covered his head, his voice became more and more crazy, but the next second he moved, and the whole person regained his calm.

He lowered his arms and said calmly: "Hello, I'm the pirate Monka who has been a naval colonel for three years!" ”

The voice was mechanical and dull, without the slightest fluctuation, like a leader who was forced to read a manuscript!

Even Ah Jin saw that something was wrong.

"Captain, something isn't right!" He whispered, weapon already in his hand.

Even in the world of One Piece, anything can happen, and the humans here have long been accustomed to all kinds of anomalies, but Monka's transformation is still too blunt to make people suspicious.

As a traverser, Mo Jing naturally noticed the problem at a glance.

Suddenly all kinds of conjectures came to mind.

Remodel? Hypnosis? Or do you simply have this habit...... In the world of One Piece, it is not impossible to do so.

But none of that matters!

Mo Jing shook his palm, and a figure swept out of him!

Because, Ah Jin will make a move!

The sound of a ping-pong fight came, and Mo Jing turned his head and no longer paid attention to the direction of the two.

He adjusted the vendetta on his waist to the right position, ignored the angry roar of "don't go near that room", pushed the wooden door open, looked around, and walked in.