Mr. Morrison glanced at Charles with contempt. "You half-dead little brother-"

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, the bottle of wine in William's hand roared into his face.

Two groups of people searched each other and started to attack, and the bar instantly exploded. Tables, chairs, benches and benches were scattered horizontally, and glass slags splashed, and both sides took ruthless action.

William beat two men up, and he was beaten a lot. He picked up a bench and fought and retreated. However, Mr. Morrison and his brothers were full of power, so he stared at William and started beating him.

Seeing that his friend was forced into a corner, Charles picked up the bottles and jars on the table and threw them out, smashing them at the group of men surrounding William.

Immediately someone turned around to deal with him. Charles did not suffer any loss in front of him, so he turned around and ran away. He deliberately turned over the table and chair to block the passage, but he did not want to run into a dead end in a hurry.

He took two steps back, and the man chasing was forced to his eyes. Charles had no choice but to retreat.

The big stick slashed head-on, and Charles tripped and rolled down while dodging. Another stick came immediately.

"Charles! Run!"

William broke out at some point and rushed to him to take a stick. He raised his hand and raised the ashes, raised Charles and rushed out.

"If you are blocked, you're done!"

William shouted and kicked open the side door, carrying Charles into the endless crowd of people on the trade street.

Mr. Morrison led his brothers to chase them out and marched forward step by step against the crowds of people on the bustling streets.

William couldn't run fast with a scoop, so he had to turn into a dyeing workshop and hide in the tank with Charles to escape the pursuit.

They hid for a long time until the lights first came up before they dared to show their heads quietly.

A messy day passed like this.

Charles touched his pants pocket and found that his pants were being pulled out of a hole in the chaos. William had already lost all the hard money he earned with laughter, and now only a few silver threads are left in his pocket.

"Forget it," William patted Charles comfortingly, "I happened to buy two coconuts and add a few skewers of grilled fish. I was so hungry after a day of tossing."

Charles was sad, but he had no other way.

Both of them were beaten up very hard, supported each other and limped into a snack shop built by the sea.

Night lights on the pier were lit one after another, and the lights on the sea swayed.

They were full of grilled fish, blew the sea breeze, and hugged the coconut to start imagining their future plans.

"The fraud is probably going to be a waste, so I have to think of other ways," said William.

Charles nodded silently.

"Mr. Morrison is most likely going to go to the Gorgeous Bar to seek revenge, and there is no way to do the little work there anymore." William sighed, "I hope Mrs. Morrison is all right. Mrs. Zheng should take care of her..."

"It should be," Charles said.

"Look at these people, the world we are familiar with is not a way of living at all." William slammed his chin on the coconut and looked at the pirate ship sailing out of the port. "Sometimes I wonder... is it that's the 'world' I think? Maybe it was like this."

Charles suddenly turned to look at him: "What do you want to live?"

"Me?" William was a little surprised. He seemed to have never told Charles about his dream. "I want to go out to sea and draw all the places in the world." He remembered Isaac and laughed without realizing it. "I also made an appointment with my friend that he would become the greatest navigator."

"I'll give you a boat in the future."

William didn't take it seriously, but he nodded and smiled. "Then I'll ask you to name it."

"I've thought about it all," Charles said seriously, "just called the 'Quick-tooth Shark'. Like a shark, swimming fast and sharp teeth!"

William was surprised: "I thought you were going to give me a beetle name."

"Where are beetles coming from the sea?" Charles waved his hand very heavily. "Besides, they will laugh at you - 'Captain Beetle', this nickname is not good."

William shrugged indifferently.

"Where are you?" He looked at Charles, "Entomologist?"

"Well...probably. I don't really want to do anything." Charles thought for a while and added, "Don't laugh at me."

"It's so normal," William murmured. "If it weren't for my uncle, I wouldn't know what I wanted to do."

"My dad always wanted me to go to the Army, but I didn't ride well. He was disappointed." Charles said calmly, "and he sent me to the Navy School. I guess he never knew I couldn't swim."

William patted the good guy's shoulder with a sigh, but didn't notice that it was Charles' dislocated arm, which made him grin.

"He is a scheming and persistent person, and he values ​​family glory very much." Charles wiped his nose, "I think it's the laughing stock of the family in his eyes. But I've figured it out long ago. Anyway, I don't want to inherit family glory or something." He continued without waiting for William to speak, "I think this place is also very interesting. Don't ask about your origin or your identity, just ask what you want to do."

"Do you want to do a pirate?" William quipped.

Charles shook his arm that was hanging on his chest, "That's it?"

"Just call you 'one-armed' Charles, it's quite cool."

"'Little Pudding' William, it sounds bad."

"Come on. I'm making hard money..."

The sound of the tides swallowed their voices, and the tree house also had lights.

The bright moon hangs high, and the night falls silently to this free country beyond the secular law.
Chapter completed!