Although he didn't know Duheng's identity and his relationship with Leslie, he could easily silence his mouth within this distance, which was absolutely no doubt.

"Damn it, what do you say, or what do you want us to do for you?"

Ange is scared.

There is a reason why some things are hidden.

But the "smart ghosts" who pointed out this have fed countless wolf-toothed fish in the bay.

The sound of bells came, and the sailor hung the soap flag.

Adam just raised his feet, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned his head away, put away all his frivolity, and looked at Ange deeply with the pressure of Lord Dande Leon.

There was no language or expression, but the other party was frightened.

With the support of Paul and Zaniu, he barely walked forward. His steps were even more panicked than the betrayer walking on the deck, as if there was a Wang Yang in front of him.

However, the sailor stopped them again.

He was about the same height as Adam, with a stunning arm circumference, clamping an old anchor of a rusty and dry canoe, with a smooth and dull complexion of skin, and a knife-drilling and axe-carved muscles.

"The captain wants to see you, only, you."

【The sailor under Rileys】

【Attitude: Hostile】

Adam searched for memories and found that in addition to the bald mate, he had also met several core members of Rilis, but he had no idea about the guy in front of him.

Logically speaking, if this inexplicable malice comes from a stranger, it is mostly out of jealousy.

Even this thankless warning method and a naive and childish tone are like a baby who is out of favor crying unreasonably.

"Try it and smash it at me."

Adam spoke calmly and deliberately let go of his sword-holding hand.

Now the pier has been cleared, and dozens of people from the slaughter team are standing next to the stalls that have not had time to take them away.

All the patrolers near the slaughter shed were watching the rumored "Duheng".

"They are watching, come on, raise your hands up, and if you don't know the top of your head, you can swing them slanted towards your ears. There won't be too much blood, but you have to wash off those paste that feels wonderfully..."

Adam looked ahead, muttering his lips, and his horse boots stepped on the slab at a fixed distance.

The sailor's cheeks twitched, provocation and neglect were already squirting his anger, and the tendons around his arms protruded, even spreading to the roots of his ears, bringing out a undulating red skin.

The iron anchor was held high like this, and the rust spots could not reflect the sun, like a guillotine.

After Adam said that, he stopped below it. When his eyes touched each other, the distance between the two could be calculated using an elbow ruler.

"Come."

He spoke a short sentence.

The sailor had almost burst blood vessels, and the sound of grinding teeth like tightening the ropes was so clear that even his sideburns were standing up - he was about to lose his mind.

"Captain, waiting for him. I mean, wait, do you understand?"

Another sound came from behind.

The bald mate wore a waist knife and wore a black wind-resistant jacket. Under the guard of the two teams of strong men with cold eyes, it was like a dark cloud rolling up from the sea, pressing against everyone's hearts.

Insects and animals often escape before heavy rains.

So, the group of slaughter teams who were watching and joining in the fun, as well as other gang members in charge of patrol, were almost instantly dispersed.

The three Ange brothers, who were particularly conspicuously left in the open space, were at a loss.

Bang!

The iron anchor was embedded into the floor, and the dock was under the nameless fire, and the vibration spread far along the soles of the feet.

Adam tilted back to the hilt of the sword.

The sea breeze blew the corners of his clothes and collars. He looked at the black iron weapon that was exposed, gently lifted his foot and stepped on the crack...

That's it, I left.

"Seriously, he can meet the captain like this, and the first mate will come out to greet him! Captain Leslie's dignity that was finally killed was thrown away like this!"

The sailor's eyes were still twitching, and he took a deep breath with his hips, but he didn't fall down if he stabbed his eardrums.

"Shame? Buck, I didn't need to come forward."

The scar on the top of the first mate's head was still shocked, and the dark and exaggerated clothing made people feel oppressed.

"Haha, OK. I shut up, after all, I can't offend the acting captain!"

After Buck said this, the collar was grabbed by someone. Due to the excessive force, he even tore the fine linen material as it was torn to reveal his tight muscles.

"You are playing with her airs, but without her, you are still a sold dog!"

"Don't forget, so do you!"

Although the positions of the two people are different, the rules on the ship are easily broken on land.

The first mate finally put away his fists, but before leaving, he finally warned Buck.

"Don't question my loyalty, that's the bottom line. I don't allow the Leslie gang at any time. Some people dare to question the captain and offend her majesty."

...

The pebble pavement continues a long way.

The first thing I saw was the slaughter shed that was set side by side on the shore, as tall and square as a dock, and the wood and stone bricks turned into dark tones in the blood rinsing and fishy smell.

Then there is the darker sea water.

The barrel is filled with tiny, rotten sea beast structures, floating in the waterway like fish marks.

The iron chains of half the dock gather here, they are tied into dots, connected to the beams and pillars at the top of the slaughter shed, weaving a net of pulleys that spread out.

The fish corpses were hung up continuously and sent over, with volume ranging from bed board to the size of the hut.

At the rear of the slaughter shed, the part connecting the land, craftsmen are measuring the distance between the fish bones, dividing different areas through auction or ordering, and cutting and transportation.

Adam wandered along the way, and occasionally workers would stop and look at him curiously.

As he went deeper, there would be more and more eyes, but fewer and fewer people would dare to look up or talk about it.

Finally, after turning over the huge cliff-like gate, a black sailboat moored in front of him.

The bow of the ship is inlaid with iron statues and is decorated with carvings of top-grade stone. After the sails are put away, the stack of fabric must be as thick as a wine table.

"God, I feel like I've walked into a cave and encountered a sleeping dragon."

Adam murmured a few words and picked up his awe again.

The noise and the map show that the real place to go is the other side of this eighty-sized beast ship.

He walked along the auxiliary road paved with stone bricks, and finally, after another corner, he saw the unloading area and the woman scratching the eye in the middle of the venue.

There is a sling operated by a waterwheel, the rope is as thick as an arm, and the crochet is like a fountain, stuck into the monster's corpse and slowly dragged outward.

The fish's skin was like a rat with spots, the size of the house, with protruding fangs and hair-like tentacles.

At least nearly a hundred people fight it in this spacious place, exhausting all kinds of tools and squeezing the last bit of strength from the cracks of bones, so that they can completely clean it up.
Chapter completed!