The slap covered her head like iron pliers.

The servant's head fell, his limbs flew into the air, and was embedded in the floor.

"Who is this?"

The violent man muttered, took his hand away, his expression as if he was slapped to death by a tide worm.

The wandering beside him slid to the ground with his mouth covered. Although his clothes were neat and gorgeous, his eyes were empty and confused, and his body curled up and trembled unconsciously.

But everyone knows that this is just a normal manifestation of fear.

Just like a swimming fish pierced by an iron hook, it has to succumb to powerful power.

Liuying was awakened by the pain of falling, and her mind was filled with all kinds of tragedies. Before coming to this private room, the man next to her cruelly killed a living person in front of her.

She recovered a little bit of consciousness, touched the warm liquid with her fingertips, and signaled her to look down.

"Ah, blood, there is blood! Oh my God~"

The girl's loud and sharp scream lasted for only a moment, and finally fainted in prayer and murmur, and was caught by the gentlemen who were so scared that their legs were weak.

Furu—

The mist of the cigar chokes on the mouth and nose.

The tower-like man stood up, pulled out the golden silk squid on his chest to wipe the filth, and threw it on the head of the unconscious wounded, covering a face with a surprised expression.

"Haha, I heard it at the door, you guessed it wrong! Hiss, you are... Oh, remember, that fat man who sells military supplies, it is the right decision for you to laugh at Skull Bay."

He laughed unrestrainedly, striding forward in blood, and spreading his heroic embrace, as if he had extraordinary enthusiasm.

The fat nobles did not dare to say anything, and they sweated coldly to the corner of their mouths, and their bodies unconsciously retreated and dodged.

"Tonight, hell, it's so honorable."

He squatted for a long time, and in order to get close to the power, he even gave up the opportunity to be corrupted in the wine and flesh girl. Finally, he collided with two people in this ordinary night.

That's right, the violent man in front of him is another captain of the Skull Bay.

Um Prodmore.

He made his fortune with usury and bloody transactions, suppressed one-third of the bay's territory with violence and cruelty, and was overbearing and treacherous in business, and liked a business where profits and risks coexist.

He has never gone out of the sea since he became an adult, but he is more in line with the image of a robber than anyone else.

The two captains with the greatest contradiction met in the private room of the trading holy place, and they were encountered by themselves in the stage of reconstruction and prosperity of the bay!

That feeling was like the goddess of luck coming and knocking on her skull.

The fat man smiled a little crazy, his chest undulating like a tide.

"I understand, I understand."

Um put on his shoulder.

The palm covered the entire shoulder blade, like a butcher selling goods in the market, slapped the fat meat on the stall with the back of a knife.

He greeted in a familiar tone, and then sat very naturally in the other person's original position, standing by the table between Leslie and Leslie.

Ade Ship's deputy took two steps.

He put the handle between his waist and straddle to the skillful thrust position, lifted his coat and swung it, and a few secret balls and gunpowder flashed faintly.

However, by this point, the fishing line had touched the throat, bringing out silky blood marks.

"Don't go forward, Ade."

The hoarse duck voice came from behind.

"It's okay, it's not the first time we've fought, Sassie."

The other party was Um's ship deputy, and the bounty was arrogantly posted on the bulletin board, which was the debt officer who scared the gambler the most.

Whoosh, ding!

The dagger swung past the blind spot, and a few rays of fluffy fibers broke instantly. The blade slashed a light and elegant arc, and finally landed in the middle of the standing table.

Ade drew his sword and turned around, his weapons intertwined, and sparks flew. Finally, he was in a stalemate between each other in the duel fight.

"Forget it, Ade, it's boring."

Although Leslie used weapons to rescue the situation, her eyes were always on the stage.

The tour guides who were eager to sell exhibits and the guests who were immersed in hunting treasures to show off their wealth did not notice the friction in the box above.

The bald boat deputy kicked it, pulled the distance and closed the sheath and held his hands behind his back, protecting Leslie's left side, and his head held high and his chest was not at all cowardly.

Sassie confirmed his captain's opinion and retreated back half of his body that was penetrated into the light.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm very gentle to rich and powerful people."

Um sucked violently, the red dot of the cigar retreated half a knuckle, and the hazy fog blew from his mouth and nose, turning the front of the box into an isolated island at night.

He bounced the cigarette butt into the empty cup and glanced at the knife at hand.

No one could see clearly except Um: where it was swung out, how it easily penetrated Kuraki table, and finally split the two captains.

The vest on his body was made of the most expensive fabric, wrapping his strong muscles, as if he was paving a reef wall with gold.

Leslie sat next to her face without changing her face, like the calm ocean surface after the storm.

"Let's go, two sirs, your little conflicts will affect two-thirds of the Burying Bay. Those gentlemen and ladies who are eager to rebuild the business road will be so anxious that they go crazy."

The fat nobles spoke out and eased.

A crowd of audiences shrank behind him, all of whom were pale, fearing that he would be involved in a historic event.

"The water flows calmly, the winds are good, there are no warships or blood to be dedicated to the Mother of the Sea tonight."

Ade expressed his attitude and stood in the deputy position again to guard against those vicious and despicable sneak attacks for the captain.

"This is the best, Lord Um visits, and we can definitely achieve many meaningful things."

The fat nobles adjust their chores.

Everyone knows that the share vacant after the death tide, the sources of goods and docks that are strictly controlled, have a lot of wealth to make, but the difference between seizing the initiative and eating cold food.

"No, I just passed by and heard you guessed something wrong and came in to correct it."

"Well, what are you referring to?"

The fat man is puzzled.

"Of course it's the Jerohn's Beast. The ship hunting it is not only sixty, but the majestic Grekelda!"

Um's eyelids are thick, and his beard is bearded and buckles, like a sailor talking about strange things in a tavern oil lamp.

Many nobles were stunned.

Grekelda.

The warship named this is one of the many captains on the coastline, and Leslie himself is the one who commands it to rush out of the whirlpool and thunderstorm.

"You must not be deceived by this girl's appearance.

She dared to jump into the bottomless turbulence. In the heavy rain of night, she dared to slaughter the monsters with her own hands with just lightning."

Um smiled wildly.

His aftermath was always observing his side, gritting his teeth and even in the saliva, there were cigar residues.

"There are no auction items on the Port Building today, what's the point of this kind of private scammer?

Sir, go to the lobby for a break, find a beautiful girl and make some space for us?"

He raised his hand to drive people away.

And those guests with cold sweats, including the fat nobles with amazing wealth, had no room for resistance or rejection.

No one wants to be carried away by Um.

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