"Do me a favor, Virenner."

The fat noble turned back when he heard the sound.

He stood at the end of the queue, holding the door of the room with his hand and was about to close it.

The reason he stopped was not only because the gentle female voice was calling his name, but also because he knew clearly that there was only one woman left in the room.

Sure enough, Rilis was turning his head to look at him.

Blonde hair and this face are so beautiful, elegant and gentle, and are a temperament that cannot be set off by any jewelry heirloom.

"Can you help me collect the body?"

After saying this half, Leslie stared at Um again and said with certainty.

"You should have hired a mercenary and want to help me transport that armor, right?

But if I know this scum quite well, those people should have died. They will search for me in the alleys and grass to make a sea burial for me.”

After she finished speaking, she nodded and smiled.

"In return, next dinner, we will continue to talk about the sea. Not to mention the sea beasts, just talk about the routes that can make money."

The fat noble bowed to agree, and with his sparse hair, he performed etiquette to express his greetings.

The door closed, and there were only four people in the whole room. No matter who died here, the bay would experience turmoil to varying degrees.

Therefore, everyone is very restrained.

"Please give me a look."

Um handed out a silk parfait, which obviously took on her body, revealing half of the tobacco inside, but judging from the scale and quality, it was a style that women enjoyed.

Leslie raised her feet, but laughed out loud.

She was the captain, and as the empress of the bay, she was full of tough guys who licked blood from the knife, rising and falling in the rum and the pool of blood, and had long ignored the spicyness of the cigar.

In fact, there is a special smoke supply on the table where you read the letter.

but……

"You are so confident about your image. Um, go and ask, who dares to take the cigarette handed from you on this land."

"Oh, is that?"

Um curled his lips and shrugged the silk sculpt, and put it in the corner.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, you should believe me.

I never tamper with the things at the entrance, do you know why? I am afraid that the bunny under my hands will learn bad things and use this trick to deal with me another day."

The last time they had such a close conversation, Um was stepping on half a box of burning tobacco, which was a temporary high-end item, and it cost a lot of money.

The Um Gang had many ruthless people, lending, assassinating, and specializing in contact with sales and extracting labor from the bay.

But most of them died. On the night he walked into the slaughter shed, hundreds of slaves dared to riot. Not only did they not escape in the chaos, they also set up a siege to wait for themselves and fight with their own gangs with simple weapons.

The flames are too strong and they appear hot in memory.

So even he didn't notice at the first time that he was stepping on his feet was covered with blood, and the several of his most proud debt officials were hung on the roof.

This is all done by Leslie.

When he dealt with the knife wound in his bedroom, the entire bay had changed. You can know from the constant news and the concession expressed by the Red Jin Casino.

The slaughter shed no longer belongs to you.

This woman is going to be on an equal footing with the captain.

"Do you know, I admire you, a girl. She looks so tender, and it seems that you can twist blood with some strength. But you have caltrops all over your body. Anyone who touches you must prepare for blood and blood."

Um said quietly, then watched the other party play the iconic trick.

Leslie was reaching out to carry the porcelain pot at this time.

The warm tea water poured towards the other cup, the cigarette butt was washed clean, and the liquid seemed to have consciousness, and it dripped over it gently, and then it took out all the charred and poured on the table.

The remaining part, the vortex is smooth and there is no trace of pickled.

Secret technique is related to water.

"Are you the daughter of Mother Hai or the Siren with her tail fin cut? I don't actually care, but since you have already recognized your identity, don't interfere with my financial path."

Um's tone was very bad.

"You rushed half of my mudflat, tied up my people, and burned my goods. Are you unsatisfied with the harvest from the sea recently? You still want to vent your anger on me?"

"Why should I skip the previous part? I mean, you are ambushing Ade, and you are still tampering with my shop in my neighborhood, huh? How can I explain it?"

Leslie did not evade at all.

"Okay, the girl who is unforgiving, let's talk about other things. Since they are offensive to each other, let's just turn the story."

With a wave of his hand, a large number of teams appeared below the building.

Iron armor, serrated knife, and vicious iconic tattoos show the gang's cruel style of doing things, threatening with words and weapons, and the venue is quickly cleared.

Guests may have a good background, a wealthy family, or have some private troops.

But even the kingdom cannot attack, no matter how famous the background is, it is useless. It can only be dominated by life and death by the captains, and is expelled like civilians.

The stage was also cleared and the tour guide was raised and thrown out.

Immediately afterwards, rows of slaves were escorted up, kneeling on the table, and clamped their necks by bright knives.

They were tied with ropes, including men and women, with faces ranging from youth to vicissitudes. They were goods used to trade after being captured by warlords.

“We have to talk.”

Um leaned against the stool, and the cigar in his hand was unsure.

He did this kind of business, and Leslie's jurisdiction prohibited this from happening, so the uninterrupted friction never stopped.

"It's ridiculous, Leslie, you are already the captain, and you can't face life and death calmly.

Think about it, just around you, how many poor people die every day, and you even have to worry and interfere with this. It is impossible to develop. Even if you can tolerate it, those who work hard must learn from you to be pretentious."

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

Leslie's expression was calm. She had her own bottom line and would not give too much to save irrelevant people.

But Um is not that kind of gangster who is so stupid that he dares to threaten anything, so he must have other purposes, but he is using the lives of these people to ensure that he will not turn the table and leave.

"Hahaha, great attitude, that's right."

He laughed unceremoniously.

"Hey, we are all captains and we all have our own trump cards. No, no, don't stare at me with such eyes, I'm happy to accept the balance."

"Tsk, what's wrong with Um."

Leslie was extremely impatient and simply slapped the table.

"What are you doing wrong? There are so many men who want to talk to me. Don't waste time pretending to be reserved here. We all know the other party's ability. If you are talking nonsense, we can finish the fight."

"Don't touch the commodity route."

Um didn't respond, but finally gave up his intention tonight.

"You are good at catching fish. Not to mention mocking the bay, as long as you leave the pier, no one in Nagilfa wants to mess with you in the territory that is not related to the land.

Those Qingniao and other rare materials are already rich in themselves. Don’t be greedy anymore and want to deal with conventional commodity business.

What can you provide for food and military supplies? Can you sell treasures for wrecks?

Listen, you don’t know how to squeeze oil and water from those nobles, and you are not suitable for attending any dinner. Listen to me, everyone has unhappy things."

Um stood up, his rough giant hand reached to his chin, but was almost cut off his wrist by a rectangular square blade.

He took a little attention and avoided it, snorted a harsh word, and left the box.
Chapter completed!