Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 158 Chapter 155
The stands were full of brightly dressed people, among them were graceful ladies and businessmen with potbellies, everyone's faces were engraved with excitement, their faces became distorted, shouted, and their eyes glowed as if The red light that wants to eat people.

Under the stands is a huge iron cage, which is stained with something that is not known to be rust or blood. It seems that there is still a foul smell emanating from it.

Inside the iron cage, a thin and tall figure confronted each other.

After a while, they attacked each other again.

The thin and small person is nimble and nimble, while the tall and tall person's punch is powerful and heavy, and the range is very large, covering almost half of the space.

Fist to the flesh, flesh and blood flying.

The more tragic and bloody the picture, the more excited the people in the stands would scream. Those distorted faces showed naked human nature, ugly and dirty.

Wilde took a few glances, then shifted his gaze, and walked inside.

His appearance attracted the attention of some people in the exchange, and they focused on Wilder with curiosity, thoughtfulness, or grinning eyes.

"Newcomer? It looks so special."

The red goblin mask on his face has aroused some interest.

Wilder ignored the gazes on him, and walked towards a dim shop behind him.

There is a yellow and white shabby curtain hanging at the door, covering the upper part. The lower part of the curtain is a counter connected to the wall. Inside the counter is a small space, and there is a man wrapped in bandages. People sit in it.

Wilde stepped forward, opened the curtain, and stood still in front of the counter.

"Newcomer?" The bandaged man's voice was a bit sharp, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Wilder.

"Yes."

"The entry fee is 80 Baileys." He looked away without raising his head.

Wilde took out the paper ticket given by the old man, put it on the counter, and pushed it in.

The sound of the paper rubbing against the counter caused the person in the bandage to raise his head involuntarily. His eyes stayed on the paper for a while, then he raised his head and looked at Wilder and said slowly and calmly: "The entry fee is 80."

The tall body maintained a standing posture, and the face under the red evil ghost mask showed no expression. He stared at the person in the bandage without speaking.

The person in the bandage was also expressionless, perhaps because he felt that he lacked a little explanation. He looked at Wilder, picked up the piece of paper on the counter, and continued to calmly say: "This thing is useless."

"Really..." The voice under the mask was low, and no emotion could be heard in it, but the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a little.

"Yes." The man in the bandage responded flatly.

Wilder didn't say anything more, he took out a stack of Baileys from his robe, took back two-tenths, and put the rest on the counter.

The man in the bandage put away the money, Wilde saw a smile from his bandage, the corners of his mouth curled downward, and he didn't say anything.

"Occupation?" said the man in the bandage.

"Killer."

He nodded and said, "Turn right and there is a reward and task wall inside. You can do all the tasks on it. If you choose one, you can take it off the wall and register here. After the task is completed, you can also go here to receive the task gold." While talking, he wrote down Wilder's information on a form, and at the same time picked up the camera to take a picture of Wilder.

"This is a necessary process. Of course, you can also choose to uncover the mask." He said that he had already filled out the information and put it away in the drawer at the back.

"Of course, I have some special tasks here, probably regardless of bounty hunters or killers. It is more difficult to complete, and the time will not be too short. If you are interested, you can directly receive these tasks from me."

He was probably in a better mood after making a fortune than when he first came in. After speaking, he walked out of the counter, walked past Wilde, and took the lead to the right: "Come with me, I Take you to see."

Wilder followed him without saying a word.

Soon, a horizontal passage appeared at the end of the passage. There were clippers on both sides of the front wall, and there were words on them: suitable for killers and suitable for bounty hunters.

The killer turned to the left, and Wilde followed the bandage man into it.

Inside is a huge space made up of six walls, divided into various areas, and the walls of each area are covered with mission instructions without exception.

"These are all, you can choose at will. Some of these tasks have existed here for several years, and some have never been touched before. You can judge these for yourself. The stars are marked on them, from one to five. Basically, My advice to newcomers starts from the first level. After all, life is more important, isn’t it? Of course... people who want to die will not be stopped. In short... everything is up to you. If there is nothing to do, I will go out, you Choose carefully." After saying this, the bandage man left on his own.

Wilder walked to a wall and looked up at the task list above.

His eyes were mainly attracted by the task sheets at the top, one of which read: kill the former king of Dressrosa, King Liku, and the task gold was [-] million.

The star rating is five stars, that is, level five. It is one of the highest level tasks here. The task list is also distinguished from other task lists below level five. There are more gold patterns on the edges, making it look more advanced.

Wilder also took a quick look at the other five-star task lists. One of the tasks was to kill Jack the Drought. The task gold was 15 billion Baileys, half times more than the Navy's reward for him. Given it, plus the amount that the exchange secretly wants to make, I am afraid that the amount will have to be increased by at least one or two hundred million.

There is also a five-star task list that requires killing the leader of a country, and the task gold is [-] million.

It's a pity that these five-star missions all have a common feature, no one has claimed them, or someone has claimed them before, but they all failed without exception.

Wilder set his sights on the task lists of other stars, and finally chose a three-star task to assassinate a nobleman in a country. The task gold is 800 million, which is considered to be relatively high in the three-star task. A task is up.

There are some basic introductions above, for example, the name of the mission target is Chisaro-Vasaro, the location is in the Kingdom of Boru, and his identity is a noble in the kingdom and a minister in the kingdom.

In addition, there are some related basic information, but they are not very useful, and I don’t know when the information was obtained. A lot of information is not necessarily accurate. After all, people and things are changing as time goes by.

There are fifteen red dots painted with pen and ink on the bottom of this task list, which means that this task has been received fifteen times, and all fifteen times ended in failure. Specifically, whether the killers who received the task died or Give up and no one knows.

Wilder peeled it off the mission wall, turned and walked outside.

When he returned to the counter, the bandage man was already inside. He took the task list handed over by Wilder and glanced at it. He glanced at Wilder slightly, and then said nothing. I foldered together my files with Derek and put them in another drawer inside.

"I have some information about this mission here. To get it, you need to pay 50 Baileys. You can also choose to refuse. We never force people."

After he finished speaking, he paused and continued: "Of course, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I must make one thing clear in advance. The information is not 100% correct. As long as the error does not exceed 50.00%, then...we will not accept any refunds or Finding faults and other behaviors."

"I see, then, I want this information." Wilder took out 50 Baileys and put them on the counter, but he didn't take his hands off the pile of Baileys.

Facing the slightly puzzled and gradually sharpened eyes of the bandaged man, Wilder said in an extremely calm and low tone: "What do you want so much money for?"

"I like it," he said.

Wilder moved his hand away and let the bandage man take the money in. The 50 Bailey was a normal transaction, so he naturally wouldn't show any special attitude.

However, the previous 80...

Wilder's eyes flickered a few times.

"What's going on?" Before leaving, Wilder looked at the big iron cage and asked.

"Oh." The bandage man glanced at Wilder, and said in a natural tone: "The company wants to make money. It's not justified to make a little money without holding one or two entertainment facilities in such a large space. You Say yes, Mr. Red Ghost Newcomer."

He seems to have decided on Wilder's name or code name on his own initiative, and it has also been included in the information.

"Okay, then... goodbye." Wilder didn't say anything, and walked towards the exit.

"Oh!"

A black shadow slammed into Wilder's face, splashing dust and billowing, and one after another looked at him watching the show.

Wilder's tall body stood motionless, and the red ghost mask made it impossible to see his true expression.

He looked ahead quietly, as if he didn't see the bloody corpse under his feet that was thrown over as cargo.

"New here! Let's fight?" The door of the iron cage was opened, and a thin figure stood by the door and looked at Wilder, with a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile on his face.

And the corpse on the ground was the tall one next to him when he came in before. His entire head has been turned 180 degrees. Obviously, this is the result of the battle.

The gaze under the mask moved down slightly, focusing on the corpse under his feet, and Wilde's expression was cold and calm.

He didn't answer.

The man with the bandages followed him at some point, and stood behind Wilder, his tone seemed to be stating: "Being on stage as a killer or bounty hunter and defeating the challenger can not only get a rich Bailey, but also get an exchange The treasure chest of mysterious information provided."

"No one knows the information in the treasure chest. When you open it, it may be what a certain character had for lunch yesterday, or it may be that the legendary Jack of the Drought is lying half dead somewhere waiting for you to kill him."

After speaking, the bandage man stood quietly in place.

"This way..." Wilder's hoarse voice sounded, he turned his head slightly, and looked towards the iron cage.

The thin figure was bathed in blood, and when he saw this, he grinned and showed a mouthful of cold white fangs, and smiled brightly.

The stands quickly became lively, and the excitement and madness seemed to be contagious. On the distorted faces, pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the scene inside the huge iron cage.

Inside the iron cage, the two stood facing each other with a distance of about ten meters. The thin man seemed even smaller in front of Wilder.

It's like...a kid versus an adult.

There are no referees, only brass bells hanging from the top of the cage.

"Hey... your mask is so ugly, I'm going to take it off later and tear your face apart." The thin and small man's voice, like an ugly monkey, was surprisingly thick. He looked at Wilder with eyes Glowing with bloodthirsty light, he said with a sinister smile.

"Clang clang clang...!"

The copper bell rang!

then…

The picture seemed to freeze, and everyone saw Wilder's figure completely disappearing like a gust of wind the moment the sound sounded.

Afterwards, a tall body appeared behind the thin man. His broad palms spread out to wrap around the head of the thin man. His body twisted slightly, his arm muscles swelled, and he quickly inserted into the hard floor of the iron cage. , In the blink of an eye, stones are flying, gravel is flying, and smoke and dust are filling the air!
Under the palm, the head sank deeply into the cracked hole, blood slowly flowed out, and the whole stand was silent.

Everyone is trying to remember, what just happened?
There was a dull expression on every face, and there was no response for a long time.

It wasn't until Wilde opened the iron door of the cage and walked out that the uproar broke out!
"One move...! It took only one move to..."

Unbelievable expressions crept up on the faces of everyone in the stands, and when they came back to their senses, they recalled the scene just now, and their hearts stopped beating for a moment.

Then there was a more excited and distorted cry, a group of crazy people screaming.

"Red Ghost!"

"Red Ghost!"

"Red Ghost!"

There is only one voice left in the entire exchange, as if it is welcoming the new king, or the freshness brought by the death of the old king. The never-before-seen pictures and plots are like a stimulant stabbing into the blood vessels. The excitement is unparalleled.

The man in the bandage froze completely, and stood on the spot. He watched Wilder walking towards him, his heart seemed to slow down a beat, and then a big hammer hit his heart hard, and he suddenly woke up!
He calmed down his disordered breath and made himself look more indifferent. The money has already been eaten, and it is useless to regret it.

He nodded slightly to Wilder who was walking, clapped his hands, and said to the waiter who was walking aside: "Go to the warehouse and get an intelligence treasure box, and in addition, get another 1000 million Baileys." As he spoke, he handed the waiter a copper-yellow key.

The waiter took it and left.

"Red Ghost, don't you mind if I call you that?"

"Of course." Wilder's voice could not hear any fluctuations or emotions. He deliberately lowered his voice to make his voice hoarse.

"The prize for defeating the thin monkey is 800 million, and there is also an information treasure box, all of which are here. The amount is 1000 million. The extra 200 million is my respect to you. You really gave me a surprise, Red Ghost gentlemen."

After the waiter came back, the bandage man took what he brought and placed it in front of Wilder.

Wilder stared at him deeply for a moment without poking.

He took what he was supposed to take, turned around, and walked out of the exchange regardless of the frenzied crowds in the stands.

(End of this chapter)