One Piece: Fists of the Quartet

Chapter 108 How to Identify the Three Generations of Oni Toru
"You have to pity me, old man, woo woo woo, I have no performance for two months! If I don't have performance, I will be fired!"

"Grass, you are kidnapping morality, hurry up and let me go!"

Looking at the old man hugging his thigh, Zhang Youli felt extremely difficult for a while.

He didn't dare to shake it off forcefully, for fear that the old man would not be able to bear it and remove it all at once, that would be a lot of fun.

The old man hugged Zhang Youli's thigh tightly, knowing that this was his last chance.

There are only three days left until this month's performance rating.

The old man always knew that he was very unlucky, very unlucky, very unlucky.

Before I took over this store, it can be said that this store is making money day by day.

Where does the performance come from?It all depends on the pirates who are desperate at sea.

And the gangsters in town.

But just after the old man took over the weapons store, Rogue Town parachuted a naval colonel.

It was still a high-action naval captain, and then its business plummeted.

So, this rare opportunity must be seized!

"Brother, you can do it, brother, don't you have the heart to let me, an old man in his 60s, kneel on the ground and beg you?"

Zhang Youli twitched his legs, looked at the old man who looked like brown sugar, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I can bear it, I can bear it too much!"

The old man's numb legs twisted, and he knelt right in front of Zhang Youli, his hands still tightly hugging Zhang Youli's thigh.

"Brother, please!"

……

Talent, old man!

Seeing the unconcealable shock on Zhang Youli's face, the old man couldn't help feeling proud.

Although I don't know why the method in the painting book failed, but with the old man's ability, isn't this order easy to catch?
……

Zhang Youli was about to drag the old man to continue looking for a weapon shop when he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Well, old man, if you do me a favor, I'll buy your knife."

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The weather is fine again today, it would be even better if there are guests coming.

Ben Bensong sat behind the counter in the store, put his hands up, and started a boring day in a daze.

However, guests or something... It would be even better if there were real ones.

Damn Smoker...

If this continues, I will not even be able to support my family.

Ben Bensong touched his red nose, thinking pessimistically.

"Is this right here? Old man?"

"Of course, distinguished guest, you can always trust me!"

A sworn voice came from outside the door.

what?
Ben Bensong raised his eyes in some puzzlement, and saw that damned stingy old man hugging a young man's thigh with a flattering face.

?

"Then can you let me go?"

"Pay first!"

……

Reluctantly, Zhang Youli took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, counted the [-] Berries, and stuffed them into the old man's hands.

That's right, Zhang Youli ended up buying the cheapest knife in his store.

Seeing the back of the old man bouncing away, Zhang Youli sighed deeply.

Damn, I made a loss-making business.

wrong.

Fuck the knife hasn't been given to me yet! !

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The library is not too big.

Robin frowned slightly, looking at the small door in front of him.

Strictly speaking, it's not too small, but it's still far behind Robin's expectations.

Moreover, the door was still closed, and it seemed that there were not many people who came here on weekdays.

Before arriving, Robin didn't know why Zhang Youli was looking forward to this place so much. After she arrived, she asked someone on the street.

Only then did I know the specialness of Rogge Town.

In her opinion, the library must be very good in such a special location, so she came here.

I didn't even buy any clothes.

Rubbing his brows and loosening the intertwined brows, Robin decided to go in and take a look.

Maybe there will be some surprises?

Thinking of this, Robin slowly opened the door.

The bright light shone on Robin's face, and she squinted subconsciously.

After a while, Robin began to look at the library.

At a glance, there are no desks and chairs, only rows of thick bookshelves placed there.

Robin couldn't help but took two steps forward.

The interior of the library was beyond her expectation, and the invisible bookshelves made her eyes shine even more.

crunch.

The sound of the table twisting made Robin look back and look to the left.

Only then did I find a person sitting there.

It was a middle-aged aunt in her thirties and 40s. She raised her head, revealing puffy bags under her eyes.

"Look at whatever you want."

After saying this, she threw her head on the table again and continued to fall asleep.

……

Robin naturally withdrew her gaze from the middle-aged woman, and began to walk quickly towards the bookshelf.

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"How do you sell this barrel?"

Zhang Youli carelessly pointed at the bucket full of knives, and asked Bensong.

"??"

Ben Song couldn't believe his ears.

a barrel?
Do normal people buy knives for a bucket?
"You want a bucket?"

Ben Song asked with some doubts.

Zhang Youli scratched his head.

If he can, he also just wants to buy one, just buy the third generation of ghosts.

But he doesn't know what the third generation of ghosts look like?Nor did Sauron have a special feeling for famous swords.

So this is the stupidest and best way.

Just buy a bucket.

No, it doesn't seem right... What if this force doesn't put the third generation of ghosts in it now? !

Zhang Youli suddenly realized that there was a loophole in his thinking.

Seeing Zhang Youli frowned because of his words, Ibensong couldn't help but sit back disappointed.

"Young man, it's early in the morning, don't make fun of me!"

"No, I still want to buy it."

Slowly loosening his brows, Zhang Youli smiled.

In fact, he also thought about directly asking to buy the third generation of ghosts, but he was afraid that the boss would not sell him, and he would say something about the cursed blade.

Zhang Youli was most afraid of being talked about by others in his life.

"how much is it?"

Ben Bensong came out from behind the counter suspiciously.

"One bucket counts as you... 20 Baileys."

"it is good."

Zhang Youli didn't care much about the price, so he paid it readily.

……

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, young man! Come, come, come!"

Ben Bensong shouted at the top of his voice, with an unstoppable panic on his face.

Ding!
The blade broke, but Zhang Youli's forearm was fine.

……

"Looks like it's not this one."

Ben Song, who was still shouting just now, seemed to be choked by someone, and he couldn't say anything.

"What happened?!"

Everyone on the street was immediately called over by Ben Song's voice, they blocked the door one after another, and looked inside curiously.

But they could only see the broken blade in Zhang Youli's hand, and the bewildered expression on Ben Song's face.

The owners of the melon-eating group who didn't know the truth started discussing one after another, and some acquaintances were directly asking Iben Song.

But the sluggish look on Ben Bensong's face continued until after a long time before he murmured a sentence.

"No, nothing..."

(End of this chapter)