Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 282 Provocation and Transaction

Levjet walked up to Valery and slapped his neck viciously: "I'm curious, Andrew is dead, but how did you two scumbags survive?"

Valery rolled his eyes lifelessly: "Maybe we are dead too?"

Levjet's threatening words were suddenly blocked in his throat.

He did not leave the "Axe" to land on the island. The situation on the island was told by the two cowards who ran back to the ship, and they described it incoherently——Pedro screamed, his life and death were unknown, a strange scene Cannibalism.

Originally, the captain had ordered a retreat, but some people suddenly went crazy and pulled the trigger on the people next to them.One of them saw from a distance that Captain Andrew had been shot, and the shooter turned out to be the always cowardly Vika.

Under the fear of the two, Levjet suspected that they encountered extraordinary creatures on the island, causing the people in the team to lose their minds, and decisively ordered to leave the island first.

Of course, there are also people who dismiss it and want to go to the island for rescue. Those people are the crew members who are more loyal to Andrew.

So Levjet also acted decisively, blocked their mouths with bullets, and after wasting a few minutes, he quickly left the desert island with the remaining pirates, and "reasonably" became the "Axe" The captain.

A ship always needs a captain. No one can beat Levjet, who is also a Extraordinary like the captain, and no one wants to eat his gun.Dahai believed in force, not in luck, as Levjet had always believed.

So he dismissed the "good luck" that Vika and Valery were still alive, especially when Valery became so arrogant that Levget wondered whether he had benefited from being on the island.

These two people are still alive, probably because they left after killing others and obtaining the treasure on the island... Maybe this is a scene they played with Pedro?The stalker was acting strangely all day, and talking to himself, he was the one who discovered the island.

More importantly, no one saw Pedro's body at that time. If they used some magic to kill others and finally swallowed the treasure, it would be reasonable.

Thinking of this, Levjet stretched out an arm in front of Valery who wanted to move forward.Originally, Valery leaned over, trying to go around, but was stopped in place.

Valery's indifferent eyes did not fluctuate: "You heard that sentence, 'If you want to fight, get out'."

The man at the bar shook the empty goblet, turned it upside down on the counter, glanced coldly at Levjet who was blocking the door, and met Valery's gaze.

Levjet bared his teeth like a jackal, revealing the minced fish between his yellow teeth: "Okay, wait for you at the door, I've seen you upset. I will remember to act softly and sell the dead Andrew to save face. I won't beat you to death."

The corners of Valery's mouth raised, showing a gentle smile that was completely inconsistent with his temperament: "I understand, I will sell my face to Andrew and I won't beat you to death."

Looking at the yin and yang weird smile, Levjet thought of retreating for a moment—but his words had already been let out.

He originally wanted to use these two people to establish his power and enhance the confidence of the rest of the pirate group in him, but now he felt something was wrong.

Valery's performance looked completely like a different person inside.

Levjet walked past Valery and deliberately bumped Vika hard with his shoulder.Vika gasped in a low voice, and quickly hid behind Valery, shrinking his head as an invisible person.

The rest of the pirates passed by the door one after another, and some even greeted Valery warmly, but their smiles were all ambiguous, and they were clearly looking forward to the next good show.

The tavern was instantly empty.

Valerie waited expressionlessly for all of them to leave the tavern before going straight to the man sitting at the bar.

The brim of the man's fisherman hat was limp and drooping, covering most of his face, and the bartender poured him a new glass of red wine.The moment Valery stepped forward, the stitch lines between the man's brows were pinched deep again. He simply took off his fisherman hat and put it on the bar, coldly watching out for the approaching bald man.

"Aren't you going out?" The man raised his glass with his right hand, as if frivolous, but his left hand was already on his waist, forming the shape of a pistol.

"I'll go out later." Valery said in a deep voice, "Are you in charge here? I want to sell something."

Vika quickly walked out from behind Valery: "Mr. Yan, hello, we are here to sell some unwanted items, we don't mean to cause trouble..."

Mr. Yan with a strange name looked at Valery for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to Vika, and nodded: "I remember you, Andrew on board."

Then he looked at Valery again: "Andrew is really dead? Levget's proud look makes me sick just looking at it."

Valery did not answer the question, but just took out the thick-caliber revolver that originally belonged to Andrew: "Buy some adapted bullets by the way. How many do you want, Vika?"

"Three magazines! The one with ten magazines."

"I see, put what you want to sell here."

Valery took out the other two guns and bullets, and motioned Vika to throw the old gun on the counter as well.

Mr. Yan glanced at Valery suspiciously: "Why do you even sell your own gun?"

"Lack of money."

Mr. Yan's right hand holding the wine glass froze, and he subconsciously switched the wine to his left hand to cover up his surprise at that moment: "You are not Valery."

"I'm not."

<divclass="contentadv">Hearing such a frank admission, Mr. Yan glanced at Vika thoughtfully: "It seems that your new captain has a good background."

Then he didn't care about the reaction of the two people, knocked on the bar, took out a small key from his arms and threw it to the bartender: "Go and get the money from my vault, forty golden horns. The bullets are fractions, see if you don't For the sake of a fight in the store.”

Valery nodded: "Thank you."

"If you really want to thank me, don't kill me later. Leaving a dead body on the street will easily attract the church or the police. It is very troublesome for me." Mr. Yan took a sip of wine, and a red mark dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You seem to be very sure that I will be able to defeat Levjet." Valery leaned against the bar, and had a good impression of this underground dealer.

Ever since the conversation between the two began, Mr. Yan deliberately restrained his majestic aura.Hearing what Valery said, Mr. Yan raised his hand and tapped his temple:

"People with stupid brains can't do this job. Of course, neither can people with no strength. Dealing with pirates is quite annoying."

The implication in these words is obvious: everyone is Extraordinary, so don't expose your family background, otherwise you will appear ignorant if you continue to entangle.

Of course Esther understood, so she didn't say anything more and sat directly next to Mr. Yan.Vika had been standing next to the two of them submissively. Seeing that they stopped talking, she immediately came to Valery's side and asked in a low voice:

"What should we do? Levget is waiting for us outside. I just saw them from the window and they didn't leave at all!"

Valery looked at him strangely: "Hit, what else?"

"But, this is Nass, you—are you really suitable? Maybe you will cause trouble!"

Valery threw Andrew's gun to Vika: "I think fighting in the street is also a part of Nass' customs, and you have to experience it once."

"That's right. You are not from Nass, and you want to come here to develop?" Mr. Yan interjected, seeing Valery's eyes full of temptation, and raised his glass to him, "Welcome to the Pirate Paradise."

"You think too much, we'll leave in two days." Valery looked at Vika happily putting away the revolver before turning his gaze back to Mr. Yan, "So you don't have to worry about our whereabouts, we have entrusted Someone bought a boat ticket to Oravi Island."

"It's a pity, otherwise I would still earn a little agency fee."

Vika patted the gun bag with a smile, but considering the possible fights that might happen later, he pulled out the gun again to check the bullets loaded inside: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, we know the rules here."

Valery didn't save any face for him: "Rules? Are there any rules here?"

Mr. Yan smiled for the first time since the two entered the store: "For people like you, there are no rules here."

There was the sound of footsteps from the bartender, who was holding a jingling money bag and several rows of full magazines.

"I look cruel? Do you feel that dangerous?" Valery pinched the knuckles of his fingers twice, made a "cracking" sound, and moved his wrist and neck.

"Yes, some people's temperament is like fire, and some people's temperament is like poisonous snakes, but the feeling they give me..."

Mr. Yan paused for a moment, and when he was considering his words, the bartender came over and put the bag in front of Valery: "Unfathomable?"

Mr. Yan rolled his eyes at the bartender: "Pour me another glass of Palomo wine, don't play tricks on you here."

The young bartender hurried away, and Valery also raised the corners of his mouth: "Take care of the children? You don't look like such a tolerant person."

"A bad godson."

"So what would you say my sense of danger looks like?"

Mr. Yan didn't look at Valery, but at the cloak that was so red on his shoulders that it was almost bleeding: "Crazy, malicious, evil... the first time you gave me the impression that I have seen you from afar... 'Admiral of Blood'."

"It's worth forty-two thousand gold pounds?" Valery asked reflexively.

"...That's not what it means."

Not to mention Mr. Yan's blank face, Vika next to him was already covering his mouth and sneering.

Valery grabbed the money bag on the bar, weighed it twice and stuffed it into his bosom without counting the gold coins. Mr. Chong Yan nodded politely:

"Then let's go first, there are still people outside waiting to be beaten."

Mr. Yan watched the bald man with weird thinking come out of the tavern, and took a new glass of wine from the bartender.

The bartender leaned casually beside him, wiping a wine glass that was too clean in his hand, obviously just pretending: "Godfather, do you just let them fight outside the store like this? Do you want me to report to the police? Anyway, a group of people are pirate."

"I've told you many times, mind your own business, brat." Mr. Yan stood up from the bar and walked to the window where he could see the street clearly, "That's a strange person who will attract chaos. good result."