In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

"I won't give in!"

In a tavern in the inner circle of the Seven Waters City, a gloomy-looking man wearing a tall two-cornered hat was holding a glass of wine in his hand. The dark bags under his eyes made him look particularly weak, and his thick mane and beard hung on his chin. superior.

He was sitting at one side of the small round table, and people around him were lying on the floor, hanging on chairs, and clinging to the walls.

But he was not afraid of the troublemaking children in front of him at all.

He said in a deep voice: "I hope your leader will talk to me about this kind of thing. Even if you kill all the people around me who have nothing to do with me, I will still insist on one point of view. I, Deep Current, will not condescend to anyone. "

"You little bastards should give me some compensation before I call anyone. After all, spiritual damage cannot be redeemed, except for money."

He just went to the Capital of Seven Waters to repair his ship, but the three young men in front of him came towards him and attacked the people in the tavern without saying a word.

If his men weren't all at Dock 2, he might never have come back.

Umit took a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

He had never seen any big winds or waves, but these young people who were jealous as soon as they entered the house still made him tremble in his heart.

The pink-haired boy in front of him stepped on the bench and hit the table with the baseball bat in his hand, with an evil smile on his lips: "Who said we were threatening you? We killed these people just to get exchanges." It’s just a bounty. If you were valuable, uncle, we would do the same thing, but unfortunately, you are not within our hunting range.”

Feina shook her head regretfully.

Behind him, Chakri, who still had a knife stuck in his hair, received a slap on the face.

"Ah~" An inexplicable moan of pleasure escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Chakri, who had just woken up, felt sore everywhere in his body. His blurred eyes were filled with indescribable thoughts, and his neck was slightly raised.

"Be normal!" The angry Phil stepped on his face, leaving a flower-patterned shoe mark on the bottom of his leather shoe, which was black and would not slip away.

Chakri twitched the tip of his nose and finally smelled the smell of blood spreading around him.

Instantly awake.

"Ah! What is this! Is my head still there?" Chakri was lying on the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a cold blade thrust into his head. If the knife fell, it could split him in half.

"Danger!"

He shrunk his head, bent his slender legs and clasped the ground hard to crawl forward, away from the fallen sword, and sat up straight.

"Huh~" He breathed out a sigh of relief.

Chakri got up from the ground and looked at the tavern owner clinging to the wall in the dark tavern, and his anger suddenly rose.

"Oi! What's the matter with everyone not calling me!"

After finally going on a mission and not even getting a kill, wouldn't his field salary be gone!

You must know that in the hunter organization, although there is a fixed salary, the tasks done outside are all calculated based on the amount!

Chakri fiercely approached Feina, bent down and glared at him, preparing to argue.

Chakri opened his mouth: "I..."

Phil walked to the round table: "Wait a minute..."

"Oh mo oh mo, what are you doing here?" The shutter door was pushed open, and the woman with shadow finally appeared, but her tone was a bit strange.

"If I'm not mistaken, the logo of this tavern belongs to the Don Quixote family, right? You guys are really fooling around."

A helpless sigh came in.

Umit, who was frantically pouring himself wine, remembered something and put down the glass with a bang.

"Yes! This is Joker's territory. Do you want to go against that intermediary?" Umit shouted loudly to the three people in front of him, echoing the words of the person who just walked in, "Speaking of which, Joker is a man of means. Big evil guy, pissed him off..."

"Pfft~"

A contemptuous and lazy laugh interrupted his thoughts.

The surrounding oil lamps suddenly caught fire and lit up. The firelight reflected on the woman's delicate face, which was not gentle at all, but rather sinister.

Elleya stepped forward with her slender legs, walked to him and sat down, crossing her legs, and the nonsense trio stood around behind her.

Umit was stunned.

What else doesn't he understand? These people are all in the same group.

"You..." The dark circles under Umit's eyes darkened.

Elleya smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, King of Sea Transport. We have serious business to discuss with you. Of course, if you think this is just a small fight, we can also accept a fight with you. After all, we have to fight with you." Boxing... can convince people, right?"

Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Umit's heart skipped a beat for a moment, but how could he, a majestic shipping king, be afraid of this unknown child, so he immediately stood up and left.

"Originally Bailey's price is 28 cents. This is a discounted price. Do you think it's inappropriate?"

"I just want to make a long-term freight transaction with you. After all, your reputation in the underground world is still very good. I guess many big shots have cooperated with you, right?"

Elleya was in a good mood as she played with the wooden sign "No Smiling" that had just been taken down from the door with both hands.

She persuaded while slapping the rainbow fart.

It stands to reason that when a successful man is praised for his ability and reputation, he will feel a sense of superiority in his heart.

But Wumit was not like those hypocritical people. He turned around and snorted coldly: "You also know my power. I have no interest in making deals with people like you who have no value. It will only waste my time and energy, unless... ..We are divided into four and six, and I am six against you..."

He is just a bit obsessed with money, nothing else.

His eyes turned into Bailey's, and before he could finish his fantasy words, he was surrounded by four people.

"Bang -" Pei Na first swiped the stick under his thin and short legs.

Umit jumped away in panic.

Then another pair of slender legs swept past him.

"Dang——" Umit tripped and fell to the ground.

Then, the girl in a skirt stepped on his bulging belly, and a trace of sleepiness filled his brain.

Devil fruit?

Do not!

He can't shut down yet!

These little guys bully the small ones. He, the majestic King of Shipping, cannot be intimidated by this group of newcomers. He is not intimidated.

He raised his long arms and slapped Phil, who was stepping on her, with his big palms. The air in his palms gradually solidified as he grasped her.

Unfortunately, the sneak attack was unsuccessful, and his hand was pressed down by the two men.

Chakri stepped on his left arm, and Fina pressed his baseball bat against his right wrist.

overhead.

The woman looked down.

Although the woman's clear voice is pleasant to the ear, it can't help but be a bit cruel at this moment.

"Don't be so shameless. Don't you know if you can hit me? Sign an agreement with us honestly, or I will take off all your clothes and pants and throw them on top of the fountain in the Water City! Let Morgan take your The photos are sent to all over the world, so people on the road can see your..."

"You know Morgan, right? He's the president of World Economic News."

"Don't mention him to me!" Umit's gloomy face finally had some color, which was called shame. "I can cooperate! I still need my old face. It's just this kind of business. Peace is the most important thing. It’s important, but can it be 50-50?”

"Impossible! 20% is the highest price, not much more!" Alaya sternly refused.

It's not that she is stingy and insincere, but that she doesn't have much money.

A transaction of 28 cents is considered a preferential price. If it is not a discount, it means there is no cent at all. Isn’t this okay?

Umit choked.

Buy his business line at this price?

Newcomers look down on people so much.

Umit still wanted to struggle: "I..."

"Why are there so many nonsense! Let me reason with you. You are talking to us about money. Don't you know that this kind of thing can hurt your feelings!?"

Then the fist and hammer fell on his face.

Umit, who was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he lost his shirt, finally gave in.

"Stop picking! Please stop picking! I promised two to eight points, and you two... ow! No, you are eight, and I am two!"

Umit clutched his belt tightly, desperate for life.

It's better to just beat him up!

What kind of tactic is stripping clothes off!

"Stop! Me!"

"I'm the second one!"