Battle of Pirates Bear Roar

Someone dares to challenge me

Locke didn't realize it for a moment. He was three meters tall and couldn't be hugged by two people in terms of waist size. He was wearing a bronze armor and looked very domineering no matter how he looked.

A guy who has never even killed a chicken dares to laugh out loud.

Locke stood up awkwardly and turned his head, wanting to teach the other party a lesson.

Then, I realized I had made a mistake.

Those words were not spoken to myself, but to the guests at the other table.

Locke didn't pay attention just now, but he saw that the guy two seats away from here was also a strong man who could eat.

There were stacks of empty plates on the table. There were probably hundreds of them.

The man who ate it happened to be small.

About one meter, shorter than Aya.

He has a baby-fat face, upturned eyebrows, and a crew cut. His hair color is white in the middle and black on the left and right sides.

"We've got a good show to watch." Locke sat down.

Gudong, the flat-headed man ignored the taunt and continued to eat the food. He cut it quickly with the knife, put it into his mouth after picking up the fork.

The sarcastic person did not continue speaking. He was just trying to show his nobility in front of his female companion, but the other party did not respond. He hugged her and continued to move forward, saying something else.

Locke picked up a plate of fish, "It's strange, that fierce look is definitely not a character who can remain indifferent to ridicule."

Mihawk also glanced at it.

No one could ignore the hawk's eyes, and the crew-cut man glanced back warily.

Both were amazed at the look in each other's eyes.

If the crew-cut man were a swordsman, Mihawk would definitely be tempted to fight.

But the other party is not.

"It's a pity." He looked away and took a sip of his wine.

Locke took the food and poured it into his mouth, and continued to sweep the food on the table.

"what"

A scream came.

Locke turned his head.

The flat-headed man jumped on the table of the man who had laughed at him before, stabbed the man's palm with a silver knife, and said calmly: "I'll tell you two things. First, I hate being disturbed when I'm eating.

Second, I appreciate your taste in women. "

The man roared: "You bastard, how dare you do this to me."

The flat-headed man pulled out the knife, stuck it directly into the opponent's head, and pushed him back.

The guests and waiters at the scene screamed.

The crew-cut man turned around and looked at the frightened woman. He walked over and rubbed her cheek with his bloody hands. "Don't be afraid. I don't kill women."

"Thank you, thank you." Tears flowed from the woman's eyes. She didn't know whether she was sad for her boyfriend's death or happy to have escaped death.

The crew-cut man smiled and said, "You only need to answer one question for me. Have you ever seen a man with a tattoo on his back that looks like a nautical chart?"

"No." the woman finished.

"So good," the flat-headed man pinched her plump breasts, jumped off the table, and ran outside.

When passing by Locke's table, he glanced at it and ran away without caring.

Locke didn't care, stood up and said: "How much?"

The waitress on the side hadn't left yet and said: "The total is 56 Baileys."

"Haha, I'll give you 60, and I'll use the rest as a tip. You can still stick here in the face of such a situation. You are really dedicated."

Locke took out a large stack of Baileys from the box. He didn't count much, maybe more than 60.

The waitress was embarrassed to say that she was so scared that her legs were weak, "Thank you, you are such a good bear."

Locke chuckled and left the restaurant with Mihawk.

There was some chaos outside, and the security team quickly pushed through the crowd and ran into the restaurant.

"It's getting late, let's go get our clothes."

Locke put his arm around Mihawk's shoulders and walked towards the clothing store.

The clothes in the store were ready. Locke took off his armor, put on a cowhide vest, denim shorts, a wide-brimmed and high-top felt hat, and stood in front of the mirror.

The female shop assistant immediately praised: "So handsome, customer, this outfit suits you so well, do you want to buy another one?"

"No need." Locke was not interested in making another set. He picked up the heavy armor and high boots, "Let's go back to Brian's place first."

Mihawk nodded, "Yeah."

Returning from the third area to the eighth area, my nose can smell a strange smell again, the air has become warmer, and the sound of tinkling is endless.

"It's a shame they can bear it." Locke complained.

Mihawk replied: "This is their fate."

From the Four Seas to the Grand Line, there are many people who never leave the island in their entire lives.

These people are immersed in work and have no chance to take risks. Occasionally, being able to drink a glass of wine during their free time is a great joy.

Locke didn't want to think about those heavy things and looked around, "Oops, I forgot how to go back."

Mihawk said: "Follow me."

The roads in District [-] are chaotic. Mihawk has already noted that he is not a road fool, unlike a certain man who will inspire to become the world's strongest swordsman in the future.

Turning left and right on the trail, Brian's dilapidated workshop appeared in front of him, with a lot of garbage piled outside.

Locke was a little surprised and said: "What are you doing?"

The dusty Aiya dragged a garbage bag that was taller than a person, and crushed cockroaches that fled in the wrong direction with her feet. "This old man's house is simply a garbage station."

"Haha, I have been single for 65 years, and it was not in vain. These are all proof of my survival."

Brian also came out dragging a bag of trash.

Inside were wine bottles, snack bags, and various cockroaches, bedbugs, and mice crawling around.

"Oops, I want to throw up." Locke yelled.

Mihawk doesn't look good either. He is a very clean person. Every day he wakes up, combs his short hair, tidies his collar, and remembers to wipe it with paper towels before and after meals.

There is so much garbage, beyond imagination.

Brian wiped his sweat and said, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up and it will be clean enough for people to live in."

Locke turned around and said, "I think it's better to stay in a hotel."

Mihawk agreed, "Okay."

When Aiya heard this, she said angrily: "Hey, why do you have to live here when I work so hard to help?"

Bang, a mouse was trampled to death by her excitement.

Locke scratched his chin and said helplessly: "Okay, you continue to clean up."

Brian blew his beard and glared: "Do you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? Please help me."

Locke didn't want to help because he was afraid of bugs crawling on him, which made his hair stand on end just thinking about it.

Mihawk showed disgust on his face.

"Come here quickly," Brian yelled, "throw this garbage into the recycling bin, right at the end of the road."

Locke stared at Mihawk.

He said calmly: "Remember it, your appearance is not suitable for being cute at all."

"It's a sin to be too domineering." Locke sighed and walked into the workshop. The lobby had been cleaned up, leaving behind his armor and shoes.

Mihawk walked in, put down the windbreaker he bought, rolled up his sleeves, "Solve it quickly."

"Yeah, I hate this rotten smell."

Locke waved his paw at the tip of his nose, walked out of the door, picked up a large garbage bag with one paw, and ran towards the end of the path.

It took more than an hour to throw away the trash at Brian's house and sweep the floor clean.

Locke felt itchy all over, "There must be bugs crawling on me. Damn it, I have to take a bath in the bathhouse."

There is a large bathhouse in District 36, located in Building [-].

"Old man, Mihawk, do you want to go?"

Mihawk also felt itchy and nodded: "Go."

Brian opened his mouth to agree, then thought about it, shook his head and said, "No, I can just wash it at home."

"Don't worry, I'll ask you to wash it."

"Pfft, haha, no, you go and wash it." Brian laughed, but still didn't agree.