King Snake General of Pirates

On the third floor of the tavern, the sound of talking suddenly stopped, and all that could be heard was the sound of rude chewing.

Next to the young man and the middle-aged man was a long wooden table, which was covered with a variety of food, which was continuously fed into a large mouth by a greasy and thick palm.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

It was the sound of the crisp melon skin being bitten open and the chewing of broken bones.

The middle-aged man's body was stiff and frightened. He didn't even dare to turn his head and look to the side. He just looked at each other blankly with the young man opposite. Until he finished the sentence he just said, the other man suddenly fell silent.

Thin cold sweat flowed from the middle-aged man's forehead.

At this time, a trace of disappointment flashed in the young man's eyes, and he shook his head: "Chopsticks are just tools. If you break a pair of chopsticks, someone else will have another pair. If it is just like this, you will never be able to make that person remember. You can never stop others from putting their chopsticks into your bowl."

"The one you should break off is... the person holding out the chopsticks."

A few minutes later, the bruised middle-aged man flew out of the third-floor window of the tavern and was swallowed by the darkness outside.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head without blushing or panting, and looked at the man next to him who was still overeating. He had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was tall and tall. He was [-] meters tall. The first smile from beginning to end.

"Flibat, the person you miss is here."

The strong man named Freebat had just grabbed a roast chicken and wanted to stuff it into his mouth when he heard the young man's words. He was stunned for a moment, then stood up with a loud sound and looked around for it.

In this world, there are only two people who can make his heart miss him.

One is Matthew, the young man in white. The other person is sitting in front of him at the moment, so the other one is self-evident.

Then a loud noise burst out of his mouth: "Hal! Where are you!"

"Hal, Freebat will beat you if you don't come out." The young man Matthew laughed and shifted his gaze from Freebat to the stairs.

In the shadows at the top of the stairs, Hal slowly walked out as if forcibly separated from the darkness, with a smile on his face that was different from when he was with the navy.

"Matthew, you shouldn't expose me. I also want to see when Freebat will find me."

"Hal, it's really you."

Freebat dropped the roast chicken in his hand and ran towards Hal happily.

A strong man over three meters tall was running in the tavern, and Hal even felt the floor shaking slightly.

"Stop, Freebat, look at your greasy palms, don't make my clothes dirty, it's expensive."

Hal raised his hand to stop Freebat. On the one hand, the opponent's hands were too greasy. If this got on his body, his clothes would be difficult to clean.

On the other hand, this guy is 1.8 meters tall and has ferocious hard muscles. Standing in front of Hal's [-] meter height, he looks like a hill.

If it were hit by him, it would not be able to take off on the same spot.

But the honest and honest Freebat didn't think so much, and didn't care about Hal's "thin arms and legs". He excitedly grabbed Hal's armpits with his still greasy palms and lifted him up.

"We haven't seen you for so long. Matthew and I thought you had been abducted."

"Put him down, Freebat. If you are kidnapped one day, Hal will not be sold."

Matthew poked Freebat with his famous sword, and then he obediently put Hal down.

Hal straightened his clothes and did not blame Freebat for soiling his clothes. He came and sat down opposite Matthew.

Hal, Dwyer Matthew and Freebat, the three of them grew up together in the slums of the Kingdom of Androser. They were as close as brothers, and they were relatives who could completely entrust their lives to each other.

The oldest one is Hal, 21 years old, and Matthew is one year younger than Hal. The largest Flibart is two years younger than Matthew and three years younger than Hal.

They met in the slums when they were children. They started to pick up scraps in the garbage dump together when they were hungry, fished together in the sea, and even grabbed supplies together when they were too hungry and had no other choice.

No matter how badly they were bullied by others, the three weak people always supported each other and worked hard to survive.

Until they got out of the slums, Hal later joined the navy, while Matthew and Freebat wandered around the kingdom of Androser.

Originally, Hal proposed that the three of them join the navy together. No matter how they got along, at least they could take care of each other.

But Matthew rejected the suggestion.

Slowly, Hal got an official position in the navy, while Matthew relied on his innate genius wisdom and the monster-like brute force that Flibatt grew up to succeed in the Kingdom of Androser. Controlled some gang forces.

Matthew likes to drink all kinds of fragrant tea. On the surface, he is gentle and hospitable, harmless to humans and animals, but only those who have in-depth contact with him will know his sharp skills. In terms of damage, he will never be inferior to the monster who looks full of strength. of Freebat.

After pouring a cup of still warm tea for Hal, Matthew glanced at the things Hal put on the table and teased: "Well, it seems we have to call Hal Mr. Major from now on."

"Why is it a major? I remember Hal is not a captain?" The clumsy Freebat scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face.

"You, it would be great if you can use your brain as much as Matthew, otherwise sooner or later you will be deceived and lose both your life and property."

Hal picked up the document that Flibart had grabbed from the table and had greasy palm prints on it. He glanced at Flibart and said, "I just came out of Branch 53 and got a promotion order."

"Hey, sorry."

The palm prints on the document were clearly visible, and even the clumsy Freebat knew that this was his own masterpiece. He laughed awkwardly a few times before saying unconvincedly:

"It's too hard to use your brain. I can't turn my brain around. If it hurts again, I will become a demented Flibart. Besides, it's not enough for you two to do things that use your brain. You two A smart monster."

"Yes, yes, yes, Hal and I are responsible for using our brains, and you are responsible for using our brains to break down all the obstacles that block us. Hal and I are smart monsters. What kind of monster are you, a powerful monster?"

Matthew rolled his eyes at Freebat.

Hal couldn't help but interjected: "If you ask me, Freebat is a delicious monster."

Being teased by Hal and Matthew all the time, Freebat ran angrily to the table next to him. There was a lot of food on it. He stuffed it into his mouth one by one and whimpered vaguely: "It's edible. That’s good, otherwise how would you grow taller?”

Matthew stopped teasing Flibart. He looked at Hal, suddenly curious.

"Didn't you say that Colonel Valentine couldn't deal with you? Why did you suddenly get promoted?"