The Scourge of Pirates

Chapter 8: Visitor

Chapter 8 Guests

Flower Street?

Isn't that modern-red beep beep area?

Where does Sol go for morning exercises?

That kind of figure and age...

Maude felt speechless.

The shop is open for business, but the door can be quite different.

Sunny didn't let Maude do anything, and Maude didn't take the initiative to take care of it.

He leaned against the corner, closed his eyes and continued to comb through the memories of One Piece.

When the memory is almost sorted out, you have to pick up the [daily exercise] that has been abandoned for a long time.

After all, Hunter Note will not be able to provide substantial assistance in the short term unless there is a second Watt delivered.

Time passed bit by bit.

Two hours passed without a single guest.

Maude glanced at Sunny, who was sitting in the counter, holding a newspaper and looking back and forth.

Judging from the calm reaction of the other party, poor business is the normal state of this weapon shop.

Moreover, it seems too quiet.

Maude turned to look at the concealed bilateral wooden door.

As an inaccessible zone where armed fights can happen at any time on the street, after a few hours, only the sound of small footsteps passing by the store can be heard.

Strangely, Maude walked towards the store door.

Seeing that there was no response from Sonny, Maude opened the wooden door at ease, and then leaned out most of his body to take a look.

After a while, Maude retreated and closed the door silently.

Mad, isn't this a roadway in a residential area?

No wonder it's so quiet most of the time.

Open the weapon shop to this location, without knowing it, thinking that your house sells alcohol.

Maude breathed out fragrance in his heart.

The compulsion of Mad Hatter conceived with simple intelligence is gradually declining.

He suddenly had the urge to go to the street outside, but it quickly extinguished.

If you have time to think about that kind of thing, it's better to figure out how to get a gun from Sol.

Maude turned around and walked towards the corner.

Only a few steps out, the store door was suddenly pushed open.

Maude looked back subconsciously, and after seeing the person who came, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

There was a group of three people standing in front of the door, looking like they were walking side by side, but in fact, the men on the left and right sides habitually lag behind by half of their body to highlight the identity of the man in the middle.

The man on the left has curly hair, a long-tube smooth-bore flintlock on his back, and a five-finger-wide earth-colored belt slung across his waist. On the left side of the belt is a cloth bag full of ammunition.

The man on the right is obese, but his height weighs over the other two men.

He is wearing a green headscarf on his head, a pair of small burgundy sunglasses that are extremely inconsistent with his face, and a half-eaten meat in his hand.

The wooden bilateral door was pushed open by the man in the middle.

The man looked at Maude, who reacted abnormally, and smiled heartily: "Brother, did you just touch you?"

..........

Mad Hatter Town, Wangjiao Street.

It is adjacent to the bar street and is also the location of the black market.

Any transaction that cannot be seen can be carried out in an open and fair manner here.

Wangjiao Street is centered on the largest auction site in Mad Hat Town, and various places linked to the black industry radiate out to the surroundings.

The [House of Beauty] where Arthur worked is also included.

As a funeral director, he has endless business all day long.

Of course, most of the business was acquired by him by "ability."

Today is a rare holiday for him once a month. In order to enjoy this good time, he has already arranged the schedule full in advance yesterday.

However, when he was full and ready to go to Huajie to exercise, he had a bad premonition just hearing the phone bug ring.

Half an hour later, he returned to work.

It is involuntary to work for others.

While lamenting in his heart, he changed into work clothes.

Uniforms, masks, armbands with the word "death" painted on them.

These three things are the standard equipment for funeral directors after joining.

After changing his work clothes, Arthur waited for the next instruction.

Colleagues hurriedly returned to [Aimei Home] one after another, all of them were called back temporarily by the boss.

"Why are you back? Isn't it possible that the ‘pig factory’ is in trouble again?"

"Yes, what happened this morning was again because a group of slaves gathered to riot."

"How many slaves were killed or injured this time?"

"I don't know, it's more serious than last time."

"Hey, I thought it was a big order, but it turned out to be bad work over there."

A funeral director complained.

The leading funeral director glanced at the colleagues present, and said calmly: "We will leave when everyone is there."

Arthur sat in an inconspicuous corner, silently listening to the chats of his colleagues.

It turned out that there was another trouble in [Pig Factory], and it must have killed and injured many slaves.

In other words, I have to be busy today.

And it's still a job with more living and less money.

Arthur sighed in his heart.

A rare holiday...

"I heard that there will be several blockbuster auction items at the end of the month."

"What auction item?"

"A devil fruit, a famous sword and a murloc slave."

"Really? Where did you hear the news? You know before the auction sells the brochure?"

"I swear by my personality!"

"That's fake."

"?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that I was a ruthless funeral director. Personality stuff was lost as early as when I joined the job. Why would I swear by something else?"

In the corner, Arthur's ears moved, and he glanced at a few colleagues who were whispering in the distance.

Devil fruit and famous sword?

Arthur was a little surprised, but would not easily believe the truth of these news.

Although in this mixed place, thanks to things like alcohol, some gossip may indeed come out faster than regular news, but the devil fruit is extremely rare.

If the auction started, I'm afraid it would have been publicized long ago.

"Devil fruit..."

There was a look of desire in Arthur's eyes.

Given his income level, at least he has to eat or drink for decades before he has a chance to compete.

If the auction at the end of the month really has devil fruits, even if you are not eligible to bid, you can join in the fun.

As for the famous knife, the old guy Thor should be interested.

.........

Pub Street, a certain pub.

It was noon, but the pub was full of voices.

As one of the big players in the Golden Cave, the bar has always been one of the first choice places for pirates to consume, and it is not surprising that there will be such a source of tourists.

Kidd occupies a table alone, and it looks so different in this slightly crowded tavern.

Despite this, no one bothered him.

Because the dozen or so pirates lying on the ground are warnings.

At this moment, a man wearing a blue mask walked into the tavern, looked around, and then walked straight to the table where Kidd was.

When he came to the table where Kidd was, the mask man sat down directly.

Kidd raised his head and glanced at the mask man, and said, "Hey."

The mask man nodded and asked, "Did you buy a gun?"

"No."

Kidd shook his head.

"Bought it?"

"No, the boss doesn't sell me."

"Not selling you? What's the matter?"