Pirate Journalist

Chapter 3 Tattoos
To be precise, Murphy is not the kind of guy who can hide among a large group of pirates.

Although the clothes he was wearing were a bit worn out, they were well-groomed. With fair skin and black fine hair, he looked gentle and refined. Even in his previous life, he was often the focus of the crowd, let alone in this one. In a town that doesn't fit in with him.

Even though he intends to hide himself, the sense of existence is like boiling water, constantly leaking out.

Fortunately, at this moment, the whole scene was frantic, and the attention of the pirates was on Bailey, and only a few people noticed the guy who had just been robbed.

To be honest, this bag of Baileys is actually not much, it's just a month's salary for an intern.

But converted into coins, there are still a lot, plus the sensory stimulation of sound, herd mentality and other factors, the whole scene is chaotic.

The current scene is just like someone in the previous life took 2000 yuan, converted it into 10 yuan cash, and sprinkled it at the entrance of the vegetable market.

Not only that, but after the sprinkle, they also shouted: "Pick up money!"

Immediately afterwards, there were crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder.

The effect achieved by these two scenarios is almost the same.

The drunk obviously found that things were beyond his expectations. The speed at which he picked up coins by himself was nowhere near the speed of a group of people, and he immediately became anxious.

"Get the hell out of here, this is... this is my money!"

While pushing and shoving the pirates beside him, he shouted drunkenly.

From time to time, coins leaked from between his fingers and rolled aside.

"Come on! What you say is yours is yours?"

"It was yours just now, now it's mine, haha!"

"You didn't snatch it, you really think we are blind!"

It's a pity that no one took his words to heart, they were all pirates who made their living on the tip of their swords, the powerful ones had already sailed away, and those who remained, no one could say they were afraid of anyone.

What's more, people with a little bit of ability will not crowd around for the coins in this place.

"I didn't steal it! It was... originally mine! This is... my money for buying wine!"

The drunk's eyes were reddened, he pulled out the long knife from his waist, and slashed at the person beside him, while yelling indistinctly.

Beside him was a short-haired pirate, who suddenly felt the lingering wind of the knife, and quickly rolled around like a lazy donkey, barely avoiding the knife.

"you wanna die!?"

The short-haired pirate suddenly walked between life and death, and immediately glared and yelled at the drunk.

He also drew out his saber, rushed forward without showing any weakness, and slashed at the drunk man.

At the moment when their swords collided, and their attention was firmly on each other, a small figure suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and appeared behind the drunk at a speed that could barely be considered fast.

Murphy felt that he had never been so focused before. He concentrated all his strength on one point, and stabbed hard with the knife in his hand.

He was worried that with his 5 points of strength, he wouldn't be able to pierce the dense muscles of the drunk man, but fortunately, a bright red color stained the drunk man's clothes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Murphy didn't even have time to pull out the knife, so he hurriedly backed away.

In his judgment, the drunk would definitely pull back and fight back at him immediately, he thought it would be difficult for him to take a single blow.

However, the imaginary flash of the knife did not appear. It was not until Murphy took two steps back that the drunk man realized that he had been stabbed in the back.

His reaction was surprisingly slow, but after thinking about it, the nerve paralysis caused by a large amount of alcohol made this result reasonable again.

The drunk man turned his head and gave Murphy a vicious look, and said through gritted teeth, "I should have broken your leg first if I knew it! Just wait for me, and I'll come and deal with you right away!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his knife and slashed at the short-haired pirate opposite him with a sudden force. The short-haired pirate also went up to him without showing weakness.

The situation of the battle was beyond everyone's expectations. The drunk man was extremely powerful. With just a few blows, the balance of victory was already distorted.

"Give me death!"

clang!
The drunk roared angrily, then slashed down the long knife heavily, and the violent force spread out suddenly, crushing the opponent immobilized.

"Show me, this is the end!"

Thanks to the wound on his back, in just a few seconds, the drunk seemed to be fully awake.

I saw his right foot stepping heavily on the ground, twisting his whole body, and the strength of his whole body instantly pressed on the short-haired pirate.

With a click, the short-haired pirate's long knife snapped.

Then the drunk man slashed across with a knife, and blood rushed to the sky.

The short-haired pirate's body split into two in an instant, half of his body was supported by his feet, and the other half had already fallen to the ground. His face still showed a look of panic, but his eyes were completely lost.

"It's your turn, brat! Prepare to die!"

The drunk turned around and grinned grimly at Murphy, sending out a death notice.

His body was covered with blood, like a ghost, he walked towards Murphy with heavy steps.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity!"

"Isn't it just that I was robbed of a purse, just pass it with patience, young man!"

"It's probably a one-knife thing!"

Just now, everyone was surprised by the new twists and turns in the incident, but in a blink of an eye, there was only sympathy for Murphy.

No one thought that this drunk man was so strong. I'm afraid this young man will soon go to hell like the short-haired pirate just now.

Like everyone else, Murphy was surprised by the strength of the drunk, but his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He stared at the drunk man more carefully than anyone else, and he keenly noticed that the drunk's pace slowed down and wobbled.

After a few short steps, not only Murphy, but everyone onlookers noticed the change in the drunk.

"Is this guy still drunk?"

"Hey, look, his body has turned blue!"

"Did you eat some devil fruit? The body will change color?"

"What happened to him, suddenly rolling on the ground!?"

Murphy stood quietly three steps in front of the drunk man, watching the drunk man who was striding like flying just now tremble, his body turned blue, and then rolled on the ground like a madman.

He covered his neck with his left hand, trying to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. His right hand kept scratching all over his body, and his body was covered with bruises in a short while.

His eyes showed horror, and he stared straight at Murphy standing in front of him, as if he believed that the person in front of him was the culprit.

Just a moment.

The drunk man had already breathed in less and exhaled more, and he no longer scratched with his right hand, but pointed at Murphy with a trembling index finger, his eyes full of viciousness and resentment.

Until his last moment, this posture did not change again.

Murphy watched the drunk who bullied him the whole time, without blinking his eyes, as if watching the end of a drama.

This is his first time to kill someone, but it will definitely not be the last time. Two months of experience and nurturing have already made him understand that death can be seen everywhere.

If he couldn't bear to look directly at the enemy's struggle before death, how would he set sail, and how would he face the chaotic dance of demons in the era of great pirates.

"This is dead, what did that kid do?"

"I don't want this coin anymore, there is a curse!"

"Wait, I've seen this before. This is the symptom of being poisoned by a deadly jellyfish!"

Panic was like a gust of wind, and the entire onlooker circle backed up a few steps and expanded instantly.

Only Murphy's small figure remained motionless, still stuck in place, looking particularly eye-catching.

He who was calm just now, now his eyes are dull, and the expression on his face flickers like a candle.

He looked at the corpse on the ground. The drunk man was struggling and rolling on the ground before he died. His sleeves had been torn, and a strange tooth-shaped tattoo was exposed on his arm.

This is not the first time he has seen this tattoo.

Bar owner Nelson also has teeth tattooed on his arm.

Both are exactly the same.

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