Fairy’s Box

"Wait a minute!"|

Sloan the Red Beard suddenly raised his voice.

"What? Do you want to go back on it!?"

Yale was so angry that his veins throbbed violently.

"This is nine hundred sols..."

Red Beard spread out his left hand gloomily, twisted the nine banknotes into a fan, and spread out his right hand:

"There are fifty sols here and there... And fifty? Do you want to get away with it?"

Yale was a little stunned at the moment, and started to calculate with effort.

(In the beginning, I had fifty Sols, and I got a thousand Sols for the boat, minus one hundred Sols from the ticket, leaving... 950 Sols... I actually forgot about the increase in the boat tickets!)

"What!? Wouldn't it be 50 less? Can't you be accommodating!?"

Yale still maintains an awe-inspiring attitude on the surface. Although he is too ashamed in his heart, at least he can't lose his aura!

"A thousand sols, you can't have one less, and one of your tickets is only fifty."

"Isn't it a hundred!? You profiteer! Sure enough, you are sitting on the ground and raising the price!"

Taking the initiative to expose himself, how could Yale pass such an opportunity.

"…"

The ugly face of the red-bearded Slok distorted in an instant. He had long forgotten about it, and he said with all his might:

"Yours is the last one. It must be more expensive, and the price will definitely rise if there is no market price. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"It's still arrogant! Is this rule ordered by your captain? I want to see the captain! I want to see the captain!"

"Let go!" "Just don't let go!"

The two scuffled again, and Yale still had the absolute upper hand. In the blink of an eye, he had swelled Slok's left eye and cheek, and brutally and continuously attacked the opponent's left face.

"Let go, let go! What's going on!"

The cabin was not closed, and a large wave of sailors poured in directly, all sleepy, angry, and fierce.

Anyone who is disturbed by a dream in the middle of the night will probably have this attitude.

"I'm the captain, can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

A middle-aged woman in pajamas among the sailors spoke, which was a little red among the ten thousand green leaves.

"Woooooo! Woohoo!" (Master Captain, save me, someone is beating someone here!)

Red-bearded Slok is now being pressed under Yalei, his face is red and swollen from the beating, and he already lacks teeth. Now his speech is more leaky, and non-professionals can't understand it at all.

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly? Speak to me!" The female captain became a little irritable.

Yale forgot to retort, shouldn't the captain be lame, wearing a high-brimmed hat, a steel hook in one hand, and a black cloth on one eye? At least there should be a parrot or monkey on the shoulder, right? So unprofessional!

"It's like this..."

The lame doctor who was hanging on the side said:

"Someone here has appendicitis, but he has no money to buy medicines. This young man wanted to help him, but he didn't have enough money, he was still 50 short of it. Slok Slok disagreed, and then the two quarreled for a while and decided to wrestle. If he wins, the fifty Saul will be counted on Slok's head. If Slok wins, the young man will have to work a month on the ship, which is considered to be the advance of medicine money."

"Oh? Righteousness! Badmouth Slok is also the No. 1 character on our ship. You are so young, you dare to fight him one-on-one, I admire!"

The middle-aged woman gave Yale a thumbs up, then waved her hand:

"You continue, we will be witnesses!"

Could this be the legendary... good guy? Yale gratefully looked at the first-line lame doctor, who winked at him.

The sailors also boiled, rolled up their sleeves, and began to bet one after another. The captain took the initiative to sit in the village and began to collect money. The atmosphere suddenly became warm, and he took the initiative to clear the venue.

"Woooooo!! Wooooooooo!! Wooooooooooo!!"

The only objection is probably Slok, who is being destroyed, but this person has already lost his ability to speak, so that little opinion is not important.

Ignoring Slok's begging for mercy, Yale rode on his back, grabbed his legs, and used his waist strength to exert force! Lean back!

"Reverse shrimp type fixed!"

Slok's facial features huddled together and slapped the floor in pain.

"Could this be the legendary, waist tearer, fixed in reverse shrimp shape! So cruel! So bloody! One! Two! Three!"

The captain's eyes twinkled, temporarily acting as an interpreter.

"I'm so violent!" This is the typical sailor, humanoid gorilla, full of muscles.

"Work hard! The reverse shrimp type is fixed with an arch bridge to fall back!" Most of these are wrestling enthusiasts.

"Nice job!" This person must have hatred for Slok.

Eat my big arch bridge and fall! Eat Me Inverse Cross Fixed! Eat my cross lock wrist and fall! Eat Me Deep Water Big Bang! Eat my flying arm! eat me…

Yale perfectly reproduces a series of gorgeous wrestling skills, and the sailor is so excited that he is almost addicted. The captain even screamed harshly and tore off his pajamas, revealing a large area of ​​white.

Slok no longer had the strength to mourn. He felt like a sandbag, completely helpless to be stabbed by his opponent in various ways.

He wanted to just pass out, but his opponent was very precise, and the hit was very painful, but he didn't hurt his muscles, which was a little too professional.

In the end, Yale lived up to expectations and won by a landslide, and amid the howls of sailors, the captain rewarded the winner of the "race" with a kiss.

Redbeard Slok was thrown aside like a spoiled rag doll, his face was completely different, and no one cared about it.

"Cough, although I don't want to disturb everyone's interest, there are already people here who are dying."

The lame doctor pointed with one finger at Thrall, who was pale and close to fainting, and pointed at Slok, who had passed out with the other:

"There are also people here who need to be rescued."

"Quick, quick! It's important to save people!"

Under the captain's command, the sailors carried Thrall and Slok into the infirmary with all their might, and yawned afterward to make up for the cage.

"Thank you, old man."

In the infirmary of the merchant ship, Yale sincerely thanked the lame doctor.

"Don't worry, this **** Slok, I have long wanted to clean him up. I have nothing but money in my eyes, and everyone on the boat has been shamed by him."

The old doctor fed Thrall the medicine, and then began to take out the bottles and jars to treat the trauma for Slok:

"Tsk tsk, the injury is all skin trauma, and even the anti-inflammatory drugs are omitted. Young people, have you practiced less?"

"It's just some family martial arts..."

Looking at Slok, who was still grinning in his sleep, Yale asked melancholy:

"But if you do this, what will you do with revenge after Slok is injured?"

"He didn't dare, it was my daughter who kissed you just now."

The old man gave Yale a sly smile, showing his straight teeth.