A Pirate's Counting Life

Mark slipped out of the warship and walked towards the snack street. Suddenly, a lonely figure on the roadside attracted his attention.

Seeing the thin old man in ragged clothes squatting and shivering in the corner of the street, Mark showed a trace of sympathy on his face. He slowly walked up to the old man and looked at the Bailey in the other man's bowl.

Finding that there were two thousand-denomination bills, Mark felt that there were still many good people in the world. He reached out and took out his two hundred beli, thought for a moment, and finally put the hundred beli into the opponent's bowl with a pained look on his face.

"Young man, take it back"

"No, no, no, old man, please accept it. This is a little bit of my appreciation."

Mark smiled and waved his hand. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw the old man taking out the one hundred denomination note from the bowl and throwing it to the ground. Just as Mark was about to get angry, he heard the old man's disdainful voice.

"Bah, if you don't have money, don't imitate people's kindness. Using a counterfeit currency to fool an old man will make you happy? You are a scumbag and a worm in society!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stuffed the Baileys in the bowl into his arms, preparing to change his working environment. Mark twitched the corner of his mouth and stuffed the last hundred Baileys into the old man's bowl. He had committed this love today.

"Go away! Stop fooling me with counterfeit money. Just because my eyesight is bad doesn't mean I'm blind. Believe it or not, I'm going to give you two big mouths!"

Mark looked at the figure walking away while cursing, and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He originally wanted to use the two hundred Baileys to eat the Overlord meal, so as to leave some thoughts for his boss and make himself feel better at the same time.

but now……

Mark looked at the counterfeit money on the ground and shook his head helplessly. He didn't need money, but he still had to eat.

Looking at the busy restaurants around him, Mark shook his head. He would not be happy eating in such a crowded restaurant, and the food was probably not served as fast as he could eat.

He walked all the way to the end of the street before finding an empty restaurant. Looking at the owner's shiny bald head, messy beard, and vaguely fierce look in his eyes, Mark understood why there was no business here.

"Guest, would you like something to eat?"

Listening to the boss's fierce tone, Mark pointed at the menu casually and said softly, "As long as it's on this, I'll be fine. I have a big appetite and I'm not picky about food. Please give me a portion for 100 people."

The boss looked Mark up and down and nodded after being silent for a second, and said roughly, "Okay! Please wait a moment!"

Mark held his head with one hand and looked at the boss who was busy in the kitchen. The other party's knife skills were very good. He had only seen this kind of knife skills on Ophelia. From this alone, Mark could conclude that the other party's cooking skills were not too bad. .

After all, if you don't really love cooking, who would specialize in practicing this kind of knife skills? Wouldn't it be nice for him to have the time to learn some sword skills and go out to sea to make a career.

In less than 10 minutes, a plate of shredded potatoes was brought up. Looking at the shredded potatoes that were about to overflow the plate, Mark smelled the fragrance in the air.

Pick up a handful with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. It tastes crispy and delicious. I can't help but give the boss a thumbs up.

The bald man who was cooking showed a ferocious smile to Mark and continued to stir-fry the dishes in the pot. Mark could clearly sense the happy mood exuding from the other person's body.

But the other party's smile was a bit unflattering. No wonder no one dared to come. Those who didn't know it thought the other party was angry. The bald man cooked very quickly, almost as fast as Mark's eating speed.

After eating the food for 100 people, Mark picked his teeth and bowed respectfully to the boss.

"Thank you for the hospitality!"

"You're welcome, Chenghui 20 Baileys."

The boss touched the back of his head with his left hand, showed a ferocious smile on his face, and stretched out his right hand towards Mark, as if he would kill you if you dared to bargain.

But Mark could feel the restraint emanating from the other person, and after thinking about it, he decided not to eat the Overlord Meal. After all, it seemed that the other person was not living a good life. He only ate the Overlord Meal to experience that kind of mood. Until now, The situation is obviously not suitable for experience

"Ahem, what about that? I came out in a hurry and didn't bring Bailey with me. Can you give me some time to get it? Or let me use the phone bug and I'll have someone send me the money."

"No, no, no, I'll treat you to this meal when everyone is in trouble."

Although the boss spoke with concern, the expression on his face became more fierce. Mark walked behind the counter and picked up the phone and dialed the phone he left on the warship.

"Bru~Bru"

Mark looked at the phone bug in his pocket speechlessly. He remembered putting this little guy on the table when he was changing clothes, but why did it come to him again?

Mark was speechless as he hung up the phone and dialed another number. Soon the navigator's confused voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Go and ask Shirley to pick me up at the restaurant at the end of the food court with 20 Baileys."

After Mark finished speaking, he hung up the phone. The navigator, who was a little confused, suddenly woke up. He jumped up from the bed, threw on a few clothes and rushed towards the room where Shirley was, shouting as he ran.

"Oops! Major General Mark was caught!"

Shirley, who was discussing clothes with Ophelia, rushed out of the room after hearing this, grabbed the navigator by the collar and said in a bad tone

"What nonsense! How could Mark be caught!"

"Major...Major General"

Seeing the navigator who was having trouble breathing, Shirley threw him to the ground and said coldly, "Tell me everything you know! If you miss a word, I'll kill you!"

The navigator, who was still complaining a little, suddenly shivered after hearing Shirley's cold words. He nodded quickly and quickly recalled what Mark had just said in his mind.

"The major general asked you to take 2000 million beli to the restaurant at the end of the food court to redeem him. The major general's voice was helpless with a sigh, so I guess he was caught."

After saying this, the navigator lowered his head and did not dare to look at Shirley's face. The surrounding temperature made him feel the breath of death.

"Okay! Very good! I want to see who is so brave!"

Shirley glanced at the navigator on the ground with murderous eyes, turned to Ophelia and said, "I'll go take a look. You can guard the warship here and be ready to set sail at any time!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shirley used the razor to leave the cabin and came to the deck. She jumped off the warship and headed towards the food court, quickly disappearing at the pier.

Not long after Mark hung up the phone and sat down, a powerful aura appeared in his perception range. Feeling Shirley's violent and murderous emotions, Mark's heart trembled.

No way... He just spent 20 Baileys on a meal, and Shirley was going to kill him with a knife?So cruel?

Before Mark could find a place to hide, Shirley's cold voice came in.

"Who dares to ask me to redeem someone for 2000 million beli! Don't come out yet!"

Shirley was standing on the street five meters away from the store. Just now, she had sensed Mark's aura on the warship with her sense of sight. She found that his aura was stable and did not look injured, and there were only two auras in the store.

In addition, that one didn't look like it could defeat Mark. She thought it was because the opponent was hiding it too well, so she prepared to sense it after getting closer, but she still only sensed the aura of two people.

Shirley's brows were furrowed as if she were facing a formidable enemy, a strong man who could make Mark captured without resistance, a strong man who could not sense what he saw, heard, and felt. A series of things made her lose her bearings.