The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Due to its geographical location, the Chabaoti Archipelago remains prosperous even if the sky curtain appears and cannot change its economic status in the Grand Route.

The frequency of the Celestial Dragons coming here to shop has decreased significantly recently. People from all walks of life living here can roughly guess why, because the Gods are afraid. It turns out that they will also have a day of fear.

Although the celestial phenomena above their heads have stopped changing, this major event has completely stripped off the sacred cloak of the Celestial Dragons. They are not true gods and will die if they encounter stronger violence.

Im is already well-known to everyone. People living in the Sabaody Archipelago refer to him as the black tentacle monster, and the discussion about him has never stopped. Even though the World Government has violent agencies like the Navy, it cannot stop people from talking.

The 70th island of the Sabaody Archipelago is a relatively peaceful area. Tourists and pirates will stay in hotels and rest here. If outsiders cause trouble, the island's administrators will send thugs to clean up the scene. The protection fees paid by the hotel every month are not in vain.

“Is this hotel going to change its sign?”

A white-haired aboriginal stopped in front of the inn and saw with his own eyes the words on the Pawn Shop No. 8 sign, which was being replaced with the old sign of the original inn with the collaborative work of two sturdy men.

"The store I just bought cost me a lot of money. Every building in the Chabaoti Archipelago is really worth a lot of money."

A skinny young man suddenly appeared next to the old man, full of approachable aura and completely non-aggressive.

The old man looked at the new neighbor carefully. He had neither the temperament of an aristocrat nor that of a nouveau riche, and he just had an ordinary face. Thrown into a crowd, he had no special features at all and could be considered the most common type of person.

"Bruce Lee, this is my business card. We will be neighbors from now on, so please take good care of my business." The young man handed over a black business card and a thousand Baileys bill.

A stranger will not help you for no reason, but for the sake of money, the old man accepted the business card from Bailey and might publicize the matter of Pawn Shop No. 8 in his tavern.

The old man had achieved his purpose of coming here. After meeting the new boss, he had no reason to stay here any longer. After waving goodbye to the young man, he walked back to his residence.

Suddenly he thought of an important thing. The old man was so busy seeing the money that he forgot to ask his new neighbor about the shop and what its specific business was. Pawnshop was a new word to the natives.

He looked at the black business card in his hand in the sun. On it was the logo of Pawn Shop No. 8 and the owner's name, Bruce Lee.

There is a line of small words below the name, which is an introduction to Pawnshop No. 8. It says: Any needs of customers can be met, but they must pay the same price.

"You talk so loudly, it's probably the same function as the trade fair on the island. Who would sell treasures to a small shop? The owner looks so poor that he probably can't give much of a valuation," the old man thought self-righteously. He thought his new neighbor's shop wouldn't last long. The business card in his hand fell from his hand and the piece of paper was thrown on the street.

The inconspicuous little black card will eventually reach the hands of someone in need one day, blown by the breeze. The newly established Pawnshop No. 8 will never lack customers.

After a busy day, Bruce Lee added wooden boards to the first floor door and temporarily closed the business. He went up to the attic alone and returned to his previous identity as a man.

Without being noticed by outsiders, the man had a voice in his heart: [Boss, is it really okay for you to personally take action like this? Are you feeling bored and lonely hiding behind the scenes? ]

"I think so. For a fun-loving person like me, finding more fun is what makes me happy. There aren't enough new characters. They can no longer satisfy me."

As the mastermind behind everything, Bruce Lee finally shows up after a four-hundred-chapter absence, but this time he has more to do.

Being a fisherman all the time is too boring. Bruce Lee has lost interest in fishing. He is full of infinite fantasies about anglers. He bought this small shop and decided to live in the Chabaoli Archipelago for a while.

[As the number of characters that appear in major events increases, regular card draws may not be able to meet your needs. Then continue to search the card pool and pay attention to your stock of cards.]

Searching the card pool is a troublesome and point-consuming task, but as long as the job is done, it is better than having the lie exposed. Bruce Lee needs this magnificent drama to continue, so he needs to draw a few more important supporting roles.

Bruce Lee needed a bad woman, and a card pool that could be searched in a targeted manner to meet his requirement. After a large number of cards were poured into the card pool, a red light suddenly burst out in a strange hotel in the Sabaody Archipelago.

In the dazzling red light, a beautiful and capable figure walked out, with long red hair, a white shirt and black trousers. She was the bad woman that Bruce Lee had been thinking about. There was a terrifying devil lurking under her beautiful appearance.

"There is still a chance for resurrection. I never thought that one day there would be a living being that could control me. Interesting." Makima showed a gentle smile on her face. As strange memories flooded in, the woman understood what she had to do.

The dark hand hiding behind the scenes made Makima take on a new identity, the Exorcist Marshal of the East China Sea Branch of the Black Cult, although this church organization is still an empty shell.

However, letting a demon be the exorcist marshal, the mastermind behind the scenes is really a bad taste. Makima can do whatever she wants, as long as she completes the task assigned by the person behind the scenes, the other party does not care what means she uses to complete it.

She doesn't care what tricks Makima is playing behind her back. Faced with this new world full of special powers, the bad woman accepts the challenge. If she can live a second life, she must live out her true self. She must not be as stupid as in her previous life, where her whole body was eaten as food.

Makima pushed the door open and the staff outside the hotel didn't recognize this woman, but their face looked very familiar to them, as if they had seen her somewhere.

"Miss, why are you in this room? How did you get in?"

Faced with questions from outsiders, Makima was not flustered at all: "I am a guest here, you may have forgotten, I will settle the bill for you next time."

The shopkeeper stared at the woman's golden circle eyes, and he quickly accepted the matter. The memory that appeared out of thin air in his mind created a false reality, which became evidence of Makima's stay in the store.

“Welcome to visit next time”

The shop owner watched the woman leave and witnessed her figure disappear into the darkness. It was a long time after she left that the shop owner remembered her name.

It turns out that the resident has appeared on the sky curtain. He seems to be related to the Black Cult and is a big shot.