Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Suddenly, a ray of light reflected in the dark sky, like the dawn of dawn, slowly becoming clearer.please()

Zarke opened his eyes suddenly, the magic sound of burning money was still echoing in his mind, his whole face was frighteningly pale.

"Don't burn my money, don't touch my treasury!" Zarke said in a panic, looking around nervously.

"Hey, you're finally awake."

Chu Feng tilted his head and stared at Zarke, and when Zarke saw clearly that it was Chu Feng, he immediately retreated to the corner in fright.

"You, don't come here! If you come here again, I'm going to call for help!" Zark said in a panic.

"Help?"

The corner of Chu Feng's mouth smiled slightly, and then he thrust out his left fist, and with a "bang", the entire left side of the office building was turned into ashes, as if it had been hit by a meteorite from outside the sky, and it was completely in ruins.

Zarke's face was as white as paper, he was dumbfounded, and his legs couldn't stop shaking, obviously frightened by Chu Feng's punch.

He swallowed hard, looked at Chu Feng as if he was looking at a monster, his eyelids twitched.

Chu Feng said with a half smile but not a smile: "It's not me, Zarke, the smell of tobacco is too strong here, and smoking too much is not good for your health. I will ventilate you for free, don't look at me with such grateful eyes. I."

The corners of Zarke's mouth could not help but twitch slightly, and he didn't know how to answer.

At this time, the outside of the office building gradually became noisy.

Chu Feng knew that the roar here had already alarmed the sailors in the barracks, and they were rushing towards this side.

"Heh, do you think you can escape when the reinforcements come?"

Chu Feng glanced at a flash of pride in Zark's eyes and immediately poured cold water on him: "Even if you come here, it will just increase the number of casualties needlessly. If you don't want to die, tell them that nothing happened here.

and also,

take me to the vault,

take money. "

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The southward area of ​​Christon Island.

There are scattered old buildings here, as if they are not infiltrated by the sun all year round. The dilapidated lanes are cold and damp. The appearance of most of the surrounding buildings is dark black, which is in sharp contrast to the bright and bright shops on the street before.

Passing through the dark path on the left, you can see the naval flag standing not far away, and the visual distance is only 200 meters.

Right in front of the laneway is a reception building.

The reception building is very small, very low, very old, and has a very dark appearance. With the slum-style architecture surrounding it, this reception building looks even more out of place here.

This is a "black" shop.

A shop in "black" color.

If it weren't for the signboard of "Occupation Security Office" written in front of the low building, Pacia would have thought he had come to some illegal place.

Pacia frowned and asked, "Mr. Randyll, did we go to the wrong place?"

Randhir said pleasantly: "You can't be wrong, Miss Pasia. I am a frequent visitor to this place. How could I go wrong? Even though the house is a bit old, the annual turnover here is more than 1000 million beli. Give it away." The number of people is close to 200. Hohohoho, Miss Pasia, you will know later."

Pasia thought to herself: Since the businessman Randhir said so, he must have gone to the right place.The boat was taken care of by him all the way, and it seemed unkind to be suspicious of him.

I couldn't help but blame myself. It seemed that I was too cautious.

But when Pasia looked at the job security office again, she suddenly felt suppressed emotions, and she couldn't help but feel dubious.

There were two fierce-looking men standing in front of the door of the reception building. Randhir walked forward, took off his hat and put it on his chest, and saluted: "Hello, could you please inform Mr. Li that the travel businessman Randhir has arrived."

The two men looked at Randall a few times, then squinted at Pacia, and smiled narrowly: "Wow, he's a good guy!"

Seeing that the other party spoke so impolitely, Pacia felt a little angry in her heart, but seeing Randyll smiling calmly, she couldn't be angry in person.He just frowned and looked at the other party, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Wait outside." A man said, and then walked in.

After a while, the man came out and made a respectful gesture: "Boss Li invites you."

Pushing open the door, he followed Randyll in.

The room is very dark, with a few tables placed in a mess, and a flickering dim ball lamp makes a "squeak" sound, and the shadows of things under the lamp gradually elongate with the flickering of the ball lamp, and then slowly retract.

A gramophone was placed on a table, and a low and mournful song was coming from it.

A tall man was sitting on a bench, leaning against a bar, crossed his legs, raised his head, closed his eyes, his shoulders were flat, his arms were slightly opened, and his fingers were beating along with the singing.

Behind him were seven or eight burly men.

There were a dozen or so men standing around the room, looking at Pacia and his party with strange smiles.

A sense of oppression arises spontaneously.

Randhir took a step forward, saluted the tall man, and said respectfully: "Mr. Li?"

"click"

Leigh didn't answer, but the gramophone stopped at this moment, the singing stopped suddenly, and the room fell into silence.

Li frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied.

Randhir thought that he had spoiled Li's interest, and immediately showed a panicked look, changing from his previous smile.

"Randhir, it turns out you are here." Li opened his eyes and said slowly.Then he looked at Pasia, with a few glimmers of light in his eyes, and said, "Why, is this the person you introduced?"

Randyll nodded, crossed his palms and rubbed his palms, showing flattery on his face, and said:

"Mr. Li, what do you think of the price?"

"You have a good figure, she should be considered top-notch." Li glanced at Pasia with burning eyes and grinned: "Take off the scarf."

Pasia was a little confused listening to the conversation between the two. Then she heard Li's rude request. She didn't know what to do for a moment. She looked at Randhir with a faint look and asked for help: "Mr. Randhir, this..."

Randhir looked at Pasia and said with a smile: "Miss Pasia, this is how you apply for a job. How can you get a high salary without letting the employer see your true face? Come on, listen to Mr. Li and take off the hijab."

Pasia frowned, already aware that something was wrong, but she still took off the veil.

Her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and there was an aura of lightness as she looked around.

Shengxue's skin, beautiful face, and graceful figure, all of these seem to be gifts from the creator.

"This……"

Li and everyone present took a sharp breath and looked at Pasia with piercing eyes, unable to look away from her.

Randyll didn't expect that Pacia's true face would be so extraordinary.

When he saw Pasia, she was wearing a hijab, but this did not hinder his judgment, because judging from her figure alone, Randhir thought she could be sold for a good price.

However, from the moment Pacia took off her veil to reveal her true face, Randyll regretted it a little.

Looking at Pasia's beautiful face, and then at the tall and thick maid behind him, Randhir felt regretful.

But in a blink of an eye, Randhir came out of this mood because he realized that the better the appearance of Pasia, the higher the price he could offer.

Randhir caught a glimpse of Li Yan's stunned expression and reminded him loudly: "How is it, Mr. Li?"

"Hmm... Okay." Li breathed out heavily, looked at Pasia again, then stretched out his palm and spread it out: "One price, 30 Baileys."

"30 Baileys?" Randhir looked a little embarrassed and discussed: "30 Baileys is too little. Once this level of goods is transported to the Grand Route, 300 million is too little... You Look, can you mention it again?"

"Still want to mention it?" Li's face turned cold and he snorted: "Mr. Landil, don't challenge my patience. You should know who my boss is behind the scenes. Are you planning to go against the entire underground mafia in Beihai? "

The word "sir" was spoken very harshly, and Randhir knew that Li was already a little impatient.

"No, no." Randhir waved his hand quickly and said: "30 Baileys, 30 Baileys."

Although he felt a little regretful, Randhir did not want to offend Li.

"I like smart people." Li said with a joking look on his face. He waved his hand to his subordinates to take out a stack of money and threw it to Randhir, and said: "Here is 30 Baileys, please click on it."

Randhir squeezed the money happily and said with a flattering smile: "No need to order, I trust Mr. Li."

He happily put the money in his arms and bulged his belly.

Pasia on the side finally understood the meaning of the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but tremble.

It seems that he was sold by a trafficker and had to count the money.

What an afterthought.

Pacia secretly complained to himself, why he was so ignorant that he was abducted by human traffickers.

However, now there are traffickers all around, and now I don't know how to escape if I want to escape.

Here,

It really is a black shop...

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