Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

New World, a transit island on a certain route.

The city is bustling with people and the roads are busy with traffic.

There are many shops on both sides of the bustling street, displaying a wide range of goods.

The merchants were in a hurry, and someone cursed softly in the dark alley.

Ships from all over the world came in and out of the port, sailors were scrambling for territory in the harbor, the sails were billowing like waves, and there was constant shouting.

Zephyr, Sengoku and Porusalino were walking on the cobblestone streets in casual clothes. All three wore hats and windbreakers, covering their bodies and most of their faces.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Sengoku?"

Zephyr scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly, and lowered his voice.

At this moment, a group of rough-dressed guys walked by the other side of the street, laughing wildly from time to time.

They all had swords hanging from their waists, and their faces were sturdy. At first glance, they looked like guys who were licking blood from the edge of their knives.

"Pirate!"

Zephyr's eyes widened, and he was about to rush forward, but Sengoku hugged his arm tightly, gritted his teeth and growled:

"Forget it Zephyr, keep a low profile!! Don't forget our purpose!"

Zephyr looked at the backs of the pirates who had walked away, and cursed in a low voice with some reluctance and annoyance.

"Then lead the way!!"

Seeing Sengoku standing there without any movement, Zephyr suddenly widened his eyes:

"You...don't know where you are?"

The corner of Sengoku's mouth twitched, and his face suddenly turned red and he said:

"I've never been to that kind of place!"

"How is it possible to know where it is!?"

"Have you ever been there? If you are so familiar, then you can lead the way!"

Zephyr immediately hesitated and stopped talking.

He hasn't been there either.

"Let me lead the way..." Porusalino, who was watching the show with a half-smile but not a smile, finally said with a smile.

Sengoku and Zephyr were startled.

Immediately, he saw Porosalino walking out slowly, and suddenly grabbed a man wearing a gemstone ring on his finger, and looked down at him condescendingly:

"By the way, where is the best geisha hall in this place?"

"Who are you!?"

The man who was suddenly hit subconsciously cursed.

He was fat and stretched out his expensive suit into a ball.

But when he saw the tall man in front of him, he felt a sense of oppression coming straight into his heart, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on his back.

Especially the wretched face shrouded in shadows and the squinting expression of the man in front of him scared him to the point of feeling uncomfortable.

"S-Sir...the best geisha hall is over there."

The fat on the businessman's face trembled, he pointed in a direction and said in a trembling voice:

"Then, over there, it takes about two minutes to walk."

Porusalino then let go of the man's collar and helped him tidy up his messy collar with a smile:

"Thank you so much..."

It's strange that he was polite... This thought came to the fat businessman's mind and he ran away without hesitation.

"solved."

Porusalino turned around with a smile and said to the stunned Sengoku and Zephyr.

Two minutes later.

In front of an antique Japanese-style building.

Sengoku and Zephyr stood there with formal expressions on their faces, looking at the simple and exquisite building in front of them, which looked like a small palace. They felt uncomfortable all over their bodies, and their muscles became tense and stiff.

"Three distinguished guests, welcome."

The graceful young woman in a black and red cheongsam bowed deeply to them with a smile. This action made the white curve of the tube top more attractive.

There is a gentle and decadent sound flowing in the building, the air is filled with the strong aroma of spirits, food and cosmetics, and the slightly dim lighting makes the interior atmosphere appear ambiguous and relaxed.

Sengoku and Zephyr's mouths twitched.

They looked at each other.

Zephyr's eyes trembled and said:

"Hey, Sengoku, are we really going into this place?"

Sengoku's complexion couldn't be better either, and he said with a dark complexion:

"If we talk about the resources and intelligence of the underground world, normally this kind of place is the most likely."

He sighed and said with a serious face:

"Be patient, don't forget that our mission this time is to rescue Darren, as long as we can rescue him, what is our sacrifice?"

"And we went in just to listen to information, we don't even know how to drink alcohol, so don't be nervous."

Remembering that his excellent chief student was still in dire straits, Zephyr's expression suddenly became serious.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and sighed:

"In this case, there is no way."

Looking at the two with tangled expressions, Polusalino scratched his head in doubt.

This is a happy kabuki hall, not an execution platform. As for such a tragic look?

He shook his head, walked straight forward, took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and lit it, put his arms around the slender waist drum of the cheongsam woman, and said with a familiar smile:

"The big room, um, go to the second floor."

Immediately he remembered something, turned his head and smiled at the dumbfounded Sengoku and Zephyr:

"You two remember to pinch your buttocks when passing by, otherwise you will be too out of place."

Pinch, pinch your ass?

Sengoku and Zephyr were stunned, covered their faces in pain, and followed like followers.

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Three minutes later.

"Hahahahahaha!! Come on, don't stop!"

In the luxurious box, Sengoku was biting a gilded cigar, raised the wine glass in his hand high, his face was flushed from drinking, and his face was full of joy and happiness.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!!"

There are graceful dancers on the stage, with heavy makeup, red lips, and kimono geisha playing the koto and long piano gracefully on both sides of the stage.

"Come on, Zephyr, hurry up and drink!! Anyway, the old man gave us the operation funds, um... this is also part of the mission..."

He hugged Zephyr, who was fidgeting in the corner of the box, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Zephyr gritted his teeth and said:

"Sengoku, don't forget the mission!!"

He turned his head again and said angrily:

"And you, Polusalino!! Why are you so familiar with this kind of place!?"

Polusalino, who was smoking a cigar, immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and said innocently:

"When I was in North Blue, Lieutenant Colonel Kake often took me there..."

Zephyr: ...

He looked at Polusalino's wretched face, recalled Kaji's scribbled painting style in his mind, and for a moment felt that the geisha ladies who received these two guys seemed a little pitiful.

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Thank you so much for everything.