The wind and sand outside the tavern are still blowing.

The whistling sound sounds very penetrating.

Even the big iron bell at the entrance to Rhodes Town was slightly shaken by the blowing and made a dull sound.

I saw Song Hao raising his head and drinking it all in one gulp. The whiskey was burning in his stomach, and there was an indescribable irritation.

"That's all I have to say at the moment. Whether you believe it or not, it depends on your judgment."

"After all, I think both of you should be smart people..."

Arthur frowned and lit a cigarette. He didn't seem to have any intention of smoking, he just put it on the table and let it burn slowly.

John, whose expression was somewhat unnatural, took a deep breath: "I don't know what to say now, Arthur."

"You know..."

"As much as I want to believe that guy Dutch, what he just said is exactly the same as what we talked about in the camp."

At this moment, not to mention his always impatient personality, Arthur's mood is probably quite complicated.

Why?

He has been following Dutch for many years and is considered a veteran figure in the Van der Linde Gang.

However, one day, a stranger suddenly runs up to you and reveals to you that in fact, the gang leader you have always believed in is nothing more than a bastard liar.

You must be in a bad mood too.

What’s even more damning is that you can’t refute it at all!

After some simple thinking, Arthur's eyes gradually became cold and stern: "Let me confirm for the last time that what you said is the truth?"

Without any hesitation, Song Hao used a knife to cut open the beef, and the juice overflowed: "Every sentence is true."

"I have been hiding in the corner of your camp at the Horse Palm Lookout. It wasn't until I saw the whole box of banknotes that I realized that you had been kept in the dark the whole time."

"Daqi..."

After saying that, he paused deliberately and adjusted his tone: "He just can't let go of his dominance!"

John, who naturally did not allow the other party to insult his gang leader, suddenly stood up and his eyes widened.

However, he couldn't give any reason for a while. Even if he wanted to maintain Da Qi's majestic face, he couldn't think of any excuse now.

"Damn it!"

A wild dog suddenly walked in from outside the tavern. It looked at the three people here blankly, and then quietly ran towards the drunken man.

When he found that no one was expelling him, he quickly lay on the ground and started gobbling it up.

The little guy may be hungry...

Song Hao asked the boss to fill up another glass of whiskey and murmured: "I don't know what Tahiti you are talking about."

"But one thing I can be sure of is that the money in that tin box is definitely enough for you to fly far away. There is no need to stay in the west and flee."

Seeing that the two men were still arguing, Arthur, who felt a headache, had to step forward to control the situation.

He put out the cigarettes placed on the table, then stood up and put his hands into his belt: "There is no need to be verbose here."

"Whether the matter is true or not, we can just go back to the camp and confront him face to face."

"I hope Dutch doesn't let me down, and I don't let the whole gang down."

Song Hao thought this was a good idea, so he followed them obediently and rode to the Horse Palm Lookout.

For some reason, he seemed to have imagined a scene in front of him of himself hosting Arthur and other characters, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

As the saying goes: even more powerful than a tiger.

By the time the three people returned to the Horseshoe Lookout, it was getting late, and a few rabbits occasionally ran through the bushes.

Sensing that something was wrong, Charles, who was responsible for monitoring outside, had a solemn expression on his face and hurriedly loaded the gun.

"Arthur, I need an explanation."

Before Nai He could wait for Arthur, who was walking in front, to answer, John, who was following behind, interrupted: "Charles, what we need is an explanation from Dutch!"

Although he was a little confused, Charles still took his bow and arrow and thought it would be a good idea to return to the camp.

There was singing and dancing next to the bonfire, which seemed to be celebrating last night's bank harvest. Dutch was a little lonely and drunk.

He keeps boasting about the beauty of Tahiti, claiming that it is a paradise on earth.

It wasn't until three figures appeared in his field of vision that he stabilized his swaying body, his eyes blurred: "Arthur, who is this?"

Song Hao shrugged his shoulders: "It's probably not the first time we've met, the boss of the Van der Linde Gang."

"I guess your name is Dutch van der Linde, right?"

The short words were full of gunpowder, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the surrounding members, and everyone picked up their guns one after another.

Even some women took up arms, and the atmosphere of unity was quite harmonious.

It is worth mentioning that among a group of women who don’t know how to shoot, one of them has a very serious expression.

And even her actions are the most decisive:

Taking the gun, loading the bullet, and aiming, this undoubtedly attracted Song Hao's attention.

What is this?

Valkyrie of the West!

I saw Dutch let go of Molly O'Shea's hand and took a few steps forward:

"Arthur, John, you can't bring people outside the gang into the camp. This is the rule. I think you know it."

Taking a deep breath, facing everyone's suspicious eyes, Arthur looked at Dutch's tent: "Of course we know what the rules are."

"But then again, Dutch, I guess you should know what the gang rules are, right?"

This inexplicable rhetorical question, not to mention Dutch, even the other gang members were confused and froze in place.

They don't understand why Arthur, who has always been loyal, is so abnormal, and what do these words mean?

As the oldest veteran strategist in the gang, Hosea Matthews, he had something to say: "Arthur, I think this is just a misunderstanding."

"No matter what, you should not bring an extremely dangerous stranger to our camp. This may kill everyone in the gang."

Who would have thought that the furious John walked straight to the center of the team without caring about Hosea's conciliation.

He looked at Dutch: "Just today at noon, Dutch and I were still standing here discussing when we could take everyone to Tahiti."

"Do you remember what you told me then?"

Dutch, who was still a little dizzy, murmured: "I said it will take some time. We will soon have the funds to go to Tahiti, where we can enjoy our remaining years..."

After receiving such a ridiculous answer, John yelled: "What's the result?"

"Where's your fucking result!"

The noise frightened Jack Marston inside the tent, and he hurriedly ran out and hugged his mother's thigh.

Children don't understand what's going on.

Why is my father actually quarreling with Uncle Dutch?

Daqi, who realized something, looked at Song Hao fiercely, and finally realized that the sound outside the tent was not an auditory hallucination caused by him.
Chapter completed!