Gray mist enveloped the pier, and the vague flames gradually submerged into the darkness.

Leather boots stomped on the wooden bridge, and the simple wooden boards made a creaking sound, and the sound of sea water kept coming from the gap.

After exploring and walking a hundred meters, the wooden boards under my feet were finally replaced with sand. The feeling of being down-to-earth is reassuring.

Looking around, the visibility is only more than ten meters. There are many wooden stakes inserted on the beach, tilting around. Each wooden stake is tied with a rope, and the other end extends into the sea, with a small fishing boat tied with a hole on the roof.

Walking forward on the fine sand, a hazy building came into your eyes.

A simple cottage made of wood and canvas, wooden shelves with fishing nets, baskets thrown in corners, iron pots burned with firewood, and leftover fish bones and glass wine bottles everywhere on the ground, dirty and random.

It seems to be a small fishing village.

At this moment, the fishing village was silent, as if there was no one.

The Goblin kept the torch and searched around, but found nothing valuable, with traces of human habitation, but was so poor that he was left with only some broken bowls and jars and rags that could barely be called quilts.

Through the dilapidated fishing village, a huge thatched house appeared in sight.

It is dozens of meters long and wide, and the wall is made of huge granite and is covered with thick thatch.

Warm fire and bursts of laughter were emitted from the narrow windows.

There are large wooden signs hanging at the door, carved with the patterns of two beer glasses clinking.

This is definitely the largest bar Chen Xing has ever seen.

Walking up the steps and pushing open the wooden fence door, the bar suddenly became silent. The noise and the sound of collision between tableware that could be heard just now disappeared at the same time, and dozens of vigilant eyes swept over.

There were twenty or thirty tables of men in the wide restaurant. They were of different figures, either thick and burly, or short and thin, all of which were all, but they all had a common sign - a headscarf tied on their heads.

The turbans are of different colors and are sprayed with different patterns, such as skulls, swords, ghosts, explosives, and everything.

Chen Xing walked towards the bar with a calm expression.

The bar is more than ten meters long, and the wine cabinet behind is filled with colorful wine bottles.

Opposite the bar, across from several round tables, is a giant fireplace with the firewood burning very vigorously.

A whole roast beef was worn with steel pipes and placed in front of the fireplace. Most of the beef had been peeled away, revealing the thick beef skeleton.

Walking to the bar, kicking gently, sitting on the high chair. The bar owner leaned over, holding a wine pot and a cup in his hand, looked at Chen Xing for a few seconds, poured a glass of wine and pushed it over, and said, "Sheng,"

Faces are rare here.”

Chen Xing took the cup and the smell of strong wine spread out.

"The strongest rum." As if the guests were afraid that there was something wrong with the wine, the bar owner poured a glass of it himself and drank it in one gulp.

Chen Xing picked up the wine glass and drank it. The smell of alcohol choked his nose, and his throat spread like a fire, spreading between his chest and abdomen, and could not melt for a long time. This made Chen Xing think of industrial alcohol, which was also so intense that it made people feel burning all over his body.

"I want to inquire about one person." Chen Xing stacked three gold coins together and pushed them over.

"Inquiry?" The bar owner's eyes became meaningful. "Inquiry on Haigull Island is not a popular thing."

From the corner of Chen Xing's eyes, everyone else stopped eating, left the seat, and slowly surrounded him. He was tall, short, fat and thin, all with a fierce look on his face.

It is not difficult to guess their purpose. They are all pirates here, and committing crimes is just a common occurrence. Naturally, they are worried about bounty hunters or navy.

"I'm looking for a friend." In order to avoid misunderstandings, Chen Xing spoke up, "to be more precise, he is a senior I respect and admire."

"who?"

"Shade Sinclair, Deep Sea Legend."

There was an uproar in the bar.

"He actually knows that old hooligan!" "It's incredible. Could it be his illegitimate son who was wandering outside?" "No, he is definitely the navy where he is!" "Don't believe him, he is the one who came to capture us!

"Twist him into the sea and feed the sharks!"

The bar owner looked at Chen Xing deeply, raised his hand, and signaled the pirates to silence.

"Do you have a token?" The bar owner put down the bottle, pressed his hands against the edge of the bar, staring at Chen Xing's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

"Token?" Chen Xing frowned slightly. He didn't remember what token the former mayor had given him.

"It's what Aquaman gives you, pocket watches, sextant, telescope, magnifying glass, or something else." said the bar owner.

Chen Xing suddenly remembered a sentence Xiao Wu left to him when Xia De Sinclair left.

"Don't sell the gun you gave me at a low price."

I see……

Chen Xing instantly understood that the psychic silver star that Xia De Sinclair gave him was a "token" and subconsciously reached out and touched his waist back.

"Don't move!"

There was a rumbling sound of pulling the bolts around, and countless long spears and short cannons pointed at Chen Xing at the same time.

Because of his rush, the short and fat man with a fierce face in front was holding a bottle of wine, aiming the bottle mouth at Chen Xing, and the shotgun of his companion behind him was pressing against the back of his head.

Perhaps feeling the cold touch on the back of his head, the short and fat man skillfully pushed the barrel of his companion backwards and pointed it in the right direction.

"Relax, guys, just a little pistol."

Chen Xing held one hand and slowly pulled out the spiritual silver star from his back with his other hand and placed it on the countertop of the bar.

The bar owner held up the silver hand/gun with both hands and looked carefully. He looked solemn and meticulous, not missing a single detail. The air seemed to solidify, and the pirates looked at the bar owner with eager eyes, capturing every change in expression.

After a long time, the bar owner put the silver hand/gun back on the stage and looked around. The atmosphere became more and more tense, as if the award ceremony was being held, and the list of winners was about to be announced.

"This thing..."

"yes……"

"real!"

"Bang!"

Due to excessive excitement, someone's gun went off fire. Chen Xing was prepared and launched a teleportation a second before the bullet reached his body, leaving only a afterimage.

The bullet penetrated the afterimage and hit the bar owner directly. His fat body was blown away and hit the wine cabinet behind him. The broken glass seemed to rain.

"Enemy attack!" "Everyone fights with him!" "Kill!"

When gunfires broke out in the bar and were in chaos, Chen Xing had already teleported outside, waiting for the chaos to pass.

"You dare to shoot me, see if I won't kill you!" "Bald donkey, I'll suck you to death!" "A bottle goes down and let you know what respect is." "Brothers kill him!" "Give him a gift to him."

Open the puff!"

Half an hour later, it finally stopped inside. When Chen Xing walked into the bar again, there were no one standing inside.

The people on the ground had a bruised nose and swollen face, and kept wailing, and accidentally stepped on their big teeth.

"Come on, sit down, drink." The bar owner's head and face were covered in blood, and his words were leaking. Chen Xing sat down, and the boss poured a glass of wine, and the two clinked glasses and drank them all in one go.

After a glass of strong wine, the bar owner exhaled heavily and shouted to the short fat man who was lying motionless on the ground, "Jimmy!"

"Don't pretend to be dead!

The short and fat man's body moved and slowly got up.

The bar owner yelled at the bar, "Take the guests to get the arrow through the clouds."

"Really, that's a big deal!" said the short and fat man in shock.

"Attending guests with tokens is the top priority."

"Okay!" The short fat man turned his head and shouted to the people on the ground, "Don't pretend to be dead, get up with me, have a big business!"

Seven or eight men wailed and rolled up, as if they were involved in the injury, grinning in pain.

"Let's go to the back mountain to get things!"

Led by the short and fat man, the group came out from behind the bar, held the torch, and walked into the dark fog.

A moment later, the short and fat man took Chen Xing to a cliff. The mountain was extremely steep, with waves beating the reefs below, and water vapor soaring into the sky.

“Where is this?”

Chen Xing felt a little strange. There was no way ahead, the retreat behind was narrow, and the terrain was dangerous, not like a place where materials were hidden.

"Hehehe!"

The short and fat man suddenly turned around and pulled out a small dagger, showing his fierce look on his face. The seven or eight men behind Chen Xing also laughed slutty, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

"Are you fooled?" said the short and fat man gestured with a knife and proudly, "You will learn soon, don't trust anyone on Seagull Island..."

"Clang!"

Before the short and fat man finished speaking, a heavy object suddenly fell in front of him, making a loud noise.

The dust dissipated, and a huge axe appeared in sight. The sharp axe blade was deeply embedded in the rock, with amazing power.

Looking at the giant axe several times taller than him, the short and fat man's face turned pale, his mouth wriggled with difficulty, his legs trembled, and the knife in his hand fell directly to the ground.

"Don't trust anyone?" Chen Xing asked.

"No, no..." The short fat man instantly changed into a flattering smile, and then said seriously, "There are good people everywhere here."

"They are sincere, friendly, simple, and full of love for small animals." The short and fat man said, kicking away the knife that fell on the ground, as if nothing had happened just now.
To be continued...