Pirate: Is this swordsman too meaty?

The noisy pedestrians and vendors pass by in the evening.

On the ground where vegetable leaves and sewage flowed across the ground, there were various shop signs with withered paint, and occasionally the monotonous neon lights of a few shops had flickered.

Tezzolo looked haggard and worried as he walked on the bumpy streets. The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through the dense canopy of trees, stretching his figure very long.

Reality gave him a cruel slap in the face, and the fair-weather friends who used to be brothers avoided him one by one, fearing that they would avoid him.

At some point, he came to a house with mottled walls and a leaky roof.

The residence is low and overgrown with weeds. Half of the copper-corroded door is missing, and the messy courtyard can be seen through the hole.

Tezzolo looked slightly startled. This is the courtyard where he has lived for many years, a memory of his childhood, and the source of all misery.

All kinds of emotions rushed into my heart in an instant, including jealousy, hatred, anxiety, anger...!!

He thought of his father, an alcoholic and addicted to gambling, who died on the hospital bed.

I thought of the mother who abandoned him and decided to run into the arms of another man.

Thinking of the tragic experiences over the years, I did not hesitate to lick the swill in the smelly ditch like a dead dog...!

In order to survive, he learned to cheat, steal, and fight.

Why?

Why is my fate so miserable?

Why do we have to endure the eyes of others and be bullied by others...

Why...it's just me!

Tezzolo is unwilling to be mediocre. He has dreams and longs for singers who are glamorous and show off their singing voices in the entertainment stands.

He tried to change, but in such a circle, what could he do?

Otoroda Island is a place where nobles and poor people are inhabited. The ships in the harbor and the freight at the dock are all in the hands of the plutocrats and nobles.

The world is desolate, and human life is like grass.

He can't escape...

The buds of anger that emerged in his eyes withered quietly. Tezzolo shook his head helplessly and pushed open the dilapidated copper-corroded door with a dejected expression.

The autumn wind is bleak, and dead branches and leaves are scattered all over the ground.

He walked over numbly and helped up the table and chairs that had fallen next to the rotten wood. The poor family did not leave him anything. All that was left to him was this home that could barely be considered a "home".

Tezzolo smiled bitterly and was about to turn around and walk into the kitchen. Suddenly, a sinister and fierce face almost touched his face. Tezzolo was startled and subconsciously stepped back.

Bang!

There was a sudden pain in the back of his head. Tezzolo suddenly felt like the world was spinning, his body lost balance, and he fell to the ground dizzily.

When he woke up again, Tezzolo found himself in a dark room. He tried to move and found that his hands and feet were tied and locked tightly to a wooden chair.

There are three small square windows on the wall near the ceiling. The cool moonlight shines in and the dust particles squirm.

Where is this?

Tezzolo's pupils were wide open and he looked around nervously. There was a fishy smell of vegetable water in his nose, and he could faintly hear the noise coming from outside the window.

"Is it a farmer's market?!"

He instantly judged the approximate location, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from the room. Tezzolo held his breath and continued to pretend to sleep.

The footsteps approached and stopped at the door of the room. Judging from the footsteps, the other party should be two people.

"How's it going? You didn't wake up?"

A deep voice said.

"I haven't woken up yet. Hey, if you give me a stick, you won't wake up if you don't sleep for a long time."

A high-pitched voice laughed, "Didn't you say that we will deal with this kid Tezzolo in a week? Why did the boss ask us to contact the trafficker in advance? Lauren, you have been with the boss for a long time, so you should know what is going on, right?"
"As a hired bodyguard, I have a creed of obeying all the boss's arrangements, even if I lose my life because of it. Toby, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Lauren reminded.

Toby sneered and looked solemn, "Don't worry, I won't ask anything you should."

Lauren nodded, opened the door and glanced inside. She found that the other party was still asleep. She closed the door and ordered, "The price has been agreed upon at 900,000 beli. The other party will arrive in about two hours."

Toby was disdainful in his heart, but he smiled and complimented, "Understood, I will definitely handle things properly."

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and Tezzolo looked solemn inside. The other party was planning to sell him at a low price to repay the gambling debt he owed.

He has heard of some illegal auction houses. Once he is labeled as "goods", he will be a plaything to be ravaged by others, and will be put on a collar of humiliation for the rest of his life...

That kind of life, whether psychologically or physically, Tezzolo cannot accept!

"I have to escape. Once I am auctioned as goods, my life will be over!"

Not knowing where the strength came from, Tezzolo struggled fiercely, enduring the pain of the rope binding and friction. His face was congested and red, and with a snap, the rope broke.

Tezzolo was stunned for a moment, twisted his sore wrist, and walked towards the door carrying the chair.

The door was made of ordinary alloy, and it would take a lot of time to break it open with his strength. This time was enough for the people outside to notify others for support.

He knew he couldn't force it open, so he pressed against the door and listened to what was going on outside.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he patiently counted the seconds in his mind. As time passed, the small and dark room made him feel suffocated and his chest became tight.

He unbuttoned a collar button and twitched it from side to side irritably. Suddenly, several footsteps approached slowly.

"Is there anyone inside?" someone said.

"Yes, the boss ordered it, and the money will be settled immediately." Toby replied.

"I know the rules," the man said impatiently, "but I have to look at the goods first... Don't look at me with that vigilant look. Don't worry, if the quality is good, I can give you double the price. You

The tip will not be small either.”

Toby was overjoyed and said with a serious face, "I'm just doing things according to the rules, sir. Please don't make it difficult for me."

With that said, Toby took out the key from his waist, inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it counterclockwise, and the lock tongue popped open.

The man looked at Toby deeply and slowly opened the alloy door.

He cast his eyes into the dim room, and before he could get used to the light difference, a chair hit his head with a bang.

The man was knocked unconscious. Tezzolo kicked him against the wall. When the other people outside the door didn't react, he kicked over the three people who were blocking the way with all his strength from fighting over the years.

The man rushed straight to the door in one stride.

"You bastard! How dare you attack me! Get him back and I'm going to punish him severely!"

A short and fat businessman in expensive clothes slumped on the ground, holding a white handkerchief in one hand to press the bleeding wound on his head. With a gloomy face, he looked at Tezzolo who ran towards the door and cursed.

Toby next to him was stunned for a moment, and then he knew that a disaster was coming, and his face turned ugly and livid.

He immediately took out a cheap phone bug that could only be used for communication on the island, and said with a distorted expression, "Tezolo ran away!!!"