Pirate Merchant

"You executed all those troublesome pirates on the spot? Haha, you told me to just leave it to me. After all, you helped me a lot, and I owe you a lot of favors. Kill them as a token of gratitude. You repaid the favor."

In the not-so-busy tavern during working hours, amidst the gentle and tough-guy singing of Beihai, a seventy-year-old but extremely strong one-armed purple-haired old man turned around and smiled extraordinarily boldly. Mu Qian, who came by appointment, asked.

"No, I am a businessman, not a killer. I don't want to see blood on my ship. I have locked up all these unruly 'guests'."

Mu Qian, who pushed open the extremely retro bar's small double wooden doors, shook his head and replied to the old man sitting on the bar drinking.

"Did you find what I needed for me? As per the old rules, Berry will give it to you at the next 'merchants' meeting'."

Zefa picked up the glass and took a sip, then asked Mu Qian with great anticipation.

"I did send people to find it, but I destroyed the explosives developed by the scientist Gejir. Along with him, I also handed it over to the Navy and imprisoned it in the city. I am a businessman, not only not a killer, but also not a weapon. Dealer, please forgive me for this."

Mu Qian shrugged and came to sit next to Zefa with great helplessness. The moment he sat down, he raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of a white and delicate little hand. The pink flame burning in the palm of that hand looked like Extremely weird.

"Hahaha! Just give up Ain, he is not a man you can defeat. Even I am no match for such a perfect man."

Seeing his disciple Ain biting his lip with an unusually unwilling expression and vigorously twitching his arms in an attempt to get away but unable to do so, Zefa laughed heartily.

"If you're not strong enough, practice more instead of complaining that I'm better than you. To be honest, I really don't know where I offended you."

Mu Qian sighed and let go of his hand, letting the sea-blue wavy beauty who sneaked up on him take out her arm and retreat far away, complaining to her in particular confusion.

"Because you colluded with pirates! Isn't this a sufficient reason?"

Ain, who was wearing a brown OL outfit and her slender legs wrapped in black stockings, asked Mu Qian with disgust on his face.

"I'm not colluding with pirates, I'm just doing normal business with 'guests' who abide by the rules."

Mu Qian shrugged and replied innocently.

"Furthermore, if you will hate me for doing daily business with pirates, then won't I also be hated by you for doing business with you, who claim to be the NEO Navy, but are actually considered by the Navy to be traitors? You are famous for your double standards. What?"

Mu Qian, who was really not afraid of anyone when it came to bickering, crossed his arms over his chest and continued to tease the extremely angry Ain with a smile.

"you!"

Ain was speechless by Mu Qianna's question.

"I know all the things you did, but as long as you are on this ship, you are my guests. The same is true for other pirates. On my ship, everyone's identity and status are equal. Even if you are a billionaire, even if you are from the Evil Generation, even if you are a NEO Navy with a wanted bounty, you will still be my 'guest'. Of course, if you want to be my 'employee', then I’ll welcome you even more.”

Seeing that Ain was speechless by his question, Mu Qian continued to speak to her with a slightly upward smile and a trembling smile.

"Haha, kid, I really like your way of doing things. If I were decades younger, we would definitely become very good friends."

Zefa, who was drinking, laughed with great joy after hearing Mu Qian's words, as if he didn't care at all that Mu Qian destroyed the 'thing' he needed.

"No, we are extremely good friends now. Although I destroyed the explosives you wanted and imprisoned the scientists you wanted to recruit, I can prepare a particularly perfect one for you. 'Gift'."

Mu Qian patted his trouser pocket, and then Taotie's big head emerged from his trouser pocket, then he opened his bloody mouth and spat out the beautifully packaged black box.

"This is."

Zefa silently opened the black box that Mu Qian pushed to his side. After opening it, an extremely beautiful silver arm appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but push the sunglasses in front of his eyes to take a closer look. stand up.

"The α-type working prosthesis developed by Iceberg Studio has nerve nodes at the connection points that can keenly respond to the user's various thoughts. It does not require the installation of any additional built-in connectors and can be used directly after being installed on the broken arm. , this arm is customized for you."

Mu Qian patted the box and proudly showed off the origin of this prosthetic leg to Zefa.

"Don't you sell weapons? This arm is more suitable for fighting than my giant iron wall crusher, right?"

Zefa, who has been dealing with various weapons all year round, could tell at a glance that the word "alpha type working prosthetic" in front of him was false propaganda. Apart from "weapon", he could not think of anything other than "weapon" for this metallic prosthetic. Any word can describe it.

"Haha, hammers and sickles are tools in the hands of workers, weapons in the hands of murderers, and revolutionary will in the hands of resisters. Therefore, the 'name' of the item is determined by the user."

Mu Qian shook his head slightly and looked directly at Zefa, who couldn't let go of the prosthetic limb.

"This α-shaped working prosthesis is a tool for building 'flying treasure ships' from the boatmen who lost their arms due to accidents in Iceberg Studio. Therefore, I sincerely hope that this arm can become a tool that changes your daily life. It is a 'tool' that needs to be easier, not a 'weapon' that smashes people's heads."

Mu Qian slowly raised the wine glass in his hand, smiled and said to this respectable man who was sinking in the darkness at this moment.

".Hahaha! I will be taught a lesson by a stinky brat? This era is so fucking interesting! But I listened to your lesson! Remember it too!"

In a moment of silence, Zefa suddenly laughed boldly and raised his glass to clink with Mu Qian. Mu Qian really liked him more and more.

"This is not a lesson for me, but a heart-to-heart conversation between friends. Moreover, Father Zefa, you are very sincere in giving Berri and gold every time. Of course, I will be sincere too."

Mu Qian who clinked glasses with Zefa raised his head and drank the wine, picked up the bottle and filled Zefa's wine and said.

"Just giving you money is sincerity? No wonder the Navy can hold you so tightly."

Ai En, who sat on the other side of Zefa, went over his teacher and complained about Mu Qian in a bad tone.

"I'm a businessman. Whoever gives me money decisively will be a sincere partner to me. After all, what I do is a 'business' dealing with money."

Regarding Ai En's complaints, Mu Qian readily accepted and replied, although talking about money is vulgar, it is precisely this kind of vulgar thing that can easily allow Mu Qian to judge who can be close friends and who can be used as a tool .