Pirate's Strongest Passerby

Suddenly, a ray of light reflected in the dark sky, like the dawn of dawn, slowly becoming clearer.

Zark opened his eyes suddenly, the magic words "burning money" were still echoing in his mind, and his whole face was frighteningly white.

"Don't burn my money, don't touch my treasury!" Zark said in a panic, glancing around nervously.

"Hey, you finally woke up."

Chu Feng tilted his head and stared at Zark. When Zark saw clearly that it was Chu Feng, he immediately retreated to the corner in fright.

"You, don't come here! If you come here again, I will call for help!" Zark said in a panic.

"Help?"

Chu Feng smiled slightly, then thrust out his left fist, and with a "bang" sound, the entire left side of the office building was turned into powder, as if it had been attacked by a meteorite from outside, and it was completely in ruins.

Zark's face was as pale as paper, he was dumbfounded, and his legs couldn't stop shaking. He was obviously frightened by Chu Feng's punch.

He swallowed hard and looked at Chu Feng like a monster, his eyelids twitching.

Chu Feng said with a smile but not a smile: "I'm not telling you, Zark, the smell of tobacco here is too strong. Smoking too much is not good for your health. I am providing you with free ventilation. Don't look at me with such grateful eyes."

I."

The corners of Zark's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and he didn't know how to answer.

At this time, it slowly became noisy outside the office building.

Chu Feng knew that the roar here had already alerted the sailors in the barracks, and they were coming here.

"Oh, do you think you can escape once the reinforcements arrive?"

Chu Feng glanced at a flash of pride in Zark's eyes, and immediately poured cold water on him and said: "Even if you come here, it will just increase the number of casualties needlessly. If you don't want to die, just tell them that nothing happened here.

besides,

Take me to the vault,

take money."

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Southward area of ​​Christen Island.

There are scattered old buildings here, as if they are not infiltrated by the sun all year round. The dilapidated lanes are cold and damp. The appearance of most of the surrounding buildings is blindly dark black, which is in sharp contrast to the shiny shops on the street before.

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Passing through the dark path on the left, you can see the naval flag standing not far away. The visual distance is only two hundred meters.

Directly in front of the laneway is a reception building.

The reception building is very small, very low, very old, and has a very dark appearance. Coupled with the surrounding slum architectural style, this reception building looks even more out of place here.

This is a "black" store.

A "black" color store.

If it weren't for the sign "Occupational Security" written in front of the low building, Pasia would have thought that she was in some illegal zone.

Pasia frowned and asked, "Mr. Randhir, are we in the wrong place?"

Randhir said pleasantly: "You can't be wrong, Miss Pasia, I am a frequent visitor to this place, how could I go to the wrong place? Although the house is a bit old, the annual turnover here is more than 10 million Baileys.

There are nearly 200 people going out. Hohohoho, Miss Pasia, you will know later."

Pasia thought to herself: Since the businessman Randhir said so, he must have gone to the right place. He took care of him all the way on the ship, and it seemed unkind to be suspicious of him.

I couldn't help but blame myself. It seemed that I was too cautious.

But when Pasia looked at the job security office again, she suddenly felt depressed, and she couldn't help but feel dubious in her heart.

There were two fierce-looking men standing in front of the door of the reception building. Randhir stepped forward, took off his hat and put it on his chest, and saluted: "Hello, please tell Mr. Billy that the travel businessman Randhir has arrived.

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The two men looked at Randhir for a few times, then glanced sideways at Pasia and smiled narrowly: "Wow, he's a good guy!"

Seeing that the other party spoke so rudely, Pasia felt a little angry in her heart. But seeing that Randhir was smiling and neither anxious nor angry, she couldn't get angry in person. She just frowned and looked at the other party to express her dissatisfaction.

"Wait outside." A man said and walked in.

After a while, the man came out and made a respectful gesture: "Boss Billy invites you."

Opening the door, he followed Randhir and walked in.

The room was dark, with several tables scattered around. A dim, swaying ball lamp made a "squeaking" sound. The shadows of things under the lamp gradually lengthened as the ball lamp swayed, and then slowly retracted.

There was a gramophone placed on a table, and a low, mournful voice was playing.

A tall man was sitting on a bench, leaning against a bar counter, with his legs crossed, his head held high and his eyes closed, his shoulders flat, his arms slightly open, and his fingers beating the beat to the song.

Behind him were seven or eight burly men.

There were about a dozen men standing around the room, looking at Pasia and his group with strange smiles on their faces.

A sense of oppression arises spontaneously.

Randhir took a step forward, saluted the tall man, and said respectfully: "Mr. Billy?"

"Click"

Billy didn't answer, but the gramophone stopped at this moment, the singing stopped suddenly, and the room fell into silence.

Billy's brows moved, seeming a little dissatisfied.

Randhir thought that he had spoiled Billy's interest, and immediately showed a panicked look, changing from his previous smile.

"Randhir, it turns out you are here." Billy opened his eyes and said slowly. Then he looked at Pasia, with a few glimmers of light in his eyes, and said: "What, this is the person you introduced?

"

Randhir nodded, crossed his palms and rubbed them together, showing a flattering face, and said:

"Mr. Billy, what do you think of the price?"

"You have a good figure, she should be considered top-notch." Billy glanced at Patsia up and down, his eyes burning, and he grinned: "Take off the scarf."

Pasia was a little confused listening to the conversation between the two, and then heard Billy's rude request. She didn't know what to do for a moment, and looked at Randhir with a faint look, asking for help: "Mr. Randhir, this...

"

Randhir looked at Pasia and said with a smile: "Miss Pasia, this is how you apply for a job. How can you get a high salary without letting the employer see your true face? Come on, listen to Mr. Billy and take off the hijab."

Pasia frowned, already realizing that something was wrong, but she still took off the hijab.

His true appearance is gradually revealed to others.

I could see that her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowning, and her eyes were like a pool of clear water. As she looked around, she had an aura of lightness.

Shengxue's skin, beautiful face, and graceful figure all seemed to be gifts given to her by the Creator.

"this……"

Billy and everyone present took a sharp breath and looked at Pasia with piercing eyes, unable to look away from her.

Randhir also didn't expect that Pasia's true appearance would be so otherworldly.

When he saw Pasia, she was wearing a hijab, but this did not hinder his judgment, because just from her figure, Randhir felt that she could be sold for a good price.

However, from the moment Pasia took off her hijab to reveal her true face, Randhir regretted it a little.

Looking at Pasia's beautiful face, and then at the tall and thick maid behind him, Randhir felt regretful.

But in the blink of an eye, Randhir came out of this mood because he realized that the better the appearance of Pasia, the higher the price he could offer.

Randhir caught a glimpse of the astonished look in Billy's eyes and reminded him: "How is it, Mr. Billy?"

"Hmm... Okay." Billy breathed out heavily, looked at Pasia again, then stretched out his palms and said, "One price, 300,000 Baileys."

"300,000 Baileys?" Randhir looked a little embarrassed and discussed: "300,000 Baileys is too few. Once goods of this level are transported to the Grand Line, 3 million is too little... You

Look, can you mention it a little further?"

"You still want to raise it?" Billy's face turned cold and he hummed: "Mr. Randall, don't challenge my patience. You should know who my boss is behind the scenes. Are you planning to go against the entire underground mafia in Beihai?"

?"

The word "sir" was spoken harshly, and Randhir knew that Billy was already a little impatient.

"No, no." Randhir waved his hand quickly and said: "300,000 Baileys, just 300,000 Baileys."

Although he felt a little regretful, Randhir did not want to offend Billy.

"I just like smart people." Billy said with a joking look on his face. He waved his hand to his subordinates to take out a stack of money and threw it to Randhir, and said: "Here is 300,000 Baileys, please click on it."

Randhir pinched the money happily and said with a flattering smile: "No need to order it, I can trust Mr. Billy."

He happily put the money into his arms and bulged his belly.

Pasia on the side finally understood the meaning of the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but tremble.

It seems that he was sold by a trafficker.

I'm really stupid, I didn't know until I was brought to the den of thieves.

It was really an afterthought.

Pasia secretly complained to herself why she was so ignorant of people and was abducted by human traffickers.

However, now that there are human traffickers all around, I don’t know how to escape even if I want to.

here,

It is indeed a black shop...