Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

New World, a transit island on a certain route.

The city is bustling with people and the roads are busy with traffic.

There are many shops on both sides of the bustling street, displaying a dazzling array of products.

The merchants were in a hurry, and someone was whispering curses in the dark alley.

Ships from all over the world were coming in and out of the port. Sailors were fighting for territory in the harbor, their sails were rolling like waves, and they were shouting.

Zefa, Sengoku and Porusalino were walking on the cobblestone streets in casual clothes. All three of them wore hats and windbreakers, covering their bodies and most of their faces.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Warring States?"

Zefa scanned the surrounding environment with a vigilant look and lowered his voice.

At this moment, a group of rough-dressed guys walked by from the other side of the street, laughing wildly from time to time.

They all had swords hanging on their waists and had tough faces. They looked like guys licking blood from the edge of their swords.

"Pirate!"

Zefa's eyes widened, and he was about to rush forward, but Warring States tightly hugged his arm, gritted his teeth and growled:

"Forget it Zefa, keep a low profile!! Don't forget our purpose!"

Zefa looked at the backs of the pirates who had gone away, and cursed in a low voice with some reluctance and annoyance.

"Then lead the way!!"

Seeing that Zeng Guo was frozen in place without any movement, Zefa suddenly widened his eyes:

"You...don't know where you are?"

The corner of Zhan Guo's mouth twitched, and his face suddenly turned red and he said:

"I've never been to that kind of place!"

"How is it possible to know where it is!?"

"Have you ever been there? If you are so familiar, then you can lead the way!"

Zefa suddenly hesitated and stopped talking.

He hasn't been there either.

"Let me lead the way..." Porusalino, who was watching the show with a half-smile but not a smile, finally said with a smile.

Warring States and Zefa were startled.

Immediately, he saw Porosalino walking out slowly, and suddenly grabbed a man wearing a gemstone ring on his finger, and looked down at him condescendingly:

"By the way, where is the best geisha hall in this place?"

"Who are you!?"

The man who was suddenly hit subconsciously cursed.

He was fat and stretched out his expensive suit into a ball.

But when he saw the tall man in front of him, he felt a sense of oppression coming straight into his heart, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on his back.

Especially the wretched face shrouded in shadows and the squinting expression of the man in front of him scared him to the point of feeling uncomfortable.

"S-Sir...the best geisha hall is over there."

The fat on the businessman's face trembled, he pointed in a direction and said in a trembling voice:

"Then, over there, it takes about two minutes to walk."

Porusalino then let go of the man's collar and helped him tidy up his messy collar with a smile:

"Thank you so much..."

It's strange that he was polite... This thought came to the fat businessman's mind and he ran away without hesitation.

"solved."

Porusalino turned around with a smile and said to the stunned Sengoku and Zefa.

Two minutes later.

In front of an antique Japanese-style building.

Warring States and Zefa stood there with formal expressions on their faces. Looking at the simple and exquisite building in front of them, which looked like a small palace, they felt uncomfortable all over their bodies, and their muscles became tense and stiff.

"Three distinguished guests, welcome."

The graceful young woman wearing a black and red cheongsam bowed deeply towards them with a smile. This action made the white curvature of the tube top look even more attractive.

A gentle and melancholy sound flowed from the building, and the air was filled with the aroma of spirits, food, and makeup. The slightly dim lighting made the interior atmosphere appear ambiguous and relaxing.

The corners of the mouths of Warring States and Zefa twitched.

They looked at each other.

The corners of Zefa's eyes trembled and he said:

"Hey, Sengoku, are we really going to go into a place like this?"

Warring States's face didn't look any better either, and he said with a dark expression:

"If we talk about resources and intelligence in the underground world, normally this kind of place is the most likely."

He sighed and said with a serious face:

"Be patient, don't forget that our mission this time is to rescue Darren. As long as we can rescue him, what does our sacrifice mean?"

"And we are only here to gather information. We don't even know how to drink, so don't be nervous."

Remembering that his outstanding chief student was still in dire straits, Zefa's expression suddenly became solemn.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and sighed:

"In that case, there's nothing we can do about it."

Porusalino looked at the two people with tangled expressions and scratched his head in confusion.

This is a happy kabuki hall, not an execution platform. How can it look so tragic?

He shook his head, walked straight forward, took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and lit it, hugged the cheongsam woman's slender waist, and said with a familiar smile:

"The big room, um, go to the second floor."

Immediately he remembered something, turned his head and smiled at the stunned Warring States and Zefa:

"You two, remember to pinch your butts when you pass by, otherwise you will be too out of place."

Pinch, pinch your butt?

Warring States and Zefa looked confused, covered their faces with pain, and followed like followers.

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Three minutes later.

"Hahahahahaha!! Come on, don't stop!"

In the luxurious box, Warring States chewed a gilded cigar, raised the wine glass in his hand high, his face turned red after drinking, and his face was filled with joy and happiness.

"Keep playing music and dance!!"

There are graceful dancers dancing on the stage, wearing heavy makeup, red lips, and kimonos. Geishas on both sides of the stage are playing the guzheng and harp in an elegant manner.

"Come on, Zefa, drink quickly!! Anyway, Old Man Kong gave us operational funds, well... this can be considered part of the mission..."

He hugged the restless Zefa in the corner of the box and said with an unhappy look on his face.

Zefa gritted his teeth and said:

"Warring States, don't forget your mission!!"

He turned his head again and said angrily:

"And you, Porusalino!! Why are you so familiar with this kind of place!?"

Porusalino, who was smoking a cigar, immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said with an innocent face:

"When I was in Beihai, Lieutenant Colonel Jiaji often took me there..."

Zefa:......

He looked at Porusalino's wretched face, and recalled Kaki's scrawled painting style in his mind. For a moment, he actually felt that the geisha ladies who received these two guys seemed a little pitiful.

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