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These searchlights were all projected from the ships moored at the dock.

The high-wattage searchlights illuminated Jiang Qilan, who was standing at the dock, with a bright and clear body.

The sudden strong light made Jiang Qilan squint slightly.

People's aesthetics are not divided by race.

Jiang Qilan was born with cold white skin, black and fluffy hair, deep eyebrows, and long eyelashes covering his dark eyes.

He was tall, well-built, with straight shoulders and excellent temperament. Even in this situation, he did not lose his bearing.

Standing there, he was like a young man from a rich family who was ignorant of the world and at the mercy of others.

At three or four in the morning, the port was crowded with cargo ships and fishing boats from all continents.

The delivery workers and fishermen, with their faces full of flesh, bare arms and bare chests, had dark skin that was exposed to the sun all year round, wet with sweat, emitting a shiny light, and looked extremely rough.

It was in sharp contrast to Jiang Qilan standing under the lights.

It was like a tender white lamb caught in a pack of wolves.

At this time, there were no police to maintain public security and order at the port, let alone administrators.

Even if a policeman passed by and saw this scene, he would immediately turn around and leave.

Who dared to argue with these people who were more vicious than robbers?

No one.

These fishermen would collude with their accomplices to solicit customers at nearby airports or urban areas and bring tourists here;

There would also be ignorant tourists who were lost, wanted to explore the new world, wanted to watch the sunrise at the seaside, and wanted to buy fresh seafood, and took the initiative to go to the dock.

Then, they were surrounded by them and threatened to pay money.

Where had the tourists ever seen such a scene?

They cried to the sky and the earth, but no one answered.

They were so scared that their legs were spinning, and they honestly paid money to avoid disaster.

And the purpose of these fishermen and workers was money.

They also didn't want to cause a murder case, so as to avoid the police coming to find trouble.

So, the tourists paid money and were sent back to the city. When they arrived in the city, they immediately ran to the police station to report the case.

This kind of thing happens almost every day.

The police were too lazy to care and just recorded the case perfunctorily.

There will never be a day when the case is solved.

"Brother," a black cargo worker shouted in English, "Take out the valuables on you, we won't make it difficult for you."

The snow-white and shining searchlight shone on Jiang Qilan's cheeks, almost as if they were transparent.

He was neither panicked nor angry.

Hearing the black man's shouting, Jiang Qilan did not move.

The people on the dock exchanged glances with each other.

Didn't they understand English?

"Hand over the money and we will let you go." A single-lidded curly-haired Asian man shouted.

Jiang Qilan remained quiet.

"A real man should not make the wrong choice for small interests. Put down the valuables and we won't touch you." A man with a crew cut shouted.

Jiang Qilan still did not move.

The people on the dock gradually became anxious.

A tall, muscular man of black and white blood was the first to lose his temper.

He stepped off the boat, stood on the dock, and walked towards Jiang Qilan.

He stood in front of Jiang Qilan.

Jiang Qilan finally reacted.

He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

The muscular man said in Portuguese: "Don't force me to do it."

Jiang Qilan didn't move.

"F**k!" The muscular man cursed.

Then, without any warning, the muscular man swung his fist and hit Jiang Qilan's chest with force.

These cargo workers carry heavy objects all year round, and their muscles are really strong.

This punch can make the hood of a car dent.

But Jiang Qilan didn't panic at all.

When the fist was about to hit his chest, Jiang Qilan turned sideways, grabbed the muscular man's fist with both hands, and pulled it lightly--

This pull was in line with the muscular man's strength.

The muscular man's punch was originally powerful, and not only did it miss, but Jiang Qilan also gave him a force.

The muscular man instantly lost his balance and staggered to his knees.

The next moment, he felt a chill on his neck.

Jiang Qilan pulled out a half-moon Damascus scimitar from somewhere.

One side of the scimitar was tightly pressed against the lower end of the muscular man's Adam's apple.

The cold breath of the cold weapon was terrifying.

The muscular man was so scared that he didn't move.

He didn't even dare to swallow.

He was afraid that his Adam's apple would roll and the sharp knife would cut his Adam's apple.

Everyone was shocked.

The atmosphere at the dock instantly became tense.

However, the next moment, Jiang Qilan suddenly turned his wrist and put the scimitar back.

He reached out and helped the muscular man who was kneeling on the ground up.

The muscular man looked shocked.

Then, Jiang Qilan said politely in Portuguese: "Brothers, I just came to borrow a boat to go somewhere, not to cause trouble for you. Please give me a favor."

Everyone at the dock was silent.

Jiang Qilan took out a stack of 100 Brazilian reals from his pocket.

"This is my ticket."

He said this to a certain boat.

It was a rather old fishing boat.

Under the mast of the fishing boat sat an old man.