Chapter 89 Crab Claw Conflict 1

Because of this accidental fish news, the Nautilus temporarily decided to dock on an island in the sea and sell part of the harvest first to make room for the fish behind. With this lucky lookout, we just need a bigger fish tank," Captain Locke said optimistically, "Faster salvage and faster sale," he explained. "Although it seems to sell a little cheaper, we salvaged more often."

Under the guidance of this theory, the nautilus docked on a small island in the sea - the star coast. After Captain Locke announced a two-day break, Allen refused Puke's invitation to drink and was ready to go ashore alone.

Puke quickly had to leave first with several sailors mysteriously.

Alan walked in the direction told by the Nanmen guards and soon strolled on the street of the dock, which was a long lane through the whole deep-water harbor in the south of the city. The fishy smell and salt smell filled their nasal passages, and the seagulls sobbed on their heads. Sailors and mercenaries from underground countries and various regions walked around, a little busy with work, but most of them took their last rest before the long voyage to the north.

Pier Street is very suitable for this kind of carnival. There is a pub on every corner. But unlike the Silverbird City Pier, where the lord left the mob to take hold of it a long time ago, the Pier Street on the Star Coast is not a disorderly place. This is a city with various legal provisions, and members of the famous urban defense organization "Police Corps" appear in sight all the time.

Crab pliers are similar to most pubs in this area: the whole pub is floating with shouts and joy, and the air is filled with the heavy smell of cheap wheat wine and wine. A group of noisy and rough people pushed each other and kept cursing each other in front of the door.

Aran looked at the little angel worriedly. This is the second time that young people have come to such a place. Last time in the dagger tavern in Silverbird City, Allen destroyed the whole tavern alone in a fight, causing great chaos.

"Hi!" A man squeezed out of the crowd and greeted him. You don't want to come with us, but you have to come by yourself!" This man is the dwarf Puke. He blinked his eyes: "Are you here to participate in the competition?"

"What game?" Allen is a little strange.

Puke hugged him and smiled mysteriously: "Don't pretend - are you afraid that we will say it? No, don't worry! Captain Locke does not prohibit us from participating in the competition!"

Without waiting for Aaron to figure out the reason for the matter, he quickly took his arm and pulled him directly to the table where his people were sitting on. This guy sneaked up for the game!" He announced that it had aroused a warm response from several nautilus sailors.

"Then I'll help him sign up," a sailor quickly jumped out and ran to a corner. Only then did Allen notice that there was a big sign with the words 'registration point'.

"What kind of game is it?" Aaron pulled Lapke. It's not drinking, is it?"

The dwarf laughed cheeringly: "Of course, it's still your favorite - competition!" He hammered the young man's chest hard: "It's boring to pretend again!"

Alan didn't say much when he heard that it was a martial arts competition, as long as he didn't drink. Anyway, he didn't want to hit the kindness of this new friend.

Seeing Alan's acquiescence, Puke raised his glass: "Come on, take a sip first! I knew you were a samurai - I will definitely beat you later!" The other sailors also picked up their glasses, and then everyone shouted "Manionus" together, filling them with a full sip.

The furnishings in the crab tongs are very ordinary: the air is full of the smoke of dwarf tobacco and the smell of less fresh ale. Several drunk sailors fell face down on the floor or sitting against the wall, and when others stumbled and spilled wine (usually on sober customers), their reaction was to push the sprinkler to the floor. Allen doubted how many of these people missed their shipping schedule. Will they stagger here until they run out of money and finally be left on the street because they are penniless and homeless?

A waitress came to them. What would you like?" She asked absent-mindedly and had long lost interest in the guests she served.

Puke took the lead in ordering Aaron: "A glass of boiled water!" He then added, "My friend is here to participate in the competition!"

"Give me another bucket of ale for my friend." Allen quickly added, taking out a gold coin to resolve the sudden frown on the woman's face.

"Look, that's the number one warrior in the crab bar!" Puke pointed to a tall man leaning against the bar.

Alan took a look and found a very unfriendly look. He smiled indifferently and was indifferent to this provocative look.

Du Dehua is not the only one who noticed Allen. Just like other parts of the Star Coast (and most parts of the world), there is also a boss in the crab tongs - on the edge of the bar railing, a huge fat man named Donos stared at him from the first minute the young man entered the door, and he controlled the underground transaction of the whole dock street.

Donos looked at the handover of Allen and Du Dehua's eyes and couldn't help laughing. He likes the young man's appearance very much. In addition to his strong muscles, Allen's elegant pace and easy appearance of avoiding an alcoholic show more experience than his age. Maybe there will be a good contest," he said to several men around him, "Or, Du Dehua's position should be changed!"

Du Dehua's supporters surrounded him because of the upcoming battle, and their twisted smiles and the smell of beer in their mouth inspired the boss to take action. Du Dehua, who is usually confident, must try to control his worries this time. He has been defeated many times in the seven years he dominated this tavern. His skeleton is now bent, and several dozen bones and muscles have been broken and torn. Seeing Allen's amazing appearance, he began to suspect from the bottom of his heart that he could not win this game even when he was young and strong. But everything is not important after hearing Donos's laughter. He knows his position. If he can't continue to win here, it will be difficult to get benefits from the old big hand. This time, he can't retreat.

He dried the whole glass of wine in one breath and forced himself to leave the bar. He roared at his supporters to assure them, and then stiffly threw aside anyone in the way and walked to the table where the sailors were sitting.

"What's your purpose here?" Du Dehua put his hands on his waist and asked the sitting Allen contemptuously. Other gangsters surrounded the table and wrapped the sailors in a circle.

Aran's instinct asked him to stand up and hit the arrogant guy directly to the ground. He is not afraid of a group of gangsters around him. He thinks that these people are just cowardly who need to be encouraged by the leader behind. If Du Dehua is knocked down with one blow, others will hesitate before taking action, and hesitation in front of people like Allen will pay a painful price.

But in the past few months, he has learned to control his temper and the broader definition of glory. He shrugged his shoulders and didn't make anything that looked like a threat. I'm just looking for a place to drink," he replied calmly. Who are you?"

"My name is Du Dehua." The guy who pretended to be confident said that he was foaming when he said every word. He proudly straightened his chest, as if his name had some meaning for Allen. You sailors should catch your fish on the boat. Are you so anxious to come up and be beaten by me? After he finished speaking, he laughed, as if he had hit Allen to the ground.

"We are here to participate in the competition!" Puke said that this invincible attitude angered the dwarfs, and he directly said his intention, "Our goal is to defeat you!"

"Who said you could come to the bar that belongs to my territory?" Du Dehua roared that he hoped that he could force Allen into the defensive side, and it would be better if he could scare him and make them leave. He looked around at his friends, who bent down and leaned closer to the sailors, which was more threatening. The regulars of Mermaid's Arm are now looking up at him. This is their territory, and he is their boss. They provide him with free food and drinks, and he can't let these people down.

And more importantly, the reason is that his boss is looking at himself.

Du Dehua's stomach bulged forward, only a few inches away from Allen's face, in order to show him a wide belt engraved with hundreds of traces. Every trace represents a guy who was defeated by me," he boasted. Let me have something to do in prison tonight!" He pointed to a particularly large mark next to the buckle. I killed this guy - it was really enjoyable to flatten his head - it took me five nights to carve it.

Alan quickly imagined something ridiculous to suppress his anger, but he couldn't ignore that his hand was holding the edge of the table tightly, making the knuckles white due to ischemia. Allen thought that Aurora would understand that he had to knock down this guy, and his fists tightened. One blow is enough..." He said to himself quietly and looked around at the hateful guys around him. They were a group of guys who had to lie unconsciously in the corner of the floor, which seemed more comfortable.

Cough!

Donos stood up slowly.