The Scourge of Pirates

Chapter 38

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The tavern was noisy and crowded, and even the seats in front of the semi-circular bar were crowded with no gaps.

Good business is evident.

After a circle, there are only a few unremarkable seats adjacent to the corner.

Maude was on one of the seats, and on the small round table in front of him was the rum and snacks that the waiter had just delivered.

He didn’t move the drinks or food, but listened intently to the noisy chats around him.

“I heard that something happened to the auction last night?”

“What, you don’t know?”

“I drank too much last night. If I hadn’t heard others talking on the way here, I really didn’t know what happened. What happened?”

“It is said that a few big gangs caused trouble to rob Devil Fruit. After all, it is Devil Fruit. Who doesn’t want it?”

“Oh, have you been snatched away?”

“No, all the guys who caused the incident were slaughtered by Gangster’s men, and Devil Fruit was also eaten by Gangster Becky who bought it.”

“Tsk, what’s the transaction amount?”

“I heard that it is more than 100000000 to 1 million, but I don’t know if it is true or not.”

“哧-“

The sound of cool breath.

“That many? If I have a dozen or 100000000 million, where can Heaven and Earth is big go?”

“Idiot, if you have that much money, I will be the first to grab you.”

“what did you say?”

Hey.

The sound of a wooden wine glass hitting the table hard.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull sound of fists coming and going, hitting the face and body.

The fist communication started after a disagreement, which can be described as a man’s unique romance.

Maude retracted his gaze and thought silently: “Gangster Becky? Is he in Mad Hat Town? But Sunny’s book is not at all his information. Is it because he came from other places to get Devil Fruit?”

“It turns out that he ate Devil Fruit at this time.”

In his mind, information about Becky and Devil Fruit’s abilities immediately emerged.

Listening to the Devil Fruit incident that most people around him are talking about, and learning about Gangster Becky’s fame and status, Maude has no interest in him in a short time.

It is hard to imagine that a man with this status and power will choose to go to sea in the end.

It can only be said that people have their own ambitions.

“Did the Fishman slave finally run away?”

At the wine table not far from Maude, several Pirates were talking about the Fishman slave.

Maude couldn’t help but follow the voice, vaguely looked towards the guests at that table.

“I didn’t run away, died in the alley. I heard that it was killed by a funeral director.”

“Funeral director? Why, now the funeral director’s business scope extends to Fishman’s body?”

“I don’t know this, and when the people at the auction site found Fishman’s body, there were no missing parts.”

“In other words…?”

“Hey, don’t be serious about things that can be spread everywhere. I also said that the Fishman slave was killed by a prostitute, do you believe it?”

“Hahaha, drink and drink.”

Listening to the discussion at that table, Maude frowned slightly and couldn’t help but sigh in her heart.

He was not surprised to be discovered.

After all, whether it was on the street or the buildings near the laneway, the most important thing at the time was people.

The reason for sighing is that after killing the Fishman slave, the whole mind was immersed in the joy of rich income, but it did not consider cutting away a few important “parts” from the Fishman corpse to fit the disguised funeral at the time. Master status.

Be careful next time.

Maude remembered this experience, while subconsciously picking up wine cup and took a sip.

He thinks that he is now an alcoholic, and it will inevitably be a bit weird if he doesn’t drink a glass for a long time.

What Maude didn’t know was that because of the Fishman slave, the people at the auction site followed clues to find Arthur with a similar working mask.

Had it not been for Arthur himself in the auction, he would have been invited to the auction house for a while and chat for a while.

However, Arthur also knew that someone was pretending to do some shameful deeds.

Putting down the wine glass, Maude observed the guests around without a trace.

With limited intelligence channels, he can only obtain useful information through this method.

And every time the bar door was pushed open, he would take a subconsciously look.

Crunch–

In some years, the wooden bar door was pushed open.

Maude subconsciously looked over, and after seeing that the person was Weasel, he quickly looked back.

“Is it the mental illness that seemed to lack friends last night?”

Looking down at the dishes on the table, Maude was slightly surprised.

He obviously shot him last night, but now he looks like a okay person, and he is still dressed up?

This is Zoan’s resilience…

Maude’s heart rose slightly.

Because I was not sure, I slipped decisively.

But now it’s different. After getting Fishman Sam’s income, if you are ready for 10000 with your current strength, you will have 5 points less to say.

Maude thought about it in her heart.

In front of the entrance of the tavern, Weasel scanned the scene and soon found Maude sitting in the corner.

Compared with the guys around with their bare arms fighting alcohol and spitting, Maude, who looks young and immature, is a bit conspicuous even when sitting in a corner.

“I found you, and…heaven helps me.”

Weasel moved towards Maude quietly.

There are only a few seats in the pub, and Maude’s wine table is small, but it is designed for two people.

In this case, choosing to sit next to Maude will not have that strong purpose.

Otherwise, if there are more spacious and more comfortable seats around, and he will have to squeeze at the table with Maude.

Then, people who are unclear about it might think that he is the base.

“Come here?”

Maude noticed Weasel’s movements and subconsciously looked at the empty seat in front of him, and couldn’t help but feel a little painful.

It seemed to be the same when I was in the pub last night.

The difference is that Laffitte’s reputation and aura were strong enough to attract most Pirate’s eyes in the tavern.

And now this corner of the eye is glowing with gloomy and cold aura, but the overall senses are biased towards the wretched Zoan Ability User, which is not so eye-catching.

“Fortunately, I wore a mask last night, and deliberately suppressed my voice, but next time I will never come to this almost full pub.”

Maude thought silently.

Although the clothes I wore last night were not funeral directors’ work clothes, Maude deliberately wore bloated clothes in order to hide his figure.

Therefore, Maude feels that Weasel recognizes his low probability.

Footsteps approached.

Maude looked up at Weasel walking over, and Shi Shiran sat in the opposite seat.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the opponent’s reaction, Maude was even more sure that the opponent did not recognize him.

“Yo, little brother is so handsome.”

After Weasel sat down as a stranger, he immediately looked at Maude with a stunning look, as if he had never seen such a handsome man before.

At the same time, his thoughts in his heart are: come first with a compliment to build an indestructible bridge for subsequent communication!

Hearing this slightly awkward sentence, Maude laughed politely to Weasel and didn’t intend to speak up.

This guy… really lacks friends.

Maude thought to herself.

Seeing that the start was good, Weasel first raised his hand to signal the waiter to come, then looked towards Maude again, squeezing out a specially trained and approachable smile.

He thinks that this smile is very easy to use to win goodwill.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of outsiders, that smile looks like a cramp in the next second.

“Little brother, get to know, my name is Weasel, how about you?”

“…”

Looking at Weasel’s indescribable smile, Maude’s eyelids trembled lightly, and she simply said her name.

“Usopp.”

“Your name is Usopp, how do you say that name, wonderful, really wonderful.”

Weasel immediately stroked his palms, his face exclaimed.

“Where is the beauty?”

“…”

Weasel was speechless for a while.

At this time, the tavern door was pushed open.