How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 24 The Right Way to Bargain

Outskirts of the port.

Low huts, flowing sewage, and people coming and going, in untidy clothes, with fierce faces, or half-naked, form a typical picture of a civilian area.

It is in stark contrast to the clean and tidy streets in the port.

The waiter assigned by Gaza stood at the entrance of the civilian area and said to Gao Wen with a slightly apologetic tone:

"Sir, most arms trades are conducted on the black market, which is full of mixed people. Even if the Lord wants to intervene, he is powerless."

"Besides, ruling a port is far from as easy as imagined. It is normal to catch the big ones and let the small ones go. Therefore, as long as there is no big chaos, we usually turn a blind eye to this place."

"I can't go in with you, so please be careful."

The waiter bowed to Gawain and was about to leave. Clo suddenly asked:
"Are we the only ones who have this privilege, or do they have it too?"

The waiter was slightly startled, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face:

"Please don't misunderstand me."

"The Lord's original words were, compared to that group of people, you guys are more like a real navy no matter how you look at it."

Done.

The waiter's gaze lingered on the two people's faces for a moment, then he smiled slightly and turned away.

"What do you mean?"

Clo was stunned.

"I compliment you on your handsomeness."

Gao Wen's lips curled up into a smile.

But Clo's face turned red instantly.

More than ten years at sea.

In the past, I had only heard people say that he looked gloomy and scary. When had I ever been praised so directly?

So much so that he subconsciously muttered:
"Speak up."

The smile on Gao Wen's face became even wider.

Food and medicine can be purchased through formal channels in the city. Although the price is a bit expensive, the quality is good and the delivery speed is fast, so it doesn’t take long to get it done.

The difficult part is guns and ammunition, so we can only find Clo's contact person Ha Bingjie.

The two followed the route that Clo remembered and soon walked into a bar in the corner.

The strong smell of alcohol and an unspeakable peculiar smell rushed into Gawain's nostrils, making him frown. He raised his eyes and saw Clo walking straight into the corner, and Gawain followed him in.

In the corner was a low door.

With their height of just over two meters, they needed to bend down to get in.

boom! boom! boom!
Chloe knocked on the door.

With a creaking sound, a slightly cunning face poked out from the house. He was Ha Bingjie.

"Yo~"

"Isn't this Clo? I heard that you were going to retire, so why are you back to your old job?"

"Cut the nonsense."

Clo's face was grim:

"Flintlock ammunition, 100 sets, 500mm shells, rounds, how many are there in total?"

"Let me do the math~"

Ha Bingjie shook his fingers, looked at Clo, then looked at Gawain's face, and said a number:
"A total of 30 million Baileys!"

"Are you crazy?"

Clo's face was gloomy and he shouted angrily:
"Last time, all of these together were less than 10 million. How can it triple? Aren't you afraid that you'll get them but not be able to spend them?!"

"You have to understand me~"

Ha Bingjie spread his hands, showing an expression that he had already defeated Cloro, and said:
"I spent a lot of money to get myself out of the hands of the navy. Now I'm in debt. Besides, arms trade means people will die. Is it appropriate for you to bargain with a dead person?"

As Ha Bingjie spoke, everyone in the bar gathered around him in an instant. Under the lights, the sharp blades reflected cold light, and it was obvious that they were prepared for the situation before them.

Clo gritted his teeth. He didn't want to start a conflict here, so he raised his hand and made a two sign:

"Twenty million! Twenty million at most!"

"This is not enough~"

Ha Bingjie smiled slightly, and just as he was about to speak, a cold voice came from his ear:

"Kro, that's not how you bargain!"

Gawain glanced around and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. He was filled with murderous aura. The oppressive feeling he exuded made nearly a hundred people in the bar dare not take a step forward.

Ha Bingjie's forehead was covered with sweat. He looked at Clo in surprise:

"Hey, hey, hey~ Where did you find these subordinates, Clo? They give people a stronger sense of oppression than you!" "Subordinates?"

Clo looked at Ha Bingjie, with a grim smile on his face:
"He's my captain!"

"Does he think his life is too long to be the captain of a man like you?"

Ha Bingjie retorted.

"Heh, he's different, strong like a monster!"

Cloe refused to give in, but Gawain had lost his patience and looked at Ha Bingjie coldly:

"Ten million."

Ha Bingjie's vest was soaked with sweat, but he still endured the pressure and gritted his teeth and said:

"Twenty million."

next moment.

Silver swords flashed in the bar, and every time they appeared, there was a scream around, and an ear fell from mid-air to the ground, separated from its owner's body.

Gawain was like the god of death, wandering among the crowd, the sword in his hand swiping away pieces of blood.

Everyone panicked instantly and held their weapons tightly, but they could not feel safe at all and could only wait silently for the arrival of death.

"Eight million!"

Gawain's voice reached Ha Bingjie's ears again, but it only made him tremble all over. He kept calling him a lunatic, and no longer had the arrogant attitude of being sure of victory and having the upper hand.

How could he not understand?
Gawain could easily take all of these people's lives by cutting off their ears so easily!

Kro wasn't lying, this really is a monster!

"No, how can you still descend?"

"six--!"

"Eight million! Just eight million!"

Ha Bingjie quickly interrupted Gao Wen, his voice trembling. If he continued to cut the price, he would lose everything on this order!

"I said, six million!"

Gao Wen appeared, looking down at Ha Bingjie from above, his tone brooking no room for argument.

Ha Bingjie opened his mouth, but all he could see were his subordinates covering their ears, trembling in pain but not daring to scream. He shuddered instantly:
"Six million, that's six million!"

Now he just wants to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible!

It doesn’t matter even if I lose money!

If he continues to chop down, all these subordinates who were gathered with great difficulty will probably run away.

The ending for a lone man here will not be very good.

"Don't play tricks. If the captain starts fighting, I can't stop him~"

Clo reached out and patted Ha Bingjie's face. Seeing that the latter didn't dare to resist at all, he couldn't suppress the smile.

Gao Wen looked at the broken sword in his hand and frowned slightly.

This knight's sword, which had accompanied the original owner for several years, was covered with notches on the blade and even had several obvious cracks on the spine of the sword.

Most of these wounds were left from the previous fight with Clo, but Clo's claw knife was still as shiny as new. It was obvious that the quality of the two was not at the same level at all.

"It's time to change weapons."

……

A few hours later.

The sun gradually sets in the sky, and the afterglow dyes the sky red.

A group of people dressed as marines entered the civilian area and carried away boxes of ammunition wrapped in wax paper.

Clo then checked it and confirmed the quality, then nodded to Gao Wen:

“No problem, everything works fine.”

"Ah."

Gawain responded and turned to look at the sea in the distance.

The wind was light and the waves were calm, and a few seabirds flew over the water.

He felt a little uneasy for no reason, then turned to Clo and said:

"Take these supplies and weapons aboard. I'll go and warn that woman. If it's true as we speculated, once Creek's men attack, this port will be destroyed."

Clo was stunned:
"is it necessary?"

Gao Wen showed a smile:
"Someone praised you for being handsome this afternoon."

"boring."

(End of this chapter)