I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 13 013. Clay chicken and clay dog!

Messer's eyelids drooped, his eyes fixed on Bogart, his mouth opening and closing silently.

Bogart knew those were two words.

"traitor"

Suddenly, Bogart gritted his teeth in anger and said immediately:
“No, little Mercer, how am I a traitor?

You exchanged the gold beans for money at the money exchange and bought clothes outside.

Your grandfather asked me if I bought it, and I said no. He then asked me where the money came from, and I told him straight out. It’s not my fault.”

"If I had known that, I wouldn't have asked you to go out that day. I would have asked someone else to do the same. I asked you to lead the way, and then I treated you to a meal. We agreed to keep it a secret. I didn't expect that you would sell me out in the end."

Listening to Messier's barrage of complaints, Bogart felt a little embarrassed. After all, he had done something dishonest, so he said helplessly:

"How about I treat you to a meal later? Just consider it an apology. Don't be angry, your grandfather is not a stranger, right?"

"I'm not angry, are you serious?" Mercer squinted at him. "I have a big appetite. Are you sure you want to treat me to a delicious meal?"

Bogart rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Sure. I mean what I say."

"Tsk, you said you'd keep it a secret last time, but you turned around and sold me out."

"I don't think you know how to keep secrets. I think you should quit the navy. If you're too poor to afford food in the future, I'll reluctantly accept you as a guard for me."

Bogart's face turned green, while Cap watched with amusement. Seeing the former's pleading eyes, Cap smiled and said, "Then buy me something to eat later."

Bogart sighed and touched his suit pocket. Bailey should have enough.

Bogart also knew that Cap's freeloading behavior meant that his boss's pockets might be cleaner than his face. In the past few years, Cap's salary allowance had been used to buy medicinal herbs for the kid in front of him, and he even helped to buy them.

It is sent to Drum Island every year.

Ugh!
After hesitating for a while, when the three of them came to the deck, there were almost no people on the warship except those on duty.

Garp muttered.

"A bunch of little brats, they can't even keep the few spare dollars in their pockets, and they still want to marry the female soldiers on Ahe's ship, they're dreaming."

"Those female soldiers have a lot of admirers. For those of them who can't keep their money, they just need to daydream more."

"Bogart, don't learn from them. If you want to marry one of Ahe's female soldiers, you have to save up some money. The conditions are so poor that I'm embarrassed to go to Ahe to ask for one on your behalf."

Bogart's face turned green again, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. "Then you'd better not ask for it. I like the gentle type. Lieutenant General Crane's female soldiers are too tough. I don't have much appetite."

"Oh, so you like soft and cute girls. Do you like to be a gigolo?" Mercer chuckled softly. "That's right, the kind that are light and soft, delicate and dainty. They can arouse your desire to protect me, uncle."

Bogart's face darkened, and he felt his fists harden as he looked at the father and son.

but.

I can’t beat my grandparents.

I don’t dare to beat my grandchildren.

Just one word: shameless!
He got off the warship with a gloomy face and quickened his pace, wanting only to escape from these two people as soon as possible.

But after a few seconds, Moses' voice was heard.

"Uncle Bogart, why are you running so fast? Did you forget to treat us both to a big dinner?"

"Yes, Bogart, slow down. You young man really don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young."

"Thank you so much! I haven't forgotten. Can't you two hurry up?" Bogart slowed down his pace, feeling exhausted. He felt that life was a bit bleak. "This old man and this kid are simply demons."

The three of them walked out of the port and onto the busy streets. There were bright lights and wine, all kinds of shouts and hawking sounds, and all kinds of stalls were set up on both sides of the street.

After a while, Moses had a lot of delicious food in his hands.

I have to say, it is worthy of being the capital of food, with all kinds of classic snacks that make people want to eat their tongue.

The food is different from the food on the warship.

The meals on warships are first and foremost based on the pursuit of nutritional balance, and then on the color, aroma and taste of the ingredients.

Here, everything is done to serve the delicious food, with a wide variety of styles, colors, aromas and tastes.

Messi was dazzled by the delicious dishes. He ate one after another. Cap was no less delicious. He didn't have to pay for it, so he could just eat as he went.

Bogart followed behind with a look of wanting to cry but unable to. He should have thought of it earlier, that like father, like grandson. It seems that he had underestimated the father and son.

Messier took off a bunch of octopus legs in one bite, chewed them and swallowed them. He took a deep breath, feeling the peristalsis of his stomach and intestines, speeding up his breathing and improving his digestive function.

With the gift of breathing, which greatly improved his ability to use his own body, Moses can now naturally and slightly interfere with his own organs.

There were already signs of life returning. As digestion accelerated and nutrients were absorbed by the body, Moses felt his body becoming warm and his newly bulging belly became flat again.

With a "hehe" smile, Messi continued to work hard to eat up Bogart's wallet.

First there were snacks, then desserts, and then various staple foods. They ate one by one. Messier and Cap enjoyed their meals very much. Bogart, who was paying at the back, looked confused, and soon joined in.

He realized that the father and son wanted to eat up his wallet. When he thought of this, Bogart thought to himself that he must not let these two succeed. He could not suffer any more losses.

Life returns.

then.

A beautiful landscape appears.

A group of three people, old, middle-aged and young, eat and drink to their heart's content wherever they go.

They look like a group of gourmets from outside who came to Puji specifically to have fun.

Therefore, many people noticed this trio.

Watching them spend money like water.

No matter whether it’s cheap or expensive, as long as it tastes good, I will enjoy it and then move on to the next place.

Bad eyes kept scanning, but when they saw the two adults, one as strong as a bear and the other wearing a suit and collar with a sword at his waist, many of the little thieves were persuaded to retreat.

I don’t know how long it was, but while I was walking on the street and eating candied haws to help digestion, Bogart came up to me with an embarrassed look on his face, acting shy.

"Well, little Mercer, are you full? I see you've eaten quite a bit. Why don't we go to the beach and enjoy some fresh air?"

Northwest wind?

Seeing this scene, Cap's mouth curled up slightly, but he looked at Messier calmly, wanting to see what his eldest grandson would do next.

Likewise, Moses smiled.

"Uncle Bogart, your pockets are clean now, do you want to spend my money next time?"

"You do not want?"

"Oh, that's fine."

Bogart looked at Messer in confusion. He hadn't said anything yet, but why did this guy start asking and answering his own questions?

Bogart: "I"

Mercer sighed and rolled his eyes at Bogart. "I know you don't want to spend my money. I know it's your principle as an adult. You just want to save face."

No, I am not. I can give up this principle, and I don’t want this face either, Bogart yelled in his heart, but he heard Messer’s words again.

"Well, then I'll give you a chance. Just follow me quietly. How much you can earn then depends on your luck."

Then, Messer pulled Cap's arm and said sweetly, "Grandpa, I need to pee. I just saw the toilet. Wait for me, I'll come back to you soon."

As he said that, Messer let go of Garp's arm and ran into the crowd behind him.

Karp looked at Bogart with a subtle expression, grinning and said happily:

"Hey, brat, was that brat Messer acting like a spoiled child with me just now? It was the first time. Hahaha!"

Bogart said with a look of despair, "Didn't you hear what that brat just said? I'm sure he's up to something. Aren't you worried?"

Karp looked nonchalant and patted his trouser pockets: "Don't you have it? I'll leave Messer to you. I'm going to go play."

Cap walked out, looking like a wealthy man, and after a few seconds waved to Bogart.

Bogart stared at Garp fiercely, gritted his teeth, then used his Observation Haki to find the direction of Messier's breath.

……

Take slow, deep breaths through your mouth, and sufficient oxygen is delivered to every corner of your body, providing your body with a constant source of vitality.

It also relieves the shame of trying to be cute just now.

The observation Haki sensed the dazzling gazes and the undisguised greed.

One, two, three, ten.

One group, two groups, three groups.

Who is the prey?

Who is the hunter?

There is no such thing as a legend in this world that says you can't look down on the elderly or children.

The elderly and children naturally represent the weak.

A fair-skinned, good-looking kid who grew up with a family that spent money lavishly left his family alone, which told the ruffians on the island that a big, fat fish had appeared.

It doesn't matter whether you have money or not.

There's never just Pele to be found in the valuable stuff.

As long as you are healthy.

It’s better to be good-looking.

There are plenty of places to sell it.

With the malicious man following behind him, Messer walked further and further away, and finally stopped in an alley slightly away from the main street.

Messer stood firmly in a corner where waste was piled up, took out his tools accurately, and did the important thing in his life comfortably.

Nearly twenty seconds.

Moses shuddered.

"Phew, I'm not lying."

After putting the tools back, Messer turned around the corner. As expected, the road opposite was blocked.

One, two, thirty.

There were ten people in total, divided into three groups. They seemed to be acquaintances who knew each other and were quietly blocking the aisle about ten meters away from him.

Moses looked at them, and they looked at Moses.

Messer used his Observation Haki to see through their bodies and found no guns. He walked over and stopped three meters away from them.

"Sorry, could you please move aside and let me pass."

At this moment, everyone looked at each other in surprise, and then burst into laughter.

"I told you, this kid is probably a fool. How could he run so far just for peeing?"

"Hehehe, she has fair skin and tender flesh. I've heard that noble lords and ladies like this."

"Hey, hey, hey, we agreed that we'll take turns. This time, this little thing belongs to our Liqian Club, so don't even think about going back on your word."

These three groups are obviously in a cooperative and competitive relationship, and they have been cooperating for quite some time. Judging from their tone, they have obviously regarded Moses as their own possession.

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and grabbed the neck of Messer, who seemed to be frightened and motionless.

The middle-aged man cursed, "Oh, you guys are talking too much nonsense, the sooner you finish it, the sooner you can sell it for money, I... Uh..."

Although there was vigilance in his eyes, he was about to grab Moses' neck.

Messer dodged the claws with a flash, stepped forward with his left foot, and kicked the ground with his right foot, hitting him hard in the crotch with a slight whirring sound.

"Click it."

The moment he bent over and howled in pain, he retracted his left palm and hit him in the chin with a cannon into the sky.

The force was no less than that of an adult man, knocking him to the ground in an instant.

His head hit the ground and he passed out.

Messer looked at the remaining nine people calmly, his peaceful eyes full of indifference.

After a split second of attack and defense, they only realized that the middle-aged man was careless and was attacked in the vitals.

Of course, it was also because Moses’ appearance was too deceptive.

Then, angry shouts and curses were heard.

"Asshole, you're looking for death, you little brat."

"Haha, you're quite good at this. This is even more valuable. Don't hurt his face, and make it quick and easy."

"That's right, the little guy is quite powerful. I believe those two are also powerful. Let's deal with it quickly, otherwise his family will come looking for him soon."

Messer dodged a palm again, and a scalpel appeared in his right hand, cutting accurately at the bend of his forearm.

Blood splattered.

Messer nimbly moved through the crowd, dodging attacks one after another, punching, kicking, with muffled sounds, and slicing with a scalpel. He used his observation Haki to predict in advance and relied on his short stature to move among them.

Howling, yelling, and crying!

The sharp scalpel approached as he crouched down, cutting their hamstrings and hand tendons one by one, and powerful kicks attacked their lower bodies accurately. After more than ten seconds, Messer appeared behind them.

Of the remaining nine people, some were unconscious, while others were lying on the ground crying miserably, with no trace of the glory just now.

despair!
When the dust settled, a figure descended from the wall at the top of the alley, looking at the calm Moses and the tragic situation here with surprise.

"You're late." Mercer glanced at Bogart and said calmly, "You won't get any of this extra money."

Bogart's eyes twitched, and he felt a lump in his throat that was hard to swallow. He could only utter one word with a stiff face: "Okay."

Messer ignored Bogart and started searching, first from the unconscious people, and took out stacks of Baileys of different denominations.

There are zeros and wholes.

Then Messiah saw several people who had not fainted yet took out all the valuables from their pockets with a look of horror on their faces.

"No, no, don't kill me. I'll give you all the money. Please spare me."

"Yes, I have money too. I'll give you all the Baileys."

"I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and... uh ah below me."

The one who said "eighty-year-old mother" was kicked in the mouth by Moses. With a "crack", a mouthful of teeth mixed with blood spurted out, and the words that made Moses feel sick were stopped.

"I heard you wanted to sell me?" The scalpel in Messer's hand was still stained with blood. "I'm curious, can you tell me where you plan to sell me to?"

Messer half-knelt beside a man who was obviously in the same group as the middle-aged man at the beginning. He was the one who shouted the loudest at the beginning.

The scalpel cut open the corner of his eye, and a trickle of blood flowed out. Looking at his wide-open eyes, Messer smiled.

The man shuddered at what he saw.

"Tell me, there must be more than one of you in this group. If you dare to lie, I will gouge out your eyes. For every word you say, I will gouge out one. I want to see how many eyes you have.

Liqian Club, right?"

The man's mouth was trembling.

"I, I said. Huh"

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