This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

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Chapter 81 Good Weather

The boat docked slowly.

Standing on the bow of the boat, Ron put away the shoddy nautical chart, looked at the bustling island in front of him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really lucky... I thought we would starve to death at sea."

Nicole Robin walked slowly to Ron's side and said softly:

"At that time, the bodies of the two of us will be divided up by seabirds, leaving only two piles of pale bones."

Ron's mouth twitched.

Although I know you are joking, do you want to stop being so serious with your expression?

Because it was too hasty to escape from Alabasta, Robin did not have a record pointer in his hand, only such a crudely made nautical chart.

But she doesn't know how to sail.

If you lose your way in this sea, no matter how strong you are, you will be all-rounder.

Even Ron, the chief of the military academy, had difficulty identifying the correct course from the movement of the sun, the change of wind direction and the change of sea current. Using the almost blurred nautical chart in his hand, he finally found a supply islands.

"I have to do some things first. Let's meet here in half an hour, Miss Pirate."

Ron said lightly, and then jumped straight off the deck.

Nicole Robin narrowed her eyes and looked at Ron's back, suddenly smiled, then fixed the boat on the port, and slowly boarded the land.

……

This island is very prosperous, and it is a relatively well-known transfer station for supplies and caravans in the first half of the Great Channel.

There are various shops on both sides of the street, and there are a variety of goods in front of the shops.

Ron, who was naked from the upper body, went to a clothing store to buy a large cloak under the awkward and strange eyes of passers-by.

After covering half of his face and body with the cloak, he walked out of the shop, and then scanned the sides of the street a few times.

"found it……"

He whispered, and walked quickly in a certain direction.

It was a tavern.

jingle...

Ron pushed the door and walked in, and the small door of the tavern was full of noise and noise.

In the dim tavern, there are several tables, and guests are sitting scattered on the tables.

All kinds of drunks gather here, including black workers on the docks, swindlers and hooligans in the small town, and smugglers... It's obvious at a glance that it's a dirty place.

Ron didn't look at anyone else, and walked to the bar on his own.

Behind the bar is a woman with a hot figure, with a dusty aura between her brows.

"Guest, what would you like to drink?"

The woman said lightly.

"I want to know the most interesting place on this island." There was a smile on Ron's face that any man could understand.

He directly threw out a stack of colorful banknotes.

Well, the money was forcibly given to him by Princess Weiwei when he left Alabasta.

Such a stack adds up to hundreds of thousands of Baileys.

The rest and Ron's countless treasures were all left on the warship.

The moment the mature woman saw the stack of banknotes, her eyes lit up, and her indifferent expression immediately became eager.

She leaned her body forward against the bar, her black suspender top squeezed out an astonishing arc, winked at Ron coquettishly and said:

"Does the guest want something fun?"

"The slave house is quite fun..."

She glanced at the boy in front of her.

Although this young man was ordinary-looking, he was generous, much better than those hob meat who only took advantage of words and didn't give money.

Ron shook his head with a smile and said:

"One of you is not enough."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of banknotes again and pushed it forward.

The woman's breathing suddenly became heavy.

She licked her lips covered in bright red lipstick, casually accepted the two stacks of banknotes with one hand, and said with a smile:

"No problem, the guest will wait for me for a while, can you?"

Ron nodded with a smile and said:

"of course can."

"But before you go, can you pour me a whiskey?"

The woman blinked at Ron, her fingers covered with purple nail polish lightly brushed across the boy's palm, and said with a charming smile:

"Wait for a while... I will have a drink with you when I come back later, okay?"

As she spoke, she turned around and left through the small door behind the bar.

Ron was not in a hurry, he just sat quietly at the bar and waited.

"Young man, you have been deceived."

"If you still want to live, run away."

At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded from a corner of the bar.

Ron followed the sound and saw that it was an old man with gray hair, and the table was full of empty bottles of cheap beer.

He smiled politely and said:

"Old man, thank you for your concern."

The old man glanced at Ron and stopped talking.

There is no shortage of conceited and arrogant young people in this sea. These people often only know how to restrain themselves after they stumble.

It's a pity that this young man who doesn't seem to have a bad heart, but is just a bit lecherous, is about to die here.

The old man picked up half a bottle of beer and took a sip, shaking his head drunkenly.

3 minute later.

boom!

The door of the bar was slammed open, and the woman at the bar just walked in first, followed by a dozen fierce and strong men.

"Graceful guests...are we enough to serve you?"

The woman laughed greedily.

Ron laughed with satisfaction:

"It seems that the trip was not in vain."

The woman was taken aback.

Then she lost sight of the young man in her eyes.

Bang bang bang!

A dull sound of punches and kicks sounded in the bar.

Then came the sound of figures falling to the ground.

The woman only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the figure of the young man standing in front of the bar had reappeared in place.

And the thugs he brought seemed to have all fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"You... who are you!?"

The woman screamed, her face pale.

Ron looked at the trembling woman, smiled politely and said:

"Don't get me wrong, I mean no harm."

"Give me a whiskey, please, and take me to the best place on the island."

"correct……"

He pointed to the stunned old man in the corner,

"Please give that uncle a bottle of the best wine you have here. As for the money for the wine...I remember I gave it to you just now, right?"

The woman nodded like a pounding garlic, and her feet felt weak.

With a trembling body, she walked over cautiously, picked up the whiskey and poured it for Ron.

Because his hands were shaking, the mouth of the whiskey bottle collided with the glass continuously, making a crisp sound.

"Don't be nervous..."

Ron supported the shaking wine bottle, without looking at the woman, he smiled nonchalantly and said:

"The shot just now was just a mistake."

"There will be no more mistakes in the future."