Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

"Boss, I'm thin."

While answering the question from the deep physical voice, the tavern owner knocked on the door rhythmically with a 16-8 pattern.

This was a secret code agreed upon between him and the financial sponsor, and only the two of them knew it.

Whenever this knock on the door was heard, it meant that the tavern owner himself was coming.

Things that would make him come here in person are usually not small matters.

"Please come in."

The metal master in the room was quite polite and treated those in the service industry as human beings.

Some metals didn't even take him, the boss of the underground mercenary intelligence center, as a human being, but instead treated him like a dog.

But as long as you can make money, it doesn't hurt to be treated like a dog. The tavern owner has always thought so and has always done so.

He never thought that being treated like a dog by rich people was a bad thing.

As long as he can be given money, it doesn't matter if he is treated as a dog.

If others want to be treated like dogs, they haven’t had that chance yet.

In his line of work, the more shameless you are, the more money you can make.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

The mysterious customer sat on the sofa in the lounge, tilting his head slightly, facing the direction of the tavern owner.

But unfortunately, the tavern owner couldn't see his expression because he was covered in a black cloth.

There was even a patch on her face, making it impossible to see the black scarf underneath.

It can be said that the sense of mystery is fully grasped by this customer.

If the other party had not given a lot of money, it would definitely not be so smooth for the tavern owner to receive such a person.

Because although the other party was mysterious, he did not show his face.

Made him very insecure.

That’s right, people working in the underground industry also need a sense of security.

Even more than what the formal industry craves.

Because they all live with their heads hanging on their belts, and who knows when they will die.

They are willing to receive those desperate criminals only because they can gain benefits, and never because they want to receive them.

"There is a ship girl asking about you."

The tavern owner didn't beat around the bush and told his customers the main points directly.

"Shipgirl? What does she look like?"

The mysterious man dressed in black paused and asked.

"One is tall and the other is short, both have white hair. The short one looks like a lolita, while the tall one should be a queen."

The tavern owner didn't say anything about destroyers or battleships.

As a person who has been in society for many years, he certainly knows that the appearance of some ship girls does not match their types.

So he only gave a reference opinion.

"Thin guy, I don't believe you don't have a clear idea in your mind, or after they showed up, you would definitely send someone to investigate."

The pitch-black man spoke in a serious voice.

Of course, as a customer, he also knew that the person in front of him was not someone who would talk about everything at once.

"You must have already investigated what kind of ships they are?"

"Ah... well..."

As for the specific types of ships those ship girls are?

The tavern owner pinched his index finger, middle finger and thumb together and rubbed them.

"Humph."

The man in black put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a stack of bills and threw it on the table in front of him.

"I really can't help it. I still have a lot of people to feed, especially those men who are gathering intelligence this time. They also need to eat."

Just blame the boss for explaining while putting his hand on the money for the tea.

"Oh!"

There was a slight, quiet sound, which was indeed the black-clothed man's black-gloved hand pressing on the back of the tavern owner's hand, causing the entire wooden coffee table to creak.

Fortunately, the man in black did not attack violently, but his downward force was getting stronger and stronger.

The tavern owner felt like there was a mountain pressing down on the back of his hand, and the weight made his entire hand begin to ache.

"Hey boss, it hurts!"

The tavern owner was a little panicked. He didn't expect that the other party, who was not much stronger than him, had such great strength.

"Don't play tricks. I've given you the money, but you have to do the job well."

The man in black withdrew his hand after saying this.

The tavern owner quickly raised his hand, grabbing the money.

Because the light in the room was dim, he couldn't see clearly what his hand looked like, but he guessed that there were at least five fingerprints.

"It's Kokang and Belfast. They came back with a caravan and they're holding the people you hired last time. As for the other people you hired last time, I'm afraid they're in danger."

The tavern owner put the money into his pocket, and while rubbing the hand that had been held down with his empty hand, he answered the questions of his sponsor.

"Courageous... Belfast..."

The man in black was muttering to himself, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"They joined the caravan halfway. As for what they experienced before, no one knows. Perhaps only the person they captured knows."

No.386 Not Like a Shipgirl

The tavern owner's words made the man in black silent for a while.

The tavern owner was already accustomed to this kind of situation. These big shots always spent more time thinking rather than doing things.

"Any other information?"

The man in black raised his head and continued to ask.

"Well, there is..."

Although the tavern owner was helpless, he didn't feel angry.

The financial sponsor in front of him obviously did not often come to underground trading institutions like his, so he did not know many of the rules.

Every piece of information like this requires payment.

And this Golden Pig Master seems to be thinking of getting all the information by paying once.

This is of course impossible, it is a question of regularity.

As the boss here, of course he has to be the first to follow the rules.

"Don't push yourself too far!"

The man in black was a little angry and embarrassed, as if he had not expected the tavern owner to be so greedy.

"No, this is an unwritten rule in the underworld. Every piece of intelligence must be paid for. If I break this rule, it will disrupt the market balance and other intelligence dealers will kill me."

The pub owner said it was not that he didn't want to be free, but that the market did not allow it.

"Boss, you know that rules are not set by a single person, but maintained by everyone. So sometimes people who break the rules will be on the opposite side of the interests, and then be taken advantage of by others."

The tavern owner had never felt it himself, but he had done it to others.

We can get some idea from the scale of his underground business.

He has devoured many of his peers to reach his current size.

So he just hasn't felt it, but it doesn't mean he hasn't seen it.

It is very unwise to give others handles in this business full of gangsters.

"And I've already sent you a message just now, considering that you've spent so much money with me. But that's already the limit. If I send you more, I won't be able to afford a meal."

For new financial sponsors, it is important to teach them that spending money is their responsibility.

Of course, it is also a prerequisite for him to make money.

"Send me a message?"

The man in black felt unbelievable.

He couldn't remember at all what message the thin man had sent him.

Don't worry about anyone or the ship girl coming to investigate him and inform him about this matter. The reward has already been given to this thin guy together with the information fee for asking the ship girl's name.

"It's the news that they have returned with the people you hired before."

Seeing that his employer really couldn't remember, the tavern owner quickly spoke up.

"I...Okay, here you go."

The man in black obviously wanted to curse, but for some reason, he held it back and just gritted his teeth and threw out another stack of coins.

"The man they are carrying is called Ono Koichi, a member of the wild mercenary team 'Sunfire'. But Saga has not seen other members of the Sunfire team so far, so I said that the other mercenaries you hired are in danger. Of course, my guess is just a reference."

The tavern owner first introduced the hostage being held, and then went on to talk about the paid content.

"According to observation, his leg seems to be broken. However, according to the information we have investigated, he did not break his leg when he set out on foot with the Sunfire team after accepting your employment."

"Are you sure it's broken?"

The man in black caught the key point of the tavern owner's words.

"Yes, a splint has been used. The location is the middle part of the calf, not the joint, so the possibility of joint dislocation can be ruled out."

The tavern owner nodded emphatically.

"In other words, that Kogan and Belfast broke someone's legs and forced him to be a guide to find me?"

The man in black turned the information over in his mind and then made a summary.

The tavern owner said nothing. He was only responsible for providing information and at most giving some reference.

It's not that you can't do the job of compiling intelligence, but you have to pay extra.

"Are you okay?"

After hesitating for a while, the man in black suddenly looked up and asked, as if he had just remembered that the tavern owner was still in the lounge.

"Yes, they have found my tavern, but I sent them away."

Not all mercenaries come to this underground mercenary station. Many wild mercenaries have only 3 or 5 people in a team. They have no skills and no energy.

That kind of mercenary team doesn't even have the right to know about this underground mercenary agency.

Only the better mercenary teams of more than 20 or 30 people have some captains with connections who can come here to hand over the missions.

What he mainly deals with here is the handover of tasks from large and medium-sized mercenary groups and even some military forces.

He is in big business.

The last task issued by this financial sponsor only required a lot of people.

There was no mention of quality of personnel or equipment, but the money given was enough.

That's easy. Just send someone to go to his tavern and shout.

Although his tavern is just a tavern, a small number of underground tasks can be handed over there.

Those trivial tasks that do not require large or medium-sized mercenary groups.

He always thought that his brain was really amazing.

He would send out some black missions through the tavern from time to time. Even if someone came to investigate, they would only focus on the tavern he openly launched, and would not find his mercenary agency hidden deeper inside.

And because the prices of wine and food were low, those small mercenaries who were not qualified to know about the underground mercenary agency liked to stay there very much and do some tasks that the Saga Naval Base would not issue.