Chapter 274 Fighting with a Sense of Ritual (First Order Plus Update)

Approaching the bar, Xifa saw all kinds of reward orders posted outside the bar door. The most eye-catching thing here is the 'King of the Five Seas'. His reward order is written in big blood-red characters, and the reward amount is so large that it makes one's throat dry, a total of 800,000 pounds!

Other reward orders include thousands of pounds for big pirates, hundreds of pounds for ordinary pirate leaders, and tens of thousands of pounds for pirate generals.

The rewards were layered upon layer, from high to low, almost filling the door.

Xifa withdrew his gaze, opened the door and walked into the bar, and saw two people scolding each other, showing each other their superb swearing skills and swear words. The two brawny men, one in a navy blue and white striped shirt, the other with a shaved head and a tattoo of a sea eagle on his head.

"Shit Navy!

"No one in Port Damir dares to slander me for serving the master of the 'Black Tulip'!"

Hearing this, Xifa glanced at the man with the sea eagle tattoo on his head. The 'Black Tulip' is Admiral Hell's flagship, is this man his informant?

No, if I were General Hell, I wouldn't use such a fool.

Xifa didn't care. He came to the bar and tapped on the wooden countertop: "Give me a glass of Nanweier beer, and besides, what do you have to fill your stomach?"

The bartender with a bronze complexion and white teeth said without expression: "Our special bacon is not bad, would you like a plate?"

Xifa nodded: "One more potato bread."

The bartender walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Xifa turned around and saw that the scolding between the two strong men had ended, but at this moment, a short and thin man sat beside him with a drink.

"You should be an adventurer, right?" He smiled. This man has black hair and blue eyes, his facial features look a bit old-fashioned, and his temperament is even more wretched.

Xifa was trying to enrich his "life experience", and smiled slightly: "It's not very obvious."

Like those rookies who have just entered the industry, he unveiled his cloak in a somewhat ostentatious way, revealing a gorgeous style of 'Blood Praise'.

"I can see that you are not a simple guy. Have you heard of 'Death's Treasure'?" The short man lowered his voice and looked around for fear of being discovered.

Xifa made himself look very interested: "Let's hear it."

"It is said that hundreds of years ago, a ship sailing from the southern continent to the northern continent sank at sea. The ship belonged to a secret organization that believed in the god of death. I heard that there were members of the royal family of the ancient Balam Empire on board. But these are not important, the important thing is that the ship is full of treasures." The little man said vividly, as if he saw the ship sink into the bottom of the sea with his own eyes.

"My partner and I found some information and knew where it sank. We decided to salvage it ourselves. It will cost about 1,200 pounds. I have found 10 investors and raised 870 pounds. Are you interested in participating?"

As soon as the voice fell, someone shouted: "Woody, didn't I say, don't let me see you in the bar!"

The burly man with the sea eagle tattoo on his head picked up the little man, threw him to the ground, and sat on Woody's chair.

"Never mind, my friend, this is our Port Damier rat, and he's always cheating and ruining our reputation."

"Hey, don't be afraid, I, 'Sea Eagle' Logan, have nothing to do with 'Admiral of Hell'!"

I am not afraid.

And, why are you emphasizing this?

"Your bacon, bread and wine."

The voice of the bartender came from behind the bar, and Sifa turned around, and saw a plate of red and white sliced ​​bacon, a piece of baked potato bread that was slightly blackened, and a wooden wine glass on the wooden counter. beer.

"6 pounds, bread and beer are complimentary." The bartender said blankly.

Why don't you grab it?

This was Xifa's first thought after seeing the food.

Look at this bacon, it's thin and sparse. And this bread, this beer, let alone 6 pounds, 1 pound is too much.

"My friend, it's time to pay."

'Sea Eagle' Logan turned his head to look at Sifa, showing a warm smile, and raised his arms to show his muscles.

Xifa sat up straight and said with a smile: "Obviously, the price premium for this food is too high. Is this how you operate? Buying and selling new faces?"

Logan next to him lowered his face: "My friend, we people in Damir Port are very enthusiastic, but if someone wants to eat and drink for free, then we will definitely not be polite to him."

He whistled, and men appeared around the bar, walking towards Sifa maliciously.

Xifa laughed, nodded, took out a 5 pound note and a 1 pound note from his pocket, put them on the bar, and walked towards the door.

Logan winked, and the men sat back down again. He picked up the money on the table, threw a £1 note at the bartender, and said with a smile, "I thought I ran into some ruthless character, but it turned out to be a softie."

The bartender was just about to say that the money he got was too little, but he suddenly froze for a moment and looked forward in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Logan turned his head, and saw that Xifa walked to the gate, but did not leave. Instead, he pushed a table and smashed the door.

Then the windows around the bar were closed and the curtains drawn. During the whole process, Xifa had a solemn expression, as if holding a solemn ceremony. Then he clapped his hands and walked back smiling.

Seeing the smile on Sifer's face, Logan felt that something was going to happen. He quickly stood up and took out his old handgun that could be displayed in a museum.

He pointed the gun at Sifa: "What are you going to do!"

Xifa ignored it, came to the side, moved out a high chair, and placed it in front of Logan, making the strong man confused. Suddenly, Xifa dodged, approached Logan, pressed the back of the opponent's head with his backhand, tripped his foot, and shook his hand vigorously at the same time.

The strong man suddenly lost his balance, and his head slammed heavily on the seat of the high chair, before rolling to the ground screaming. He endured the pain and raised the pistol, but Sifa grabbed one of his fingers and pulled it out, causing Logan to be so painful that he couldn't hold the pistol.

Cifer raised his foot and kicked it down on Logan's chin. There was a snap on the spot, and Logan's chin was dislocated. Cifer raised his foot again, kicked it down a second time, and this time Logan's nose was cocked to one side.

slap, slap, slap

There were rhythmic blows one after another in the bar. Logan had already passed out after receiving the sound of the third kick, but Kesifah kicked him five times before he stopped.

The bartender's face turned green at this moment, and he shouted, "Hit him, hit him!"

Several bar thugs who had stood up just now rushed over, but Xifa was knocked down one by one.

When the ground was full of people, Xifa sat back in the high chair, took a sip of beer slowly, picked up a piece of bacon, put it in his mouth, chewed and commented: "It's a bit thin, it tastes really good , don’t have a flavor.”

Behind the bar, the bartender didn't know how to respond, and didn't dare to leave, just stuck there like a log