On August 19, 1379, the glory calendar, it is almost dusk.

Two old horses were pulling a convertible extended salted fish cart.

That's right, it's the flatbed truck used to pull salted fish at the Tulun Port Fish Port Pier. The four wheels are crooked and the car board is full of large sea salt particles. Many fish tails, fish heads, and fish scales are scattered on the car board. The pungent smell of salted fish can float hundreds of feet without wind.

Ya rode on the back of an old horse, pulled the bridle, and controlled the two horses to run forward in small steps.

Qiao changed into new clothes, carried the silver-handled sword stolen from the highlander's hands, spread his legs and stood majestic at the front of the flatbed car.

He looked around proudly. If it weren't for his overly bloated body, Qiao Po had a heroic spirit of "feather fan and scarf, heroic posture".

Hundreds of the Vitu family guards lined up in neat rows, surrounded by salted fish carts.

Behind the salted fish cart, more than a thousand soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms lined up. In the middle of the team, there were more than a dozen artillery vehicles, including six 100 milli field guns and twelve sixty milli field guns.

Sinbada lay on the salted fish cart with his back and forked clothes, his clothes were ragged and his hair was messy. His left arm was cut off with his elbows during the previous capture operation. At this moment, his wound was tightly wrapped by a bandage, but blood still slowly seeped out of the bandage.

A piece of cloth that was unknown, pitch black, emitting a strange smell was stuffed into Sinbada's mouth, making him unable to make any noise.

His right hand and legs were firmly fixed on the salted fish cart with handcuffs made of steel, and his limbs and joints were violently removed by teeth. His body was limp like mud, trembling slightly as the carriage moved forward.

The neat team swayed across the city along the street, and wherever they passed, pedestrians on the roadside looked sideways.

Soon, the team crossed the large square in front of the city hall, passed three street intersections and turned north, and passed two more intersections. A four-story building with mottled exterior walls appeared on the side of the road with a somewhat old appearance.

The same white walls, red tiles, and the arched windows on the exterior wall are made of colorful glass to form scenes of local myths and legends in Tulun Port.

The main entrance of the building faces south, and the door made of old black boat boards is decorated with large black round rivets. These iron rivets are rubbed so smoothly that they are combined with the old boat boards with a sense of vicissitudes. This door is filled with an inexplicable historical charm.

On the right wall of the gate, under a large gas street light, a golden anchor more than two feet high was hung on a fine steel chain as thick as a thumb.

This anchor is extremely famous throughout Tulun Port and is well-known to everyone.

This anchor weighs nearly a thousand pounds and is really made of pure gold, not a fake gold plated thing.

This anchor is of high value. If it can be stolen, it will be enough to make people get rich overnight and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

However, this anchor has been hanging here for more than two hundred years, and someone has had its own ideas, but all of those people disappeared, disappearing without a trace, just as if this person had never been in the world.

The anchor made of pure gold is always hanging here, unscrupulously declaring power, wealth, and cruelty, primitive order and power.

This is the 'Golden Anchor Club', the oldest and most famous gold sales nest in Tulun Port.

In this four-story building with an area of ​​more than 20,000 square feet, there are all kinds of wine, color, wealth and energy. It is said that as long as you can walk into this ancient shipboard door, you can satisfy all the noble or despicable desires in your heart.

However, it is different from the pink mermaid who opens its doors and takes guests from all over the world.

The Golden Anchor Club, which is the private place of the indigenous forces in Tulum Port, has its doors only open to the Jiasicans with pure blood.

"Environment here!" Qiao waved his hand hard to the Golden Anchor Club. When he issued the order, his eyes were glowing like cats in the night. The flashing cold light made people feel inexplicably frightened.

Killing the Golden Anchor Club is Joe and his brother Gorkin’s dream for many years!

His body trembled slightly, which was excitement and excitement, not because of tension or fear. Qiao was wondering whether to make an excuse later, get some tinker oil, and then burn the damn building.

The kind Muteste is on top, and Joe knows the position of the Golden Anchor Club in the hearts of the natives of Tulum Port.

This is a monument, this is a totem. In the history of Tulun Port, countless famous figures have been here, and countless thrilling events have happened here.

The United Chamber of Commerce in Tulum Port was established here.

The first overseas free trade certificate for Tulum Port is issued here.

The Convention on Free Navigation in Port Tulum and the United Kingdom of Nice is also formulated here one by one.

The Golden Anchor Club has witnessed almost from beginning to end, how Tulun Port has gone from a spontaneous convergence to one of the richest and most attractive trade hubs along the Storm Ocean.

Forty years ago, the indigenous forces of Tulum Port, headed by the Wells family, issued the "Turun Port Freedom Declaration" here, announcing Tulum Port to form a militia on its own to resist the annexation of the Delun Empire.

Of course, the ending is a bit bleak.

Duke Ross' grandfather, the old Marquis of Huntingburg who had great military achievements, waved his hand, and millions of imperial army roared over, and more than 100,000 Tulun Port militia were destroyed in just two days. The Wells family and other indigenous forces kneeled down to surrender.

It is said that if it weren't for the Welles family and several other big families who had privately offered huge sincerity to the old Marquis of Huntingburg, the Golden Anchor Club would have been burned forty years ago as the "Lair of the Rebellion".

Qiao silently recalled the vicissitudes of the past two hundred years of Jin Anchor Club.

The soldiers in iron-gray uniforms quickly dispersed and surrounded the Golden Anchor Club from all sides.

The soldiers' big scalp boots were stomping on the street, and a messy scream came from the Golden Anchor Club. The windows were opened on the second, third and fourth floors. Someone looked out, then suddenly retracted and closed the window heavily.

"In the name of imperial law, I order you to open the door and cooperate with the next investigation."

Qiao waved the heavy sword, extremely arrogant, and roared loudly with great majesty.

The sea of ​​power resonated strangely with the lungs, making Qiao's voice extremely loud, just like a field cannon fired by "boom".

He stood in the salted fish cart and shouted loudly. The first floor of the Golden Anchor Club was facing the street. The two glass windows closest to Qiao were "clicking" and many colorful glass pieces were shattered by him.

‘Dong’!

The heavy door latch sounded, and the heavy old boat board door of the Golden Anchor Club slowly opened.

An old man with extraordinary demeanor and noble style walked out of the door.

The half-length white hair was neatly combed neatly and greasy, and was scattered backwards into a large back. The tuxedo was neat and neat, wearing white silk gloves on both hands, and a pure gold sheep's head stick with a thin cane on the ivory cane.

Claude Jong Haydn, member and chairman of the Golden Anchor Club, is an old man in his 90s and is energetic and has a straight back.

Looking at the densely packed guards and soldiers of the Vitu family on the street in front of him, Claude coughed heavily: "Joe, what happened? What do you want to do? You must do this? Think about it? This is the Vitu family, Hessen's will?"

The thin stick in his left hand slapped heavily on the ground. With a sniffle, the pole made of ivory sank deeply into the granite floor tiles more than a foot deep. Claude drooped his eyelids and whispered: "You...you...are sure that you can bear all the consequences?"

Without any scenes, the stormy Claude went straight to the point and directly attacked Joe.

Joe looked at the ivory stick in Claude's hand, and the fat on his face twitched violently.

The relatively fragile ivory, like a knife cutting butter, pierced into the hard granite so easily. Even if Qiao now has more than 100,000 pounds of brute force, he thought he would never be able to do this.

This involves a higher level of power and spiritual sea, and involves the use of power at a higher level.

Qiao still has a long way to go from such a extraordinary realm.

Ya jumped off the old horse, and Si Gengsi walked silently behind Ya. More than a dozen masters of the Weitu family, together with several officers with lieutenant colonels and majors, walked forward a few steps together.

The lieutenant colonel present, who was the tallest, six feet and five inches tall, coughed heavily, and spitted thick phlegm on the ground with a "pop".

‘Swish~pa’!

A road brick at the foot of the lieutenant colonel was crushed by his mouthful of thick phlegm, and it was sunk into a deep pit that was as big as a fist.

The fat on Joe's face shook again, and then he smiled and shook his head at Old Man Claude: "The kind Muteste is above, and the Weitu family has no intention of provoking dispute..."

Old man Claude quickly interrupted Joe's words. The cold light flashed behind his drooping eyelids, and he said coldly: "Then, take your dog's legs away! At a young age, show off your power here, who will give you the courage?"

The Imperial soldiers present breathed out at the same time.

The guards of the Vitu family are undoubtedly Joe's loyal dog legs.

But they were the serious Imperial Army. Claude's words immediately offended all the Imperial soldiers present.

Joe immediately laughed out loud: "No, no, no, respected Mr. Claude, I am just on order."

Qiao Ban raised his face and kicked Sinbada on the salted fish cart heavily.

"After the order of the Duke of Jiasica and the Governor of the Southern Imperial Region, Lord Ross von Jiasica Huntingburg, to thoroughly investigate the bloody case of Zhongqiu." Qiao shouted sternly: "Now there is a confession of the suspect Sinbada. In the Golden Retriever Club, someone colluded with foreign troops to treason and go against the trend."

Qiao stared at the old man Claude fiercely and shouted: "In the name of imperial law, let go of the way. We must seal the Golden Anchor Club and arrest suspects related to Zhongqiu's bloody case and felony treason!"

"Anyone who blocks will be punished together!" Qiao's voice became louder and louder, with a sense of hysterical excitement.

Old man Claude looked at Joe tremblingly. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Who is it? Report his name and I'll let him come out!"

Qiao looked at Cloud gloomyly, and drew a circle towards the building in front of him.
Chapter completed!