The past is vivid in my mind, and those memories are so profound, like imprints burning, like silver needles constantly tingling the nerves.

At this moment, Smier felt a headache, and even disliked or hated his father. He suddenly didn't understand why his father was always so kind and ruthless in the past, and could even be called the Virgin. In the family disputes, he acted too cowardly and blindly avoided tolerance, which led to the final bitter fruit.

Thinking of this, Smair became even more angry. He even had the urge to tear his father to pieces, and this feeling even surpassed his hatred for the eldest mate Chusuo.

How could such a person exist in this world?

Although I don’t know why my father was framed for the end, and was captured by the Navy and executed on Judicial Island, his father’s death is closely related to his arrival in Water City and the prop that can exert the effect of “returning life”.

And the direction of all these clues seems to be related to the black market merchant named monk in my memory.

Thinking of this, Smier's face once again showed a cruel grin on his face, and Uncle Fa'er's face and the figure of the sinister and cunning black market businessman appeared in his memory.

Both of you must die, and you must die.

Smier inherited his father's hatred and wiped out all the indifferent family affection. It was not just about defeating the er. Now he would take action without any mercy if he wanted to be disadvantaged by his family.

Hatred is his greatest motivation at present. If those already meaningless bonds can be helpful to him, they can naturally be used. If it only adds burdens, he will give up without hesitation.

Smair gradually pulled away from the painful past. After coming to his senses, the bustling and bustling streets were still around him. This Water City was always so full of vitality.

Before he knew it, he came to the old goods market in the slums.

Here, hunters dressed in strange clothes and stunning bodies were setting up stalls on the side of the road, selling various delicious fruits from Dixie Valley and beautiful or practical materials. Most of these materials were fake, and were imitations made in workshops in the old city, used to deceive buyers who were not aware of goods.

Most of the real materials or props are in trading fields controlled by major forces, such as Helan Trading Field, Ghost Fire Trading Field, Holy Light Trading Field.

Smier was a newcomer, and his memory was not very deep enough to understand Water City.

My father Mitheus in his memory did not stay for too long after he arrived in Water City, so he immediately went to the Helan Trading Stadium to look for monks and wanted to buy a high-temperature tempering furnace. Therefore, Smair did not know anything about the other situation in the city in his memory.

Now, Smair felt that he had to find out the news first, and then secretly investigate the Helan trading ground and the monk's background, and then figure out the situation before attacking him.

In my memory, the slums here generally prohibit people from entering and leaving. Although it is not a formal rule, it is a default rule. In order to avoid causing trouble, Smier wrapped himself tightly, for fear of being recognized. But he had just paid the money and was about to leave, but he heard a loud noise suddenly coming from another small stall in the distance. It seemed that someone had a dispute with the stall owner and started arguing.

What's strange is that the quarrel was very loud and the whole street could be heard clearly, but the passers-by around were almost unaware of it, and they didn't even have a look at the fun. Only the stall owners of the two stalls next door surrounded them, and behind those people were three or four slutty men.

Smair is not a nosy person, but this time, he felt that he might be able to find some clues from here, and the most important thing is...

The combat power of these guys is really too bad.

This is a slum area without too many powerful forces and powerful people, and it is indeed suitable to start from them and inquire about information.

Smer leaned over with a wicked smile and looked at the girl surrounded by everyone.

The girl had been raised by two strong men. She was trying hard to grab the stall owner's hand, as if she wanted to get something, but the stall owner looked disdainful and cursed:

"Hey hey? What do you want to do, you thief? Is it over? You want to steal my baby, but I caught it. Why do you dare to make a fuss here? Get out of here quickly!"

"You are so despicable, you are shameless! You obviously said you wanted to help me identify my blue whale ball, but when you got it, you said it was yours, you are a scoundrel! You bastard!" The girl said angrily, her eyes were already wet.

"Hahaha, this little bastard is crazy. Look at how you look so ragged and have no ability. How could you own a blue whale ball? This is a precious material removed from the Blue Eyes Beast. How could you get it? You just want to use your broken glass to exchange for my blue whale ball. I dare to argue if I find it!" The stall owner said sarcastically.

"Bastard, bastard, you are so despicable. This is obviously mine. This is my father left to me. You liar, bastard, wuwuwu..." The girl burst into tears and cried.

Passers-by around just glanced at it and hurried away, and no one dared to care about this nostalgic business.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense to her, hurry up and knock her away. You're glad that I'm a magnanimous person and don't bother with you, otherwise, I'll send it to the patrol department now and let you squat!" said the stall owner with his hips on his hips.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu... go. If you have the ability, let's go find the patrol now. You bad guys, you will rob my baby. Shameless!" the girl cried.

"Oh? Then you go and call the police. What evidence do you have to prove that this blue whale ball is yours? And me, look, my store is full of materials for various blue-eyed mechanical beasts, and other materials for this serrated land whale. This blue whale ball was also sold to me at a low price after the pirate group that provided me with the supply of goods last time. Don't argue, get out of here!" The stall owner waved impatiently!

"Woooooooooooo..." The girl continued to cry.

Suddenly, a burst of extremely uncomfortable laughter was mixed with the crying sound:

"Hehehehe..."

The many strong men and friends around the girl all looked at the source of the laughter, and everyone looked fierce. After hearing this strange laughter, they all felt inexplicable anger without exception and had the urge to beat the laughter.

When they looked at the source of laughter, their anger became stronger because they confirmed that the laughter was weaker than them.

I saw that the other party was a thin young man with green hair, pale face and brown glasses. Everyone was angry for a moment, and a strong man was ready to beat his hands and said:

"Laughing your mother, get out of here! Don't ask for a beating!"

Smair smiled unabated and laughed:
Chapter completed!