The Sseyin Islands are an extremely famous island in the first half of the great waterway. They are in a warm climate all year round, and are famous for their fruits such as bananas, pineapples, and mumu fruits.

For others, this is just a relatively important business road and supply location.

Generally speaking, no pirates will come here. The reason is very simple, there is not much oil and water to catch.

Although this is a business road, it is not rich, and it can even be described as poor. In the past century, the defense force here has been almost zero. Although it is nominally unified as the ruler of the Sseyin royal family, because there are too many scattered islands, there are villains of all sizes in many places.

In history, King Sseyin also invited the navy to help eliminate it, but it often had a considerable effect.

However, due to the special geographical environment and customs, villains often emerged soon after the navy left.

After a few round trips, the navy was also upset. They had to maintain the justice of the entire sea, and they had no time to accompany you, a small island country, to waste time.

In addition, every time the navy is dispatched, it consumes a lot of money. Poor countries like Ssain cannot afford it at all. Over time, they also turned a deaf ear to King Ssain's request.

Now, this place has become an island kingdom that is ignored.

The above is all the news that Hawkeye knew before coming.

Speaking of which, he was really not interested in how this kingdom was. He was just here to track the Blood Sail Pirates.

Walking on the not-wide street, the fermented fruits floated with a strange smell, and the hawk's eyes frowned quietly.

Jianhao's five senses are all keen. Even if he can't see them within his field of vision, he can sense the chaos and filth hidden in the alley.

This smell similar to that in a slum cellar made him uncomfortable.

The most terrifying thing is that there seems to be no so-called normal streets in this country, and there are such a haunting scene everywhere.

Hawkeye is not a saint, and he also feels about the miserable experiences of many people, but this is not his responsibility, nor is he capable of saving the poor people in this country.

After stopping in front of the door at the end of the road, looking at the four words "Mango Bar" written on the skewed door sign, Hawkeye dared to be sure that he had not come to the wrong place.

After thinking about pushing the door and entering, the noisy sound mixed with inferior wine and sweat came to my nose.

Hawkeye walked towards the bar calmly, and some shirtless men noticed him, but in this noisy environment, they just glanced back.

Although Hawkeye is not strong, you can tell at a glance that it is not a good type to provoke, especially the dark sword behind it, which vaguely reveals a cold light even in this environment.

His eyes glanced around. This was Hawkeye's habit. He wanted to make sure that he would record the best attack location in all directions as soon as possible and determine whether the people here could take a threat to him.

This is a habit problem that has been developed over the years.

The bar is not big, just like other places here, it is dark and damp, but when you come in, you feel a sense of mold and uncomfortable all over.

The more you are in this kind of place, the worse the public security is. Only looking at the strong bald men, the figures who don’t care about their image and the women who are smearing foundation like they come out of the dough tank, Hawkeye’s feeling is infinitely reduced.

Especially in some dark corners, some people are shaking their heads and sucking some white powder, and a fascinated look on their faces.

It was a bad drug. Hawkeye had seen similar things on some small pirate ships. Those pirate ships made profits by smuggling such drugs.

He simply scanned it and found no threat to him. Hawkeye nodded subconsciously, and he was just accustomed to it. He didn't think that this kind of bar at the bottom had opponents that threatened him.

Just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, someone suddenly glanced at the corner of his eyes, and his eyes subconsciously condensed.

It was a middle-aged man about thirty-six, sitting quietly beside the table in the corner, with a peaceful and peaceful look, and incompatible with the surrounding environment.

He was wearing very ordinary clothes, looking like a few pieces of floral cloth cut out his own clothes. There were a few shocking scars on his face.

There was a crutch next to the table, but in the perception of Hawkeye, there was a faint sense of sword intent.

There is a sharp blade hidden in it!

This is Hawkeye's confidence in the sword.

That is, when Hawkeye noticed him, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Hawkeye. It was not until this time that Hawkeye discovered that the other party had his eyes closed from beginning to end.

"Blind?" Hawkeye frowned and quietly withdrew his gaze.

Everything actually passed very quickly, in less than ten seconds. After he withdrew his gaze, the middle-aged man turned his head again and continued to pick up his sake.

Bang!

A cup of yellow liquid i appeared in front of Hawkeye, but Hawkeye was sure that he had not ordered any alcohol.

The mixed wheat flavor comes from it, and it is a glass of inferior ale.

"Quality wheat mango wine, the minimum consumption of entering the bar, 5,000 Bailey!" The bar owner who held the wine in front of him buzzed.

This is a fat man over 200 pounds. The black kitchen skirt he hung on his body has not been cleaned for a long time. It is full of some sticky unknown objects.

Compared to the bar owner and bartender, he is more like a pig-killing butcher.

Hawkeye did not move the ale in front of him, nor did he try to argue about the unreasonable price of this inferior ale.

He just whispered, "I want to know where they are from the Blood Sail Pirates."

The best way to get information is to learn from the bar owner in such a chaotic place.

It is impossible for people who can open bars in chaotic places to go bankrupt without a certain background, and such people often act as intelligence dealers.

Hearing Hawkeye's inquiry, the bar owner paused his hands while the bartender was mixing, and the few people not far away also opened their eyes. When they turned their heads to look at Hawkeye, some inexplicable light appeared in their eyes.

The blind uncle who had been noticed by Hawkeye before also paused with his hands holding up the wine glass.

The bar owner grinned and smiled, "Oh, it seems that he is coming to a big business."
Chapter completed!