Price of intelligence

Regarding the information about the Migaal and Varf Pier, Mollysa has transmitted to the newly purchased communication device of Shake through the office's magical intelligence brain. As expected, the Migaal is not an ordinary passenger ship, strictly speaking, it should be a cargo ship with passenger function. And what Shake cares most is that the owner behind this ship is actually the Tony Brothers, the largest gang force in Moolbok City.

It is not a secret that the Migaard belongs to the Tony Brotherhood. In fact, in the city of Morebok, the influence of major gangs is very large. In addition to some illegal activities, they also operate some open industries. According to incomplete statistics, more than 30% of the large and medium-sized companies in the city of Morebok have close ties with these gangs before.

The city government of Moulbok City has always turned a blind eye to the existence of these evil forces for some reason, and this attitude undoubtedly fueled their arrogance.

There are actually public passenger ships directly controlled by the government and dedicated to passenger transport at the Varf Pier. However, the missing Mr. Norman deliberately chose to take a cargo ship with a gangster background. This behavior itself is a bit abnormal, not to mention that there is no contact between the Fret company where he is located and the Tony Brotherhood.

Shake pretended to be walking on the dock casually. The information of the communication device had already connected his multi-function sunglasses. At this moment, the crew members on the Migaard and their respective identity information were rolling in his vision like a revolving lantern.

Suddenly, Shake raised his eyebrows because he saw a man, a middle-aged man who had just slid through the information of the photo.

He was a strong man over seven feet tall, looking a little taller than Shake, but in terms of physique, Shake was much worse. The man was wearing only an elastic vest on his upper body, and the exposed muscles were carved from granite. Although he did not have prominent fangs, the dark brown rough skin and thick body hair also exposed part of the orc bloodline he had.

This person is Paul Morgan, who is the first mate of the Migaard, but he is also a member of the Tony Brotherhood.

The corners of Shake's mouth bent a curve, and he pretended to walk in Paul inadvertently, but his eyes did not stop on the other party. There were many pedestrians and workers coming and going on the dock during this period. In the bustling environment, no one noticed Shake's actions, including the eldest mate who was holding a cigar and pointed at several workers.

Soon, with the loud shout of Paul, the workers who seemed to have made mistakes walked towards the warehouse not far away, while Paul himself turned around cursing and wanted to return to the boat. At this time, Shake, who pretended to be a pedestrian, happened to pass by him in a hurry.

"Pu" Just as the two of them crossed, a black wallet suddenly fell to the ground. Xiake paused slightly, looked down with some confusion, but naturally bent down to pick up the wallet, and then shouted at Paul, who did not notice the abnormality at all, "Hey, Mr. Morgan, I think this is your wallet, right?"

Paul was suddenly called out, looking a little surprised, but when he looked back, he had a face he had never seen before, but the next moment his eyes were attracted by the wallet in the hand of a stranger.

The brand new Pargas wallet, with Paul's eyes, can tell at a glance that it was not a fake. The value of this wallet alone is worth more than half a month's income, not to mention that the wallet looks bulging. If it is not filled with waste paper like a prank, the amount of money inside may be very satisfied with me.

"Hmm?" Shake handed the wallet to Paul's eyes, and the smile on his face was a bit meaningful.

Paul looked at him deeply, smiled, took his wallet over, unceremoniously unzipped it and saw that there were a stack of large bills of twenty yuan. At a rough look, there were no less than ten.

"Tell me, boy, how should I thank you?" Paul's eyes flashed, but he was quickly suppressed. He did not immediately put his wallet in his pocket, but looked at Shake in front of him with interest.

"Maybe you can invite me to have a drink..." Shak shrugged without avoiding Paul's gaze and said with a calm smile, "I heard that your Migaard contains Cavana wine that is rare in Morbok City. I wonder if I can have the honor to sit in the bar on the boat for a drink?"

"Hehe..." Paul's eyes suddenly became sharp, but after looking at Xia Ke's appearance, he didn't want to make things worse, he still suppressed the hostility in his eyes very well.

Paul sneered, threw the wallet back into Shak's hand, and said in a cold tone, "First of all, I am just a first mate, and the Migaard does not belong to me. In addition, although I don't know why you want to get on the boat, I advise you to give up this idea. The Tony Brotherhood's industry does not welcome strangers!"

Damn it, it was actually a shameful black ship, and it was probably involved in the Tony Brotherhood smuggling business!

Xia Ke still had a smile on his face, but he had quickly concluded his mind. With his social experience, many things do not need to be pointed out deliberately. This is what the so-called "knowing autumn with a leaf" means.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, look at how careless I am. I didn't find that the owner's name is engraved on this wallet..." Shake made a slightly exaggerated expression and looked over at the outer shell of the wallet, "Let me see... it's engraved here, I think this may be the abbreviation of the owner's name? Maybe this will be the item of Mr. Lawrence Sharp, the captain of the ship... I just don't know where I can find the respected Mr. Sharp?"

Although he didn't want to offend the gang forces in Moulbok City, if he wanted to find clues about Mr. Norman's disappearance, it was obvious that this Migaal was a very necessary place to explore. Especially at this time, Shake was even more curious about how Mr. Norman got involved in this smuggling ship.

Of course, Shake would not take extreme actions until the necessary moments, so he could only try to change the direction of bribery. A philosopher once said that problems that can be solved with money are not a problem.

But Shake ignored another meaning of this famous saying, no existence that can become a problem can be solved by money. For example, a strong orc man with a muscle in his mind and no idea of ​​adapting.

"Get out!" Paul simply answered Shake's question with his fists. As the "backbone" thug of the Tony Brotherhood, a guy with bad intentions like the one in front of him has always been one of his favorite subjects of lessons.

Xia Ke didn't expect that he tried to express his "kindness" as implicitly as possible, but the other party took action without warning. In a hurry, he raised his left hand holding his wallet and ran into the other party head-on.

With a dull "bang", Paul's punch was full of force, and Xia Ke, who had rushed to fight, was shocked to retreat two steps.

"Man, this is not very friendly." Looking at the slightly deformed wallet in his hand, Shake frowned and put it back in his arms. Paul on the opposite side had already clenched his fists and came forward again.

Despite the dilution of bloodlines of many racial fusions and the baptism of modern civilization, the orcs' natural belligerent factors seemed to be engraved into the bone marrow and could not be erased. If Xiake had been knocked down just now, Paul might have spitted a mouthful of phlegm and left on his own. However, Xiake caught the punch, and seemed to be at ease, which immediately aroused Paul's competitive spirit. It took a long time since he found a suitable opponent to fight. This burly orc man had already been filled with evil fire. At this moment, his eyes shone, and even the strong lump meat was slightly distorted due to excitement.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" He fired his bow from left to right, and three consecutive punches were strong and heavy. Paul took a quick step and punched faster. Such skills were at least the level of a professional boxer. Xia Ke estimated that the opponent's punching power was at least 500 pounds, and it was obviously not his limit.

Of course, this is just an estimate, because Xiake has been retreating and dodging except for being caught off guard at the beginning and fighting with the opponent head-on. Paul approached three steps with three punches, but Xiake retreated seven or eight steps at the same time.

"Listen, man, I'm not here to cause trouble!" Xia Ke smiled bitterly and waved his hands. Places like the dock are crowded and eyes are mixed, so his original intention is to sneak into the village and shoot. But now if you start, the purpose of this trip will basically be ruined.

"Trouble? Hehe, you've been in trouble for a long time!" Shake ran around like a mouse, which made Paul a little annoyed. He grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth, and suddenly shouted loudly, "This kid is a spy! Brothers, surround me!!"

Xiake's eyelids jumped hard. Before he could decide whether to turn around and run, with a "huh", dozens of men wearing dock workers or sailors' clothes rushed out from somewhere.

Passers-by were squeezed to the periphery, while Shake and Paul were firmly surrounded in the center.

"Catch the spy? I think that boy looks very similar." There were also many people in the crowd surrounding the two of them whispering to communicate with their companions, occasionally pointing in the direction of Xia Ke.

"Nonsense, of course it cannot be true. If it is really a spy, Paul will let us 'take it' instead of 'encircling'." An old crew member with a brown skin and bearded glanced at the raw melon seeds who had just asked, and joked, "Boss Paul just wants to beat someone up. Let's just surround him and don't let that kid run away, and then wait to watch the show."

"Does it have to be like this?" Xia Ke looked around helplessly, and his voice also sank.

"Hehe, don't you really want to know where our captain is? I'll give you a chance!" Paul pinched his fist, raised his thumbs up and pointed his nose, and smiled evilly, "I'll tell you if you beat me!"

"Roar—" The members of the Tony Brotherhood who were watching laughed together. Paul, the first mate of Michael, is the most capable person in this dock area and the most capable person to provoke trouble. This violent person seems to have no fight for three days and his bones will itch, so people around him stay away from him. Occasionally, he will lower his posture and admit defeat and beg for mercy, without giving him the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

But today, this unlucky boy who came out of nowhere was caught by Paul. Although it was not necessarily a spy sent by the hostile forces, it must have given Paul a reason to take action. But well, none of the guys who are in this world are a calm person. As long as they are not on the stage and watch the fight, they are still very enthusiastic.

Even the smart guy shouted loudly and started the handicap, "Betting, betting, Boss Paul vs. Unknown guy"

"Hey, hey, I'll buy Paul and win for five dollars!" Obviously, this kind of betting project is already the public entertainment here. Before the person who opened the market finished speaking, someone waved the banknotes and responded loudly.

"Damn! Of course, it's Boss Paul who wins! Boss Paul is a fierce man who can kill the arrow shark in deep water with bare hands! Looking at the boy's physique, I wonder if he can withstand the boss's fist." The guy at the opening was thin and tall, and his skin was dull, and he was sarcastic like a bamboo pole.

"So what we want to bet is that that kid can last for a few minutes in Boss Paul's hands! I think about killing one blow in seconds, paying one for one in five minutes, paying one for three in five minutes to ten minutes, paying one for five to twenty minutes, paying one for five, paying one for ten minutes to twenty minutes, paying one for ten minutes or ten minutes or more."

"I'll buy it for five minutes!"

"I'll buy one blow and kill it!"

"Ma Gan, I want to buy the one that pays ten" the crowd kept shouting again. If Xia Ke had not felt that Paul on the opposite side had completely locked in him, he would have wanted to try to "break through" in the chaos.

"What if your boss Paul loses?"

"Tsk! If Boss Paul loses, I will pay you twenty!" The young man who was in the opening market picked up money from his companion and replied without raising his head. However, as soon as he said that the person who asked this question was the foreign young man who was about to be "beated".

"Hehe, it's a matter of determination!" Xia Ke grinned and took out the wallet he wanted to bribe Paul from his arms. He pulled five bills of twenty yuan denominations from it and threw them in the direction of the maroon. At the same time, he took off the cool-style sunglasses on his face and inserted them casually into the pocket on his chest.

Paul on the opposite side had been impatient for a long time and couldn't help but stick out his scarlet tongue and lick the corner of his dry mouth. Seeing Xia Ke responding to the challenge, he immediately roared and rushed over.

With the experience of being dodged by Xiake several times before, Paul did not punch immediately this time, but used his pace to suppress the opponent's movement space. Xiake also stood there very well this time without moving. After all, this time, there were people around him, and it was inevitable that he would not be attacked by a black hand from "off the field".

After confirming that Shake no longer escaped, Paul let go of his movements, and the distance between the two was quickly shortened to less than two meters. Such a distance had already entered the effective attack range for Paul's arm length. So Paul finally couldn't help but punch a jab.

Although it was just a tentative attack, Paul's punch still had the courage to ignore. His punching movements were very standard, just like most professional boxers, but the speed and strength of this punch were incomparable to most boxers.

Some layby spectators didn't even see how he punched. They saw that his left fist suddenly blurred, and a afterimage flew towards Xiake's head. Those who were a little wiser understood that this was one of Paul's unique skills, "transparent jabs"!

As Paul approached, Xiake also clenched his fists and squatted, making a fist-fighting posture similar to the other party. When facing the other party's extremely fast jab, he did not move at all. In the exclamation of the onlookers, this fist mark fell accurately on his face, and then

Then he actually passed through it like this, and he was still in that position, half-squinted his eyes and a calm face, as if the attack just now was really completely transparent and did not cause any harm to him.

The crowd was in an uproar because it was obviously too unscientific. Although it was not real, no one would doubt the power of Paul's fist. If it was blocked or was dodged, it would be acceptable, but it was passed through without any injuries. This was the situation of the gods? Is the man opposite a ghost?

This is what most people think, but there are still people with discerning eyes, such as Paul himself. He knew that he had hit the ball empty, but it did not really penetrate the other person's body. Instead, when his fist was about to hit, Shake's head slightly dodged. This dodge was very fast and the arc was quite small. The nearest cheek position was only a few centimeters away from the fist he had rubbed by.

Just as most people can't see the trajectory of Paul's punching, more people don't see Shake's dodging movements at all, so the illusion of his fist penetrating his body.

"It's true that there are two tricks!" Paul licked his lips, and the light in his eyes became even more intense, like a gourmet who saw delicious food. The next second, his entire left arm blurred, and countless jabs bombarded Shake like a storm.

Xiake frowned and his tense body began to move. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, his movement speed was not fast at all. Most of the jabs Paul swung could fall on him, but the result was still the same as the first punch. All the attacks passed through him without leaving any trace.

Such a battle made most of the besiegers forget to make a fuss. Dozens of eyes stared nervously at the two people who seemed slow and fast in the field, and they didn't dare to take a breath. The area was in a strange silence.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Paul's face became increasingly ugly. In the past, under his fast punch attack, he could often decide the outcome in a moment, but he had never persisted for such a long time while maintaining such a speed. A lot of sweat kept pouring out of his pores, and the intense physical exhaustion made him like a fish leaving the water surface. Every cell in his body was alarming his brain for hypoxia.

But he never dared to relax the rhythm of the attack, because Xia Ke's eyes kept staring at him. He was joking, and there was a hint of beastly cruelty in his indifferent eyes, just like a beast lurking in the dark, quietly observing his prey, and just waiting for the other party to have a flaw, he would immediately tear the other party's throat.

The dizziness in the brain became more and more serious. Continuously swinging the empty fists at high speed was not only a physical force but also a mental torture. Paul began to regret it, as if he had indeed chosen the wrong opponent today. His previous high fighting spirit still faded away at this moment, and an inexplicable fear arose in his mind that had returned to the clarity.

Just when Paul was about to give up, Shake on the opposite side had an obvious flaw. When dodging his attacking face jab, Shake did not turn his head and dodge, but chose to lean back greatly, and thus, a gap appeared on his chest.

"Good opportunity!" Paul's eyes, which were originally a little dim, shone brightly again, and his right fist, which had been accumulating for a long time, hit him out. It was one of his killer moves - "Invisible Uppercut"!

Paul had already performed this punch with a super level, and his twelve points were enough to open the monument and crack the stone. And the speed was very fast, so fast that his entire right arm seemed to disappear into the air. Paul believed that if this punch hit, the guy in front of him, who was slippery like a loach, would definitely break his jaw and flew out like a broken pocket, and the depression accumulated in his chest would be vented with this punch.

However, the punch stopped after all, and was more than a foot away from Xiake's chin, and his body was stiff and stiff as if he had been immersed in a fixed position.

And what made him stop was a fist, one less than half an inch away from the tip of his nose, belonging to Shake's fist.

The two men who fought fiercely stopped in place strangely, and the crowds of onlookers started to clamor again in a moment of silence.

"Wow! What happened just now? Can anyone tell me what the situation is now?"

"Why did you stop? Who won? Who won?"

"Is this a draw? It seems that both of them are about to hit each other?"

"What should Boss Paul stop? He just punched him away. Look at that kid's fist, probably not enough to scratch Boss Paul."

A drop of cold sweat slid from the tip of his nose. Seeing the opponent's fist slowly retracted from his eyes, Paul let out a big breath, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Huhuhu, you won, Huhuhu." He gasped heavily, and Paul was like fishing out of the water. The battle just now was even harder than when he fought the arrow shark at the bottom of the water. Both his body and willpower had been squeezed to the limit.

As the person involved, he would not think that this was a draw just now. In fact, when his invisible uppercut was about to be launched, the opponent's right fist had already appeared in front of him, and the reason why his fist could approach the opponent's distance was entirely because of his lack of restraint.

As for the power of Shake's punch, Paul subconsciously touched his cheek. The strong wind brought by his fist alone could make his cheek hurt. If he said that this punch could not bring down himself, he would probably just be deceiving himself.

Paul simply admitted defeat, and the crowd suddenly became an uproar, especially the young man who had opened the market before, and his face was even pale at this moment.

One compensation of twenty-two thousand Huayuan!!!
Chapter completed!