Zhang Heng's body flew out and knocked over a table. He lay on the ground for a while before he got up again. Whistles and jeers could be heard from the patrons around him.
The Ranger warmed up his wrist, took a glass of beer from the waitress, and gulped it down. At the same time, a playful look appeared on his face. "Sorry, what were you talking about just now? I couldn't hear you because your voice was too soft."
Zhang Heng felt a little helpless. He had fallen seriously ill on the ship and lost a lot of weight. Although he had recovered, it wasn't easy to regain his strength. Let alone the muscular man in front of him, he was stronger than he was when he first entered the quest.
Zhang Heng glanced at the old pirate from the corner of his eye. The old pirate had already entered a spectator mode, eating the roast pork on his plate and drinking wine. He looked extremely comfortable, as if he didn't care if he could get his 300 silver pesos back.
Zhang Heng stood up shakily from the ground, but before he could steady himself, the Ranger's fist came flying at him again. Fortunately, Zhang Heng dodged the blow with his agile steps. Otherwise, he would have been lying on the ground for a long time.
After missing his first attack, the Ranger immediately hooked his finger at Zhang Heng provocatively. Zhang Heng, however, did not hold back. He immediately pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the Ranger's chest.
The tavern erupted in an uproar. Everyone was having a good time watching the fight, but they did not expect one side to act out of the ordinary. Immediately, the crowd booed.
In the face of a gun, no matter how reckless the Ranger was, he had to consider if he could withstand the bullets. He spat on the ground. "Despicable!" This sentence resonated with many men, and the onlookers around them started jeering again.
Zhang Heng was unmoved. He wasn't here to pick a fight. Since he could solve the problem in the simplest way, of course, he would. In fact, if he knew that the muscular man was so stubborn, he would have pointed the gun at the Ranger's head before he spoke. That way, he wouldn't be thrown out of the tavern before he could finish his sentence.
Facing the black muzzle, the gunner reluctantly took out his wallet from his pocket and tossed it to the old pirate. The latter put down the knife and fork in his hand, opened it, and took a look. "Where's the remaining half of the money?"
"That's all I have. I'll give you the rest three months later," the weaponsmith said coldly.
"Sure, but I'll add another 50 as interest." The old pirate wiped his mouth.
"Fraser, you're a f * cking vampire!" the armiger roared.
"That's not what you said when you borrowed money from me." The old pirate waved at Zhang Heng, "Good job. Come and have some food. After that, we will look for the next person."
Before sunset, Zhang Heng followed the old pirate, Fraser, to four debtors. Three of them had more or less collected some of their money, and the remaining one was with his crew. There were about ten or twenty of them. Zhang Heng thought about it and decided that it was better not to get himself killed. The old pirate didn't make things difficult for him.
At the end of the day, Zhang Heng helped Fraser get 429 silver pesos and an oil painting that was used as collateral. It was Da Vinci's The Last Supper. However, one could tell that it was a fake at first glance. The main reason was that the painting wasn't finished, and there were only seven of the twelve apostles. Fraser seemed to like it, and he used it to exchange for 20 silver pesos.
"Not bad. Better than I expected. But your close combat skills are terrible. You can't even take down the trash in the tavern." The old pirate didn't hold back at all. "You can't go on like this. This is just the first few sums of money. The real trouble is yet to come. Maybe you should find a way to improve your strength in this area."
Zhang Heng frowned when he heard the old pirate's words. "I'm sorry. I remember that our previous agreement was limited to this one time. After this, we will have nothing to do with each other."
The old pirate spread his hands. "I don't want to drag it out for so long, but the problem is that you can't help me collect all my debts now. So, we are now in a dead end."
"How many debts have you let go of?" Zhang Heng had an ominous feeling in his heart.
"You will find out soon, but not now." Fraser grinned, revealing a meaningful smile. As he spoke, he tossed the smallest money bag to Zhang Heng, "43 silver pesos, your reward for today. As I said, I'm not a stingy person. As long as you can help me collect my debts, I will give you one-tenth of it. This rule will not change in the future. Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry. Just look for me at that tavern the next time you come back from the sea."
After that, the old pirate ignored Zhang Heng's reaction and left with his pirated copy of The Last Supper, humming a tune.
Zhang Heng was a little surprised as he held the bag of money. Collecting debts was both complicated and simple at the same time. Initially, Zhang Heng thought that Fraser didn't want to do it himself because of his old age. With this money, however, he could hire a few strong thugs to collect debts for him. Although there was a risk that the thugs would become greedy at the sight of money, it was not impossible for them to avoid it.
Zhang Heng was now sure that collecting debts was just an excuse. Fraser had another reason for looking for him. For the time being, he just didn't know why Fraser was targeting him.
Zhang Heng didn't like the feeling of being in a passive position. After some thought, he decided to find someone to learn more about Frazer. He had asked a few pirates on the ship, but none of them, including Goodwin, seemed to know anything about Frazer's name and past.
So this time, he changed his target. Once again, Zhang Heng returned to the tavern on the west side of the city. Luck was on his side. The Gunner from Ranger hadn't left yet. He was still drinking there. When he saw Zhang Heng returning, he immediately became vigilant. "You again! You despicable brat! You've already taken all the money in my pocket! What else do you want?! Get the hell out of my sight before I change my mind! Or I'll chop off your head … "
He stopped abruptly when Zhang Heng pulled out the gun again. At the same time, Zhang Heng placed ten silver pesos on the wooden table in front of him. "Tell me everything you know about Fraser, and the money is all yours."
"Are you f * cking kidding me? Aren't you with him?!" The Gunner blinked. Considering that his pocket was now empty, he was tempted by the money. However, he was still a little skeptical about Zhang Heng's words.
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