There was a long and thick crack under their feet, as if it had been artificially carved out the entire border of Shields, and there was a narrow wall in the middle.
In the middle of the narrow wall was a gap that could allow two people to pass through at the same time. Yarlin and Fick squeezed through the gap and turned into a narrow path on the side. The path was next to the back wall of a two-story building, and it was quiet and empty.
Not long after they squeezed out, a group of drunkards rushed out, and one of them looked around, then walked towards them with a grin.
Yarlin and Fick stood in the middle of the narrow path, and stared at them with indifferent and strange expressions.
"You're not running?" The drunkard was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and seemed to have noticed that something was wrong. He slowly pulled out a dagger from his pocket, pointed the tip of the dagger at Yarlin's chest, and said in a deep voice, "Take out all the money you have on you."
"Hey ~" Fick sneered, this was the first time in his life that he had been robbed by someone. Before he officially joined the Navy, Fick still flaunted his actions as a pirate, and now he felt the bizarre humor of the situation.
"Yarlin, did you hear that? He's going to rob us!" Fick winked at Yarlin, and he didn't know how scary his face looked when he put on such a creepy expression.
"Try not to smile in the future." Yarlin's eyelids twitched slightly, and he tried to control his gaze so that he wouldn't glance at Fick. "It's really too ugly."
"Hey! What are you two whispering about? " The leader of the drunkards had a fierce look on his face, and he waved the dagger in front of him twice in the air, and threatened, "Take out all the money you have on you, or I don't mind stabbing a few holes in your body."
The drunkards around them also had a vicious grin on their faces, and they surrounded Yarlin and Fick.
Fick stared at the drunkard as if he was looking at an idiot, and the smile on his face disappeared.
A strange black light flashed through Ya Erlin's eyes. He slowly took off his left glove, revealing his black-tattooed left hand. A sinister smile appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Suddenly.
The figure disappeared on the spot, and the sound of air being torn echoed in the drunkard's ears. Instantly, a piercing pain and coldness came from his chest. He lowered his head in shock and saw an arm piercing through his chest. Countless black threads crawled out from his body like they were alive, and they spread out along the surface of his skin.
"Devour!"
Amidst the calm voice, the drunkard turned his neck stiffly. His bulging eyeballs could even see the black threads on his face rapidly contracting. Then, he realized that it was not his face that was contracting but his entire body that was collapsing toward a black hole in his heart.
The other drunkards opened their mouths and stared at the scene in front of them as if they had lost their voices altogether. In the blink of an eye, a few stinky clothes fell to the ground, and beer bottles rolled on the ground with a "Gu Gu Gu" sound.
The living man disappeared without a trace, swallowed by the ghostly hand!
"Gulp!"
The drunkenness instantly dissipated, and an eerie chill rushed up to his head.
Moments later.
In the narrow path that Yarlin and Fick left behind a few stinky clothes and a few broken beer bottles on the ground. No one knew that there were a few living people standing there.
"The Brotherhood!"
Yarlin muttered the name, and it was the information he got from the dead men. He licked his lips and said to Fick, "Remember this crappy name, I need you to get me this detailed information about this gang."
"Got it." Fick nodded.
"Don't worry, take your time, the important thing is not to expose yourself." Yarlin said to Fick.
Fick turned his head to look at the outskirts of Shields town, and slowly withdrew his gaze. Although he didn't know what Yarlin's plan was, he would unconditionally carry out Yarlin's orders.
Three days passed in a flash.
At noon, Yarlin and Fick came to the recruitment office again.
The two Marines at the door seemed more depressed than the last time. When Yarlin walked in, he felt that the whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol. Senjerry was lying on the table, and next to the table was a pile of tilted beer bottles. Some white alcohol spilled on the ground and formed a puddle.
Yarlin slightly frowned, he looked at the ground, then walked over and picked up two pieces of paper, slowly rubbing them to reveal the wrinkled recruitment form inside.
"Didn't pass?"
Yarlin looked at the black cross above his name, his pupils flashed slightly. He spread the paper on the table, then spread out Fick's name, which was also black.
Picking up the beer bottle and putting it on the ground, the recruitment form was spread on the corner of the table. Senjerry was still drunk and asleep. Yarlin wasn't in a hurry, there was no expression on his face. He walked towards the wall next to him and stared at the bounty posters posted on the wall without saying a word.
Some of the yellowed bounty posters were no longer sticky, as if they would fall at any time. There was no need to think, it was obvious that these bounty posters had been posted for a long time. Of course, these bounty posters wouldn't easily pass the "expiration date".
His eyes swept over Captain Via's bounty poster, Yarlin looked at the other bounty posters. The bounty posters posted here must have a regional attribute. They are all wanted criminals who are more active in East Blue. They are not much in the whole world, but in a corner of East Blue, they are a little famous.
A beautiful woman with a white hat, Alrita $5,000,000.
Female pirates are relatively rare. Yarlin glanced at them, but the bounty was a little low. He didn't take it to heart and continued to search for those who looked more powerful.
A man with a blue hat, heart-shaped glasses, a strange ring in his hand, and the label under it was Zanggao $9,000,000.
"Hey, you two can leave, 153 Branch is full, and there is no intention of recruiting Marines for the time being." Chissey poked his head in the door and shouted at Yarlin.
"Full?" Yarlin's pupils flashed with a cold light. He turned his cheek and showed a gentle smile, "Well, I'll take a look at this first."
Chissey retracted his head and smoked with Gagou, no longer paying attention to Yarlin.
"Yarlin, this!"
Fick suddenly reached out and pointed to a bounty poster. It was a bounty poster with a missing top corner. The head part of the poster was missing, only a bare chest with a red skull tattooed on it could be seen.
"Oh, I found an acquaintance!"
Yarlin stared at the bounty on the poster and whispered, "Calci 13 million Berries."
Yarlin's eyes moved slightly, his eyes paused for a moment, then he continued to look at the other bounty posters. Behind him, the drunk Senjerry was sleeping soundly.
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