bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 378 Crown of the Dead

Scale matters.

Han Dongwen looked at the wine glass on the table in front of him, lost in thought.

It was a very simple and durable wooden wine glass, the diameter of which was as big as a fist, and the handle was wrapped with an invisible iron sheet. Although it was a little loose when it was filled with wine, it still would not spill the wine come out.

The reflection of a yellow akashi lamp swayed on the surface of the wine, and Han Dongwen looked into his eyes in the wine.

Scale has always been important.

There is no doubt that Simeng and Xuegang have already had conflicts, and it is also predictable that Xuegang will take certain measures to resist.

But will this measure be real?

Tan Taifu doesn't think so. In the opinion of the chief of the national army, Xuegang can put pressure on Haizhou and the Jingbu. The extent to which the other two divisions intervene.

And Han Dongwen needed to make this more serious.

At this time, you need to be cautious.

He doesn't need a full-scale war, and neither does Simeng, but he really needs to make the current situation a little more tense, so that the pressure on the National Army Division will increase a little bit.

If it passes, it will be easy to detonate, and if it is light, the National Judicial Department will not be able to enter Haizhou.

It was as if the fuse of the explosive was three inches long, but Han Dongwen felt that the fuse was too long and needed to shorten it by another two inches.

But how to burn it?

He raised his head and looked around.

Crow's Cove Tavern in Bloodport, Crown of the Dead.

This is really a very large and noisy tavern. The smoke floating in the air is like a thick cloud, scattering the lights hanging above the heads of the drinkers. Abusive and sour instrumental accompaniment.

Han Dongwen was sitting at a wine table almost in the middle. In addition to a large glass of spirits, there were also several plates of appetizers on the table.

It's not the appetizers in Si Mengyi Restaurant, most of them are grilled things-whole squid wearing iron skewers, shellfish with grilled slightly opened or even exploded shells, served in large wooden bowls, smelling delicious. With fresh stewed sea turtle eggs and so on, even Han Dongwen, who cooks big meals in the palace, has rarely experienced this kind of eating method that is not at all sweet.

Fluffy, Rabbit Legs and Xu Garlic are at the same table with him, looking at the surrounding scene excitedly.

"Wow, this is the first time I have come out of Simeng, I feel it!" Furry said excitedly.

There are all kinds of drinkers, including well-dressed Olimar people with curly beards, local sailors with complicated clothes, faded white, and bronze complexion, and even many blond and blue-eyed West Asians—they are very similar to the native countries of West Asia. People are different, and they often don't care so much about their appearance. Instead, the beard grows, and the chest of the shirt is wide open, revealing the broad chest that was trained on the ocean.

"husband!"

She yelled loudly, raised her hand and pulled the rabbit's leg beside her, and pointed forward with her other hand angrily: "Look, it's not big!"

Rabbit Leg looked up and smiled wryly: "Can you watch something else?"

The direction that the furry fingers pointed was an Olimar woman who was wearing quite bare clothes and a machete at her waist.

"It's really big, it would be nice if I played male number..." Furry murmured, his eyes could almost be described as wretched.

Han Dongwen didn't pay attention to the conversation between Furry and Rabbit Legs, but turned his head to meet Robert who had just returned to the wine table.

"How's it going, Robert?"

As the guardian of the saint, the Ashes Choir naturally abides by the commandment of not drinking alcohol. Robert looked at the drinking crowd around him with some discomfort, and shook his head with a grim expression:

"No, I can't find someone to pick up the dart."

This time the darts were escorted to Crow Bay, Blood Harbor, where it was supposed to be. The box containing the treasure was being stepped on by Han Dongwen.

His original intention was to come in first to inquire about the situation before handing over the darts, so several of them entered the Crown of the Dead tavern one after the other to see who was going to pick up the darts, so as to make some preparations.

After all, Lu Ren, who was actually in charge of the handover, was still tied to Zhang Sihai's boat, docked at Crow Bay under the watchful eye of Xu Daliuan's men.

But after acting so low-key, they couldn't find the master who was going to pick up the darts.

"Oh, forget it, if you can't find it, you can't find it."

Han Dongwen sighed, stood up, picked up a copper plate on the table, dumped the bone debris inside directly on the ground, and then slammed it to the ground in front of him.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound exploded, and the ear-piercing sound immediately attracted the attention of the people around, and even the surrounding noise stopped for a moment.

"Everyone—!"

Grasping the rare silence, Han Dongwen immediately opened his mouth, speaking the jargon he learned from Lu Ren:

"Simeng Haizhou, the Qimen Bodyguard Bureau handed over the bodyguards. According to the rules, the last stop of the mighty bodyguards is here to set up bodyguards and flags, waiting for the owner of the bodyguards to come!"

He turned around and waved at Fluffy and Rabbitlegs: "Flag!"

There were two bangs, and the two dart flags were already held in the hands of Rabbit Leg and Furry, and the group of people suddenly became the focus of attention of the entire tavern.

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

The mighty darts are in charge, and before the last dart exchange, they still have to put on a ring to demonstrate their might.

Of course, the rules are the rules, and in reality, no one will come to find fault with this. The more meaning of the show is to show off to the dart master who receives the dart, and tell him that the journey is indeed escorted by a skilled dart master. , money can not be less, not to lose face.

"Damn, scare me."

Sure enough, most people just sneered, and then turned their heads to drink and gamble again.

It was certainly not the first time they had seen Si Meng escorting the bodyguard in Blood Harbor.

The familiar noise rang out again like the tide, leaving Han Dongwen and his group standing there with flags, somewhat embarrassed.

"Huh? No one is here to fight?"

Xu Garlic's voice was a little disappointed.

Han Dongwen smiled and shook his head, thinking that he was too serious, if Lu Ren's kind of old fritters came, he would probably put the flag in, turn around and sit down to eat and drink.

"Sit down, let's set up the flag, and someone will come in a while."

He greeted a few people to sit down, looking at the chaotic crowd around him, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Some people gambled money on the poker table. On the table were gleaming sharp knives and shiny taka gold dollars. There were women in scantily-clad clothing negotiating prices with ruffian-looking sailors. The fearless sailors were waving their wine glasses, clamoring where to go for another vote and killing them.

This is a den of bandits, it was, and I'm afraid it still is.

In such a place, how could he make a fuss and intensify the conflict between Simeng and Xuegang?
Han Dongwen frowned, looking at everything in front of him.

He now has a group of Simeng players and a priest from West Asia. How can he cause such a big disaster?

Fight here?
It would be a rare thing in a place like this where no one fights.

kill?
In the name of Blood Harbor, I am afraid that the death of a dead person is not a shocking crime.

It's like catching an ordinary person on the road and giving him a task of destroying Sino-US relations. How do we start?

"If people don't have enough status, they can't even cause disasters."

Han Dongwen raised his head and took a big sip of the wine. The subtle citrus flavor mixed with the spicy liquor irritated the throat of No. [-] machine.

"Snapped!"

A loud noise came from the door of the Dead Man's Crown, someone kicked open the door of the tavern, and walked in in groups.

Han Dongwen looked up, his eyes became slightly sharper.

When this group of people broke into the tavern, the drinkers around just took a look at them, and then carefully avoided a passage, and most of the robbers who were full of obscenities also lowered their voices.

A total of four people.

The leader was playing with a dagger in his hand, throwing it up and catching it from time to time, just standing at the door, scanning the entire tavern.

Then, he saw the mighty flag beside Han Dongwen's table as a matter of course, but after seeing the people on the table clearly, the expression on his face changed slightly, and then he walked quickly towards Han Dongwen's table.

"Your Excellency Chi, someone is here."

Robert's voice was tense, but he was probably the only one at the table who was nervous.

Hairy was quite agitated at this time, he had already grabbed Xu Daliuan's arm, and shouted excitedly:
"It's Qian Xiaoqian! I met Xu Daliuan and Qian Xiaoqian! Hahahahahaha!"

That was the bright ID hanging above the visitor's head.

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(End of this chapter)