Pirate: This gunman is quite fierce

The more you drink, the more you drink.

When he drinks ten cups, he is still Uncle Whitebeard. When he drinks twenty cups, he is called Brother Newgate. When he drinks thirty cups, he can only be called Old White.

"Old White, if you can't drink, don't drink it. Isn't it good to keep these wines to raise fish in the boat?" Darrow, who was a veteran in the wine field in his previous life, was not polite and began to tease his opponent with words.

Newgate was not annoyed when he was called "Old White". He smiled and snorted, then drank the wine in his hand with a thick neck.

"It's your turn, kid." Whitebeard slammed the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table and looked at Darrow angrily.

Looking at the big jar in front of him, even Darrow had a headache. Whitebeard was over five meters tall, and he drank a lot. Even with the "super large" cup, he didn't get drunk after drinking more than thirty jars.

Fortunately, the owner of the tavern came out to help: "No... no wine."

"Huh!" Darrow breathed a sigh of relief and planned to give up. In fact, after drinking more than thirty glasses of high-proof wine, he was almost pushed to the limit of his drinking capacity.

"Since there is no wine, let's stop here..." Darrow was interrupted by someone just as he opened his mouth.

"Wine! I still have..." Lime, who had unbuttoned his black suit jacket, walked over with a smile, and at the same time asked two townspeople to move two large barrels of wine to the table.

"..."

Darrow took a deep look at Lime. It seemed that his warning to Tim didn't work. His cousin still wanted to make a trick.

As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words. In this case, let him be.

"The thirty-sixth glass!!" The bartender filled the two glasses again and pushed them in front of them.

"Drink! Drink!"

The crowd had never seen such a person who could drink more than thirty glasses. They shouted happily, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Darrow and Whitebeard looked at the glasses in front of them without saying a word. It can be seen that neither of them was willing to continue drinking, but in their bones, the two men who were competitive were unwilling to admit defeat in front of their own crew.

Fortunately, at this time, the considerate Rector stood up and quietly activated his ability to purify the alcohol in the two glasses of wine and evaporate it quietly.

"Drink." Darrow naturally saw Rector's little action, patted his thigh with satisfaction, and then picked up the glass and drank the wine in the glass like clear water.

Darrow was so straightforward, and Whitebeard did not hesitate. He looked like he was going all out and poured a large glass of wine into his throat.

"Huh!"

Whitebeard exclaimed in surprise when he didn't feel the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, but when he saw Darrow winking at him, he didn't say anything more.

The enthusiastic "cheers contest" lasted until the evening, until the two barrels of wine that came up later were all drunk, and finally ended in a tie. During this period, Lime, who had ulterior motives, wanted to bring more wine up, but was stopped by the two together.

"Kid, are you interested in becoming my family?" It can be seen that Whitebeard likes this young man who can drink as much as he can, so he made an invitation.

Darrow naturally knew what this "family" was about. He looked at Newgate speechlessly and said helplessly: "Old White, you are not nice enough. I treat you as a friend, but you want to be my father."

"Haha."

Darrow's words made everyone present laugh. The buffalo Atmos, who was almost drunk, "rebelled against his superiors" and patted his captain and teased: "Dad, your name is not very useful. I was rejected when I invited you personally!"

"Haha!!"

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After some joking, the atmosphere of the banquet became more intense. Everyone toasted and chatted, and it was so lively that it didn't stop until late at night.

"Then, Supernova brother, and wine boy, we will say goodbye here." The half-drunk Kuliel supported the drunk Atmos and Fossa to say goodbye to Darrow.

"Goodbye."

Daro waved his hand and said goodbye to everyone. At the same time, he looked at Whitebeard who had recovered. However, this time, Daro, who was no longer drunk, did not dare to call him "Old White":

"Captain Newgate, let's drink to our heart's content next time."

"Kulala." Whitebeard laughed heartily, and even his two scimitar-shaped beards trembled.

After that, the two groups separated.

Daro and his group returned to the hotel where they were staying, while the Whitebeard group left because the hotel was really

There are no beds for a giant like Whitebeard who is more than five meters tall. They can't sleep in the lobby.

Late at night.

The group fell into deep sleep, dreaming their own sweet dreams.

The dark clouds covered the moon. Under the cover of night, the peaceful and tranquil Whiskey Mountain seemed to have a different atmosphere. The famous bounty hunters in the whole town came out and ran under the night.

And their target was the "Men's Inn on the Sea" where Darrow was and Whitebeard's pirate ship moored at the dock.

"Hurry up, keep up."

Rhyme, who had changed into combat uniforms, kept urging. Behind him, a group of bounty hunters waved swords and surrounded the dock and the hotel.

"Cousin, why don't we just forget it!" On the side, Tim, who was involved in this action, suddenly remembered what Darrow said in the afternoon, and pulled Rhyme to persuade him.

"Forget it? What do you know, kid? Do you know how much the head of that kid in the hotel is worth? One hundred and fifty million!" Lime shook off Tim's hand, his eyes swollen red.

"But!"

Tim wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lime: "I know what you are worried about, but don't worry, no matter how strong they are, they have drunk so much alcohol, and now they have no fighting power."

"Now, you and I will split up. If you don't want to do anything to the kid in the hotel, go to the dock and deal with the big guy." Lime asked, while handing two loaded revolvers to his cousin.

Tim looked at Lime deeply, as if he was struggling with some thoughts: "No, I will deal with the hotel, you go to the dock."

"Okay!" Lime agreed, and called a whole team of bounty hunters to follow Tim, and he assembled a larger team to kill the dock.

A few minutes later, at the door of Darrow's room.

"I'll go in first and see if I can get rid of him without alerting him." Tim said to the bounty hunters following behind him.

After that, he carefully opened the door with the key he had prepared in advance, and tiptoed to Darrow's bed.

Looking at Darrow who was "sleeping" and the gold revolver Oriani that he gave to Darrow on the bedside table, Tim took a deep breath to calm himself.

He held Oriani in his hand again, aimed at Darrow's head, and threw it out heavily...

"Bang!!" The hard metal hit Darrow's forehead directly, making a crisp sound.

"To be honest, the way you use a gun is really unexpected." Darrow covered his forehead, climbed up from the bed, and looked at Tim in astonishment.

"Daro, listen..." Tim saw that Daro had woken up, and he was anxious to tell everything, but he found that Daro was looking at him with a smile.

"It seems that you made the right choice." Daro patted Tim's shoulder, and at the same time, the unloaded Oleini was put back on his waist.

"You are not drunk!?" Tim looked at Daro in surprise.

"To be exact, we are not drunk."