On August 19, 1375, the Glory of Medland, late at night.

Old Pier No. 2, Tulun Port.

The strong wind swept the heavy rain, causing huge waves on the sea surface. The waves slapped the breakwater and made a dull loud noise. The sound of wind, rain, waves, and thunder covered all the movements and stills created by the tiny humans in Tulun Harbor without a trace.

Thunder flashed, and the bright lightning instantly illuminated the world.

The grimace shopkeeper was like an owl that appeared at night, shuttled through the rain at an astonishing speed. His spacious robe was flying in the wind like wings, but it didn't make any sound.

The air around him was spinning strangely, and countless raindrops were falling down, several feet away from his body. Under the control of a feminine force, the raindrops were spinning at high speed, dripping arcs in the air, rubbing the body of the grimace shopkeeper, and then returning to its original trajectory.

The Ghostly Shopkeeper was like a ghost shadow. He walked through the rain screen without "shocking" the rain screen.

Old Pier No. 2, this is a bulk goods trading base in Tulun Port.

Rare goods from overseas and far-reaching continents, such as tea, silk, cane sugar, porcelain, wood, rare specialties, etc., are often counted in tens of millions of pounds.

Bargain, sign contracts, pay payments, deliver goods, and occasionally chambers of commerce allocate, adjust goods, and even use bulk goods for huge mortgages. Sometimes goods need to be hoarded in warehouses for several months.

Near the No. 2 Old Pier, huge warehouses were like monsters, crawling on the ground in darkness.

These warehouses are hundreds of feet long and wide, covering a large area. Some warehouses have a history of hundreds of years and are divided into major chambers of commerce, major families, and some warehouses are officially owned by Tulun Port City Hall.

The goods coming in and out here are not too frequent.

It's a bit remote here and has a big positive outlook.

Because they are all bulk goods and the quantity of goods is huge, they are not afraid of street thieves. Give them one night to get how much goods can they transport?

Moreover, behind the warehouses here are giants like the Vitu family, Wells family, and Turing family. Which thief group dares to come here to challenge wildfire?

Over time, the custody of the warehouse area of ​​the No. 2 Old Wharf has become riddled with holes, and it is normal for people to be in trouble here. In this vast warehouse area, some stigmatizing things will inevitably happen.

Lightning and thunder, lightning flashed through the night one after another, making the warehouse area pale.

In the huge warehouse area, several guardhouses dedicated to night watchmen are brightly lit, but no one is seen. In the corner of the warehouse area, in the small building for night watchmen to rest, there are crowds of people and the wine and meat are fragrant.

More than 200 night watchmen who are in charge of guarding this warehouse are taking advantage of the storm and rain to have fun in the small building.

Drinking and gambling are their favorite leisure activities for these little people who are hanging out on the dock.

There were also women's sharp laughter in the small building, and screams came. Through the glass window, you could see figures in several rooms swaying, dozens of men and women entangled together, in a mess, and a mess.

The grimace shopkeeper stood on the arched roof of a large warehouse, wearing the smooth white mask on his face, holding his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes swept through the tall and low warehouses one by one.

"Warehouse No. 9, West District." With the flashing lightning, the grimace shopkeeper soon found his target.

His body shook, and he flew lightly from the top of the warehouse arch, drew an arc, landing on the roof of a warehouse more than 200 feet away. Then his body shook again, and more than 200 feet floated out.

Ka9 Warehouse in West Third District, this is a large reserve warehouse under the name of the Kaban family.

What outsiders know is that this vault warehouse, which is more than 500 feet long and 60 feet high, has three floors on the ground and one floor underground. The three floors on the ground, which store a large amount of pottery, wood and rum all year round, while the underground floor is occasionally used to detain slaves hunted by the Kaban family from the Black Continent.

The exterior wall of this warehouse is thick and is made of steel bars mixed with volcanic ash cement. The thinnest areas are three feet thick.

In such a large warehouse, there are only dozens of vent holes as thick as a bowl on the exterior wall. Such a small vent hole is inserted with steel bars as thick as a thumb. I really don’t know what this is to prevent.

In addition to opening the ventilation holes, the Ka9 warehouse only faces the sea to the south, and has a sliding door for people to enter and exit. Outside this metal sliding door that is ten feet high and twenty feet wide, stands a small house with a steel and concrete structure.

Four men with white skin, curly hair, and thin and tall figure were wearing short black cloaks and sat quietly in the small room. They sat around a small square table with sausages, smoked sheep heads, fried pig hands, and unique flavors such as Tulungang salted shark liver.

In addition to these foods, there are more than a dozen glass wine bottles on the table, which contain highly pungent soju.

The four men ate and drank silently, raised their heads from time to time, and looked at the closed warehouse door through the glass window of the cottage.

A thunder rumbling through the air, and a man suddenly chuckled: "Good weather, my Lord likes this kind of weather the most."

"The master's sacrifice will definitely be successful." Another man slaps his mouth with regret: "What a pity, among those little girls, there are a few who are particularly beautiful, why don't you let your brothers have fun first?"

"Shut up..." A man who seemed a little older sneered: "I want to die, don't take me with me. They are the reborn mother of the master. The master's new body will conceive from their bodies... Let you have a good time?"

The man lowered his voice: "You mean, do you want to be the master's father in name?"

The four men showed strange smiles at the same time. They looked at each other, and then laughed happily.

This taboo, dangerous, provoking the majesty of a big shot is obviously a popular leisure activity within them.

"Drink!" A man grabbed the bottle and shook it hard: "What a pity, Hennyve, that little girl, ran too fast. If he could catch her smoothly, hehe, brothers can have a good time."

Another man sighed softly: "Who could have thought? He actually met those idiots. Although they are all highlanders, it must be said that those guys who can only slash around with knives are really total idiots."

"If it weren't for a conflict with the believers who were obsessed with killing, Heiniwei wouldn't have escaped." The older man, Gudong, Gudong, took a few sips of soju wine, his eyes were red, and he said with great regret: "Tsk, think about it, such a delicate and tender lady, tsk... Compared to the woman in Lily's House...tsk..."

The four men stopped talking, and they raised their bottles and poured their strong wine sip after sip.

As the drink continued to enter the belly, a hazy gray fog surged behind the four men, and the sounds were extremely light, filled with the world's imagination, extremely dirty, extremely evil, extremely dirty, and extremely obscene murmurs kept coming out of the gray fog.

These words are full of evil forces that blaspheme all ethics and distort all morality.

The skin of the four men was slightly distorted. Their skin looked like soft rubber, constantly highlighting strange soft bugs like slugs, using their soft, slippery and sticky bodies to wrap their runes.

A cool breeze rushed in through the crack of the door of the cottage.

The four men shivered at the same time, and then their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Their eyes were panicked, their eyes were stiff and they could not move at all. They wanted to scream, but their facial muscles and tongues became like stones. Without them struggling, they could not make any movement at all.

The wooden door of the small room is half a foot thick, and there are two door bolts with arms thickness behind the door. When four men were drinking, the door bolts were tied.

The cool breeze kept rushing in through the cracks of the door. Two heavy door bolts seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands, slowly slid to the side, and then fell to the ground with two "dongdong" sounds.

The grimace shopkeeper walked into the small room with a light pace. He silently took out four half-foot-long fine needles from his sleeve and stabbed them on the back of the four men.

The bodies of the four men became more and more stiff, and their faces were covered with a layer of green air that could be seen in the naked eye.

The grimace shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, then shook his head: "Walking in the world, be careful, you can't overturn the boat in the gutter."

He took out a small hook knife with a finger length, slowly and meticulously, cutting off the wrists and tendons of the four men, completely losing their ability to move.

The grimace shopkeeper's cutting knife method was extremely delicate. He cut open the tendons of four men, but no blood was leaking out of the wound.

Looking at the four men with despair, the grimace shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, put away the small hook knife, then broke off their chins, and looked into their mouths with the light.

"Very good, there is no denture poison sac. I like you well-behaved children." The grimacing shopkeeper giggled a few times, took out a small bottle of medicine, and flipped a little black powder into their open mouths.

"Now I feel relieved... You sit here obediently, don't move, don't move. The poison just now, if it weren't for my antidote, you would die of poison in three hours." The grimace shopkeeper smiled softly: "So be a good baby, sit here and wait for me to come back, okay?"

The grimace shopkeeper walked out of the small room quietly, and he even closed the door thoughtfully.

The two door bolts that fell on the ground jumped up suddenly, jumped back to their original positions twice, locking the door properly.

The four men heard the sound of the shopkeeper closing the door, and heard the movement of the door bolt, and sweated all over their bodies.

The grimace shopkeeper walked out of the hut and came to the sliding door of Ka9 warehouse.

A thunder flashed past, and the grimace shopkeeper took advantage of the thunder to open the door, opened a half-foot-wide gap, and then quietly flashed into the warehouse.

"Yaolu Street is where my grimace shopkeeper's territory... You plunder my neighbors... This is too inappropriate."

"If a little brat does something wrong, he must accept the punishment... No matter who is behind you... you must understand the rules, right?"
Chapter completed!