Cocoa Island.
A shuttle-shaped sea boat docked on the shore. The docking position of the sea boat was on the back of the island, so it did not attract anyone's attention. A man in a black suit and glasses walked down. With an indifferent smile on his face, the men with cheeks on the burly faces behind him stood quite silent.
Slightly supporting the frame with his wrist, Kuro squinted his eyes and looked at the orange grove in the distance. He did not let the new recruits follow him, they were too eye-catching.
Leaving the new recruit on the ship, Kuro seemed to change his face. The expression on his face quickly became gentle and kind, and he slowly moved towards the orange grove.
"The warm wind, no special place has been found for the time being…" Kuro casually picked the orange-yellow oranges from the tree, peeled off the skins and stuffed them into his mouth. The oranges tasted sweet and full of moisture.
"Hey, I'll give you money for stealing oranges!" In the distance, a woman carrying a bucket, her sleeves stretched high, and a tattooed woman moved towards Kuro walked over.
"Oranges are delicious!" Kuro seemed to smile awkwardly. The orange peel in his hands didn't seem to know where to hide, and then he took a banknote from his pocket and handed it to the opposite woman. : "Sorry, I thought these orange trees were wild."
"Foreigners?" Nojiko looked at Kuro. Kuro's disguise is still very deceptive, black suit shirt, gold silk The glasses on the frame give people a very gentle first impression, and Nochigo slowly lowered his vigilance. She held the stick hidden behind her back and squatted on the ground: "Forget it, just kidding, an orange It's worthless, but you're not from the town. Why would you come here?"
"Very alert, a little nervous!" Kuro squinted across Nojiko's stick, and he would leave the rest Tucked half of an orange into his mouth and chewed slowly. This seemingly impolite behavior made Nojiko completely let go of his vigilance, and then he slowly said: "Ah, I am an explorer and have no destination. , I will follow wherever the ship floats. There was a rainstorm on the sea a few days ago and I drifted over."
"Why, isn't this island welcomes outsiders?" Kuro went on Asked suspiciously.
"Foreigners, I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible." Before Nojiko finished speaking, he heard a sound like a gong from a distance. The sound was very hasty and seemed to indicate a gong. People's emotions are very unstable. Nojiko complexion changed, and he quickly said to Kuro: "It's too late to explain. I don't want to die. Just hide in this orange stand in great numbers. Don't come out."
Kuro watched Nojiko turned and rushed away from the back, his face slowly became cold, he threw the orange peel on the ground, neither too fast nor too slow moved towards Nojiko followed in the direction he left.
In the town, in the middle of the Xiaosuo street, a man dressed as a police officer with a scarred face wearing a windmill decoration on his head, he is called Ah Jian, the sheriff of this small town, and he is in a hurry. Beating the gongs and drums in his hands, standing across from him are the residents of the small town who have gathered here from all corners with pale faces and fear.
The person they fear is a man of the Fishman clan standing next to Ah Jian, a 2.4-meter-high cheek with scaly fish gills, fingernail-sized bubbles on his forehead, and a pair of triangular eyes Eyes are vertical pupils that give people an unusually cruel feeling; the other is wearing an unarmed uniform with two soaring headbands on top of the head, and the chest is tattooed with a sun-like pattern, the most eye-catching It is a skeleton like the fins bulging on the outer sides of the two arms, sharp like a guillotine reflecting the cold color in the sun.
"Everyone is here now, count the number of people, but don't miss them." There was a strange trill in the bubble Fishman's voice, and goose bumps appeared on the back of the person.
Soon, some strange-looking Fishman came out from behind him and walked into the town, counting the number of people gathered, Nojiko was standing in the crowd, with fine sweat on his forehead Zhu, staring at the approaching Fishman, was dragged by the person next to her to lower her head unwillingly.
"Everyone is here, there is no less!" Fishman counted the number of people.
"Take an inventory again, humans are disgusting inferior creatures that are the most cunning." Bubble Fishman seems to be extremely hostile to humans, his eyes flashing with tyrannical killing intent, he uses sharpness when he speaks. With a lightly hooked nail on Ajian's cheek, a bloody scar was drawn out.
A Jianqiang resisted the severe pain, his face was pale but did not say a word. He knew that the more painful his howl, the more excited the Fishman behind him. These Fishman simply didn't treat them as human beings. It is a plaything to vent.
The residents of the town turned their heads and dared not look at it. Nojiko's lowered head was held tightly with both hands.
"There are no less people!" The same answer remains.
Bubbly Fishman boringly retracted his nails, and shook his palm vigorously to bounce the blood to the ground, as if the blood stained was abnormally dirty. He regretted: "Inferior species, thanks to the kind Arlong Pirates, Let you continue to live as long as you pay the ransom."
As his voice fell, Fishman, who had just counted the number of people, pulled out a few sacks and moved towards the crowd. The ransom is money to buy life. After a while, Arlong Pirates will come to the town to collect a ransom. If you pay the ransom, you will be able to survive, otherwise you will be brutally killed.
The ransom standard is 100,000 Beli for adults and 50,000 Beli for children.
The number of people in the town cannot be small every year, but if anyone dares to escape, his family and the people in the whole town will be implicated. Under this high-pressure system of sitting together, the people in the whole town hug each other to keep warm. , Are also monitoring and supervising each other, maintaining this weird and deformed living environment.
The sacks were quickly filled, Fishman smiled hehe and tied the filled sacks one by one, and then a middle-aged man threw himself on his knees, begging: "I'm worse , I only have 70,000 Beli, which is a bit short…"
The bubble Fishman moved his feet and appeared beside the man very quickly, lifting the man from the ground with one hand, his eyes showing bloodthirsty His mouth suddenly swelled up strangely, and a fish bubble covered with mucus was spit out from his mouth and drilled into the man's horrified eyes along his nose and mouth.
Amid the stern wailing, the man struggled wildly with his feet but couldn't get rid of Fishman's powerful arms at all, and the stinking liquid soon overflowed from the seven orifices.
"Remember, the ransom is set by Arlong, and there can be no less!" Bubble Fishman reached out and threw the man's body away, laughing wildly.
Hiding in the dark, Kuro kept all this indifferently in his eyes, and said with a soft mouth: "Is an island controlled by Fishman, Interesting!"