Zhang Heng flew out and knocked over a table. He lay on the ground for a while before he got up again. There were whistles and booing from the drinkers around him.
The armorer of the Ranger moved his wrist, took a glass of beer from the hostess, and gulped down his stomach, at the same time with a playful look on his face, "Sorry, you were just here What are you talking about, it's too low for me to hear you."
Zhang Heng was a little helpless. He had a serious illness on the boat before and lost a lot of weight. Although he has recovered now, it is not so easy to regain his strength. Now he is not compared to the muscular man in front of him. Even the self who just entered the dungeon is stronger than now.
Out of the corner of Zhang Heng's eyes, he looked at the old pirate on one side, but the latter had already entered the mode of eating melons and watching a show, eating roast pork on the plate while drinking wine, looking very comfortable, as if he didn't care about that at all. Can 300 silver pesos be returned the same.
Zhang Heng stood up unsteadily from the ground, but before he could stand still, the Armorer's fist was thrown at him again, but fortunately Zhang Heng avoided the blow with his nimble retreat, otherwise he might Going to lie on the ground for a longer period of time.
After missing a hit, the armourer immediately hooked his fingers provocatively at someone, but Zhang Heng was not polite anymore, and directly drew out the short musket from his waist and pointed it at the opponent's chest.
There was a burst of booing in the tavern. Everyone was enjoying the fight, but one of them did not play the cards according to the routine. Seeing this, they booed continuously.
Facing the musket, no matter how reckless the ranger's armorer was, he had to weigh whether he could hold the bullet. He spat on the ground, "Despicable!" This sentence resonated with many pure men , The surrounding onlookers booed again.
Zhang Heng was unmoved. He didn't come here for a fight. Since he could use the simplest method, he must use the simplest method to solve the trouble. Hold the pistol to the opponent's head and speak again, and save yourself from being thrown out by this guy before finishing a sentence.
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the armourer reluctantly took out his wallet from his pocket and threw it to the old pirate, who put down the knife and fork in his hand, opened his eyes, "What about the remaining half of the money? "
"I only have so much on me, and I'll give you the rest in three months." The armorer said coldly.
"Okay, but an extra 50 will be added as interest." The old pirate wiped his mouth.
"Fraser, you're a fucking vampire!" the armorer yelled angrily.
"That's not what you said when you asked me to borrow money." The old pirate waved to Zhang Heng who was beside him, "Good job, let's come and have something to eat together, and then we will find the next person."
Until sunset, Zhang Heng followed the old pirate Fraser to find four debtors, three of which were more or less recovered, and the remaining one was with his crew, about ten or twenty people, Zhang Heng After weighing it up, he decided that it would be better not to die, and the old pirate didn't make things difficult for him.
Finally, at the end of the day, Zhang Heng helped Fraser get 429 silver pesos, and an oil painting that was used as collateral, which was Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper", but it was obvious at a glance that it was a fake, mainly because the painting was not After the painting, there were only seven of the Twelve Apostles, but Fraser seemed to like it quite a bit, and he paid 20 silver pesos for this painting.
"It's not bad, it's better than I expected, but your melee combat is too bad, you can't even take down the kind of stuff in the tavern." The old pirate was not polite at all, "It won't work like this, it's just the last It’s easy to collect a few sums of money, but the real troubles are yet to come, maybe you should find a way to improve your strength in this area.”
Zhang Heng frowned when he heard the words, "Sorry, I remember that our previous agreement was limited to this one time, and we will have nothing to do after this time."
The old pirate spread his hands, "I don't want to delay it for so long, but the problem is that you seem to be unable to help me recover all the debts, so we are now in a dead end."
"How many debts have you let off?" Zhang Heng felt an ominous premonition.
"You will know, but not now." Fraser grinned with a meaningful smile, and he threw the smallest purse over as he spoke, "43 silver pesos, your reward today , as I said, I have never been a stingy person, as long as you can help me get my debt back, I will give you one-tenth of it. This rule will not change in the future, rest assured, I will not Don't worry, just go to that tavern and find me after you come back from the sea next time."
The old pirate didn't care about Zhang Heng's reaction after he finished speaking, and left humming a little tune with his pirated "The Last Supper".
Zhang Heng was a little surprised holding the bag of money. The work of debt collection is complicated and complicated, and it is simple and simple. Zhang Heng originally thought that Fraser didn't want to do it himself because he was old, but with this money, he could hire several A strong thug helped him collect debts. As for the risk of the thug being jealous of money, although there was a risk, it was not impossible to avoid it based on the latter's wit and scheming.
Zhang Heng was already sure that debt collection was just an excuse, and the other party had other reasons for coming to him, but he didn't know why Fraser was following him for the time being.
Zhang Heng didn't like this kind of passive feeling. After thinking about it, he decided to find someone to learn more about Fraser. He had asked a few pirates on the ship before, but everyone, including the always enthusiastic Goodwin Fraser's name and past seem to be kept secret.
So this time he changed his target. Zhang Heng returned to the small tavern on the west side of the city again. His luck was good. The armorer of the Ranger did not leave and was still drinking there. Heng's expression immediately became vigilant, "It's you again! Despicable boy, what do you want to do after you have taken all the money in my pocket?! You better get out of my face before I change my mind!!! Otherwise I'll take your head off..."
His words stopped abruptly in the middle, because Zhang Heng took out the short musket again, but at the same time, the latter also put ten silver pesos on the wooden table in front of him, and said bluntly, "Tell me everything you know about Fraser, and the money will be yours."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Aren't you with him?!" The armourer blinked. Considering his empty pockets, the money obviously moved him a little, but he also expressed his concern for the money. Zhang Heng's words were somewhat dubious.
"Whether you want to believe it or not, we are actually not that familiar." Zhang Heng said, but he didn't explain much, and now he is the one asking the question.