On an unknown island, there is the most prosperous town in this sea area.
The few peaceful places in this troubled world can be seen everywhere in daily life.
today.
The sea is calm and waves are suitable for going out. At the same time, news birds are also active, so residents can get first-hand information.
This is a scene in a residential area. It's not too noisy and not too quiet. There are always old men walking the dogs brought by the sea, wandering on the street.
Occasionally when they see something weird and strange, this group of old people will always watch with the highest interest.
Today, a farce happened in the market not far from the residential area.
"Hey! You bastard! How dare you feed me such pig food?!"
In front of a fruit stall called Dad, a man with a scar on his head and a sharp voice was holding a machete in one hand and a fresh red apple with a bite in the other.
Maybe it was a bug or something else.
All in all, this man was quite dissatisfied with the fruit stall in front of him.
At this time, a man wearing an apron and a cockscomb hair style apologized quickly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If there's something wrong with eating the fruit, we can compensate."
Curious people immediately gathered around. After all, such strange things were rare in the town.
Because most people will choose to communicate with the merchant after eating bugs in fruits, but they will not look like they are going to kill people directly.
Hearing Marco's answer, the scarred man was immediately dissatisfied. He pouted, frowned, shook the machete in his right hand and shouted.
"Hey! You kid! Are you too arrogant?! Do I want your stinky apple money?!"
The corner of Marco's mouth twitched. What was this man doing in front of him in broad daylight? Is it possible that there will be another murder incident?
Although Marco could let him see the King of Hell directly in half a second, Marco still endured it.
The departure of his companions during these four months still made his heart hurt, but at the same time it made Marco feel calmer.
The man in front of him started to provoke again. He raised his machete and chopped it on the apple that was not broken at all, and yelled.
"You bastard profiteer, pay me some compensation! Otherwise, I will demolish your shabby shop today!!"
The crowd was also startled by the scarred man who was not easy to mess with, but then there was an old man who was watching the fun and didn't take it too seriously and yelled at the top of his voice.
"Business is all about integrity! Why is your store like this?"
Suddenly the crowd became indignant.
"That's right! I still remember that I bought a roll of paper towels made of sandpaper the year before last. Oh, it really hurt me to death!"
"When you say that, it reminds me of the slippers I bought last year. They broke after using them this year! This is obviously something sold by profiteers!"
"My family was even worse. The light bulb exploded after five days of use!"
“…..”
"When you say that, I also think there are profiteers in this town."
Somehow, under the leadership of a friendly and kind old man, the people gathered in front of the fruit stall complained about the problems of the products.
But these things have nothing to do with fruits at all.
It's just that they want to watch a show.
And the scarred man didn't expect that there were so many people standing behind him.
When the scarred man saw someone pointing at the fruit stand, the scarred man's heart immediately swelled.
He came here with an extortion mentality, but with so many people supporting him, he didn't believe he couldn't make a fortune here today.
Marco looked at the noisy and noisy crowd in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little speechless. What on earth is this?
Even if there are bugs in the apple, it won't be like this, right? This fruit stall did something extremely evil.
So Marco also wanted to say something fair.
As a result, Ace, who was sorting fruits nearby, rolled his eyes and cursed directly at the crowd.
"It's none of your business? Are you all so idle?!"
Ace's words were undoubtedly like pouring a bucket of hot oil on the already vaguely burning charcoal.
The passers-by who originally maintained a wait-and-see attitude immediately turned into members of the onlookers and started shouting.
"Huh? No, how can someone be so confident in selling fakes these days?"
"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."
"Is it possible that the world has become like this since the navy left?"
"Is the fruit seller still reasonable?"
"This store must have some inside story, otherwise it wouldn't be selling such bad apples."
"We must invite someone to thoroughly investigate this fruit stall. I'm really fed up with profiteers."
People's words are scary.
This seemingly peaceful town actually has a rather vicious side.
When the scarred man heard the support, he immediately climaxed on the spot.
What's the point of not seizing this opportunity? !
Wow!
The scarred man roared and threw down the table with fruits in front of him!
"Folks, today I will do justice for God!"
The fruit on the table rolled to the ground!
The crowd also immediately gave a shout of praise. Such a visual scene is really rare to see in daily life.
Some people in the crowd also spoke for Marco and the others.
"Isn't this just a rotten apple..."
It is a pity that this voice was drowned in the fierce "mass anger".
This market, which is not big or small, is completely blocked.
Marco and Ace are even more question marks.
What exactly is this and what is it?
The scarred man stepped on an apple and laughed loudly.
He shook the machete in his hand and shouted at Ace and Marco in front of him.
"If you don't hand over this store to us today for a thorough investigation of the inside story, I will have to do justice to God if I don't save everything."
Ace and Marco's confusion became even more intense.
The masses were extremely powerful in following the wind and rain. Within a short time, all the residents of the town who were watching the excitement and did not mind the trouble immediately joined in the condemnation.
The scarred man was even more swollen.
Ace also frowned and scolded him.
"You bastard, this is our and dad's store, how can we give it to you? And isn't it just an apple?"
"Pooh!"
The scarred man spat directly at Ace, who dodged past with a slight disgust.
Then Scar Man spoke righteously to Ace.
"Is this Apple's business? This is a big deal about the reputation of a businessman!"
Ace's suppressed anger started to rise.
boom!
thump.
Ace punched the scarred man in front of him in the face, and the scarred man immediately closed his mouth and fell to the empty ground.
At the same time, a piece of yellow paper fell out of the scarred man's body, and the portrait drawn on this piece of yellow paper was definitely his own!
And this is a wanted poster for pirates...
The crowd was speechless for a while.
Then the crowd dispersed in silence.
There weren't many people at the fruit stand except for a pirate in front of him.
After doing all this, Ace walked into the store angrily.
He really couldn't stay any longer.
