A person watching the fun whispered to the person next to him: "Oh, if the people from the Tiger Mercenary Group want to collect money, why should they suffer this life? It's so unpaid."

It was obviously the first time someone else came to the port market. He was surprised and replied, "What kind of Tiger Mercenary Group? Are they not tax officials of the Management Committee?"

The first person who spoke had a huge and red rosacea, which was very eye-catching and proudly showed off his knowledge, "You don't even know that the Tiger Mercenary Group dares to come here to hang out? They are the largest mercenary group in the port. They have taken over the market and are directly responsible for paying taxes to the Lord. Every merchant who comes to the market must hand over the money to them."

The merchant unconsciously tightened his pockets and said, "Then they charge as much as they want? There is no room for others to bargain?"

"Of course!" said Rosacea, "If you like it, just take less. If you don't like it, you will even smash your stall. The Tiger Mercenary Group has a huge power, with hundreds of people. Everyone is very skilled. They once hunted monsters in the Star Frost Forest and lived and died in the dark swamp. Did you see that person? His name is Edward of the Ripper. It is said that he had captured the Qila flower-spotted lion alive and cut open the enemy's belly. Last year, an ungrateful Taurus brought ten boxes of corn wine from Bomier City to sell it. He relied on his strength to refuse to pay the money. As a result, what did you think? He was beaten to the ground for teeth, and even his horns were broken. It can be said that the Tiger Mercenary Group is the order defender in the market, and no one dared to disobey."

The merchant's face turned pale and he murmured: "There are so many things to pay attention to, don't the lord care?"

"The Lord gets huge fees from the Tiger Mercenary Group every month and doesn't want to pay attention to it. If you can give so much money, you can naturally be like a mercenary group and no one dares to take care of it."

Shen Zhimo was listening to the two of them talking about the division of power in the port. The "ripper" Edward went to take out the bag of the fishmonger, pulled out a small cloth bag and put it in his hand to try the amount, and said, "At least there are seven or eight silver coins, just treat it as a punishment for your disobedience to manage, and all of them are confiscated." The fish roe was reluctant to leave and begged: "Sir, sir! That's the food for my family of five for half a month. There are two underage children waiting for dinner at home, so you can leave some for me!" Edward glared at his eyes and said, "Don't you still have fish?"

Seeing another mercenary's heavy and bulging waist bag, Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "As they just walked halfway, they had collected at least 200 merchants' taxes, at least 200 silver coins. I might as well do a good thing to rob the rich and help the poor, and help me and Lao Hamar, the two poor people." As for the huge power of the mercenary group, he used to call for the wind and rain in the world, fought against the Jinan Changle Gang alone, and defeated the Ninghai Hai Whale Sect. He did not take this small gang like a local gangster seriously. The so-called old horse is in the stable, with ambitions of thousands of miles, and his power is still there. Although his internal strength disappears, he still has the spirit of being arrogant in the world.

The fishmonger begged a few times, but Edward was impatient, and gave him a few heavy slaps. Another man stepped on all the black old pigs rolling on the ground into meat paste. Many onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, but they did not dare to say anything more.

Shen Zhimo separated everyone, walked to the two bullies, looked at each other coldly and said, "Mr. Edward, how much tax can you collect in a day at the market?"

"Boy! You don't care. Get away from me, otherwise I will make you regret being born in this world!"

Onlookers were all saying: "The Holy Light is above, this person must have thought he had a long life and dared to provoke the mercenary group." Many people also ridiculed him for asking for trouble, intending to continue watching the show, and they all made ridiculous words. Shen Zhimo learned not enough vocabulary and didn't quite understand what they said...

Shen Zhimo helped the fishmonger up and said, "You commit crimes maliciously, and the God of Holy Light will not forgive you."

"Hahaha, your mind is in water. The God of Light said that the world must have the power to maintain order, so we are responsible for maintaining order and do not allow anyone to disrupt the market."

Another man said: "Talking nonsense to him, and beating me to death. I haven't seen a fool who dares to mess around for so many years, so he knows what the Tiger Mercenary Group does."

As expected, Edward beat him as soon as he said he was not polite. He seemed to be a habit of showing off his might and had no scruples. He kicked Shen Zhimo with a kick.

There was only a muffled sound of "bang", and Edward's face had the closest contact with the corridor pillars in front of the store.

It was Shen Zhimo who took action proudly, and he didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair and hit it in a huge force. The pillar seemed to shake, and his head seemed to be hit hard by the violent velociraptor in the rushing attack. The sensory cells on the bridge of the nose and cheeks suddenly lost consciousness, the flesh broke, and a ball of fishy blood splashed out. The whole face was no different from being trapped in the stone pillar.

Only then did everyone realize that Shen Zhimo, with dark hair, had a tall figure, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, had a tangled muscles all over his body, and his lines were extremely well-proportioned. Every inch of his skin was soaked in the word "perfect". The overall ventricular aura was exuding a fierce atmosphere that eroded people's hearts, especially his extremely accurate eyesight, and his courage to fight against the mercenary group "Riper" made everyone feel a chill: "Bullying people depends on the target. You can't kick randomly no matter what you say."

Edward was a knight who graduated from the Knights School in Ilida City, the capital of the Senian Empire. He was proficient in fighting skills. He then joined the Harbor Tiger Mercenary Group and took on the danger of licking blood with them. He also accumulated a lot of experience in facing the enemy. He was not appointed by the regiment commander to collect taxes. He was reckless and violent, and he used his sword to break through the prisoner's chest. He was nicknamed "Riper", and no one dared to mess with him at all. Unexpectedly, he was beaten into a pig's head in such a situation, and he had no time to react. It was so ugly that it was too ugly.

The onlookers burst into a shocking cry.

Shen Zhimo never left any room for the enemy. He took a few steps forward and pinched Edward's throat. The blue veins on the biceps on his left arm were squirming like an earthworm, and he lifted him up with one hand.

Edward's feet were hanging in the air, kicking and kicking, his face turned purple, his eyes bulged like black old pigs, saliva and blood dripped down his chin, and hissed, "Beast, let go of me, otherwise you will be nice!"

Edward was very strong, about 1.80 meters tall, and weighed at least 190 kilograms. The man lifted him up with one hand and wanted to control the strength of the struggle, but it seemed to be effortless, making everyone's hair stand up, and they were frightened and frightened, and they took a few steps back.

Shen Zhimo punched him in front of him again, and the injury was even worse. Edward's teeth finally couldn't bear the continuous blow and fell out of his mouth. The dough seemed to be a cabbage that was arched by a wild boar.

"Stop it! Do you know you are offending the majesty of the Tiger Mercenary Group?" Another person was furious and pulled out his sword.

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhimo said, throwing Edward away and adding another kick, placing him under his feet as if he was stepping on a tomato.

The man shouted angrily: "Your behavior is unforgivable!"

Shen Zhimo saw that the man was very imposing. He stood apart with his feet, his shoulders were not shaking, his eyes were firm, and some extraordinary things were definitely not comparable to those of soft Edward. So he put away his underestimation and the two of them were coldly opposed under the anxious sun.

Rosacea shouted: "He is holding the Sword of Hovering! He is the captain of the Sixth Team of the Empire Blood Sail Fleet, His Excellency Simon."...

The merchant who had never seen the world asked again: "His Excellency Simon? Who is it?"

Rosacea looked at him with contempt: "Have you heard of the Bluebird Paladin Order of the Capital Holy Light Cathedral? His Excellency Simon is a member of the Knights. He once served in the Blood Sail Fleet. Later, he was caught in the pirates' scheme. He left the Knights and later joined the mercenary group after failing to fight."

"Blue Bird Knights? That's the glory of the Holy Light..."

"Of course, all the young people in the Empire are proud to join the Bluebird Knights."

The merchant disagreed: "How could the noble Knight collect taxes in the port?"

"Worry, don't let him hear it, or you will die." Rosacea carefully looked at Simon in the distance and continued, "I heard that Simon had a bad relationship with the people in the church. After the defeat, they disqualified the noble status of the Tiger Mercenary Group. Only then did the Tiger Mercenary Group invite him. The salary a month is quite good, at least it can be more than a few hundred silver coins."

"Then he shouldn't have abandoned the glory of the knight..."

"Barring, money is the king of this world. What do you know? How can you not eat, drink, or hang up?"

The merchant thought it was right, so he stopped talking and focused on watching the movements on the court.

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Chapter completed!