"Wait for them..." Verak was stunned for a moment, and then understood what the Sea Rat Gang was doing.
In the current situation, the best thing to do is of course for all oppressed outsiders to unite and form a rope to compete with the Tun Man government. Whether it is to start a long tug-of-war with the Tun Man government, or to explore new
The possibility of locals and outsiders surviving together and advancing and retreating together is their best choice.
This is somewhat similar to the fact that the Equality Society must be armed.
Because in essence, it is to make itself stronger and make the government start to fear its own strength and not dare to arbitrarily slaughter it as before.
Only in this way do we have the basic conditions for negotiation.
It is better to rely on capitalists to have conscience than to go head-on to protect their own interests. More and more people understand this truth.
"It's quite a coincidence that you came here. It won't be long before there will be a big chaos in Dunman." Fisher said, "In addition, I heard that there was also a lot of commotion in Lezein some days ago. The World Expo is in progress, and the government building is closed.
The revolutionaries were almost captured..."
"I heard..." While Verak agreed, he also secretly lamented the unrest in various countries.
Many people still think that the chaos here and the chaos there is a coincidence, but Verak knows very well that if there are more accidents, then this becomes inevitable. It is not Brexi who is causing chaos, nor Dunman.
Chaos, but the whole world is in chaos.
The world has entered a turbulent era in which old and new societies alternate.
The collision of politics, economy, ideology and culture will only become more intense.
"Then why did they come to discuss it together?" Verak asked, showing great concern for outsiders.
Fisher didn't have much suspicion about Verak, because any outsider would be concerned about this matter. He was just a little tired of having to explain a lot of things: "The day after tomorrow."
"Then I don't have to do anything now?" Verak asked his placement question again.
This is very important. If there is nothing to do here, he can find an opportunity to go back to Keating to explain the situation and see if the Blessi people, the Monlegos people, and the Sder people united to resist the government. It will help them regain the gold.
What impact.
"Everyone, please be quiet." Hearing what Verak said, Fisher raised his voice and drowned out the chatter of everyone in the tavern. "Let me introduce to you, this is our new member Verak."
Everyone didn't react much, and they were drinking and chatting with their companions at the same table from beginning to end.
Verak didn't know if this was the style of the Sea Rat Gang. The old man, Monroe, was indifferent to the new members, and so was everyone else. If Fisher hadn't been willing to talk to him for a few words, he would have felt that they were looking at him.
I don't see myself anymore.
"I won't introduce them to you one by one. You will get to know them gradually in the future." Fisher patted the old man with a Mediterranean beard next to him. "This is Haywell, who is in charge of the busboy in the tavern. You can follow him first."
Let’s do it.”
As soon as Fisher finished speaking, everyone at the table laughed softly and looked at Hywell with gloating, as if Hywell had gotten into some big trouble.
"Hello." Verak raised his glass and wanted to have a drink with Hywell.
"What about his residence?" Hywell ignored Verak and asked with a frown.
"I'll leave it to you," Fisher said.
Hywell was a little dissatisfied, but did not disobey Fisher's order in public. He looked Verak up and down: "What do you know?"
"I used to be a photographer." Verak was really not used to the exclusive atmosphere here.
“There’s no shortage of photographers here.”
"I can also speak Dunman language."
“Everyone here knows Dunman.”
Verak felt that Haiwell was targeting him with inexplicable motives. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he continued to say calmly: "Any physical work is fine."
"What kind of physical work can you do with your body?" Hywell sneered.
Everyone at the table laughed.
"What do you mean?" Verak's pupils narrowed.
"It's not interesting, it's what you have to do if you join the Sea Rat Gang." Hywell grinned and gave Verak a command.
Fisher drank his wine calmly.
Seeing that Fisher had no intention of interfering, Verak understood more or less. He took Derek and the gun dealer organization as a meeting gift to enter the Sea Rat Gang. He just entered. To be truly recognized by them, he needed some other actions.
.
"Crack!"
Verac slapped his gun on the table, and the wine glasses on the table swayed. Everyone who saw the gun also became alert, fearing that Verac would pick up the gun and shoot indiscriminately.
"What?" Haywell looked at Verak coldly.
"I can still fight, do you want to try?" He asked if he wanted to, but in action, Verak had already cut off Hywell's escape route.
Hywell patiently watched Verak get up and go to the center of the relatively empty tavern. After taking off all his clothes, he walked over with a grin under the encouragement of everyone: "The Sea Rat Gang is most lacking in people who can fight."
Verak didn't waste any more words and hung up his coat, which was a bit in the way.
"Come on." Hewel took off his clothes more simply, going bare-chested, exposing his bare flesh.
"If you are still unhappy, you can come together." Verak did not rush forward to fight with Hewel, but unbuttoned his shirt again.
After hearing this, six or seven strong men who didn't even pay attention to Verak, who had just joined the Sea Rat Gang, started to stand up.
But when Verak took off his shirt, revealing his upper body and the dense and terrifying scars on his body, the silent intimidation made them think that it was best not to become an enemy of this person.
Fisher adjusted his posture, held the wine glass and observed the dazed Monroe, then smiled and waited for Verak to put on a good show.
"There's no one left?" Seeing that no one stood up, Verak walked step by step towards Hywell, who looked increasingly solemn.
"Damn it, the bastard who just came in dared to challenge me!" Hewel felt that his status was being questioned and angrily raised his fist and waved it at Verak.
After half a year of training and Diaz's teaching, Verak's skills have become very good. While getting close to Hywell, he turned sideways to avoid the fist, went up and hit Hywell's chest with his elbow.
Haywell groaned in pain, swallowed the elbow, grabbed Verak's arm, and punched Verak firmly in the abdomen.
"Ouch!" the people watching the battle exclaimed.
The fat Hewel is very strong, and one punch would almost knock him down.
But Verak was different. He didn't even take a step back after being punched, and he didn't make a sound. His face was cruel and indifferent, and he punched Hywell quickly and accurately on the face.
"Uh!" Hewel expected that Verak would fall down after restraining him from the punch, so he was not prepared for the punch and was hit so hard that his head was a little dizzy.
"Bang!" Verak kept punching, one punch after another.
Hywell held on with force and started to fight back with Verak's punches.
The two of them stood firmly on the spot, punching each other wildly.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The corner of Fisher's mouth turned upward, while the others were dumbfounded. There were only a few people who could compete with each other like this, and how cruel they were!
"Damn you!" Hewel's face was bloody and he was yelling and cursing while being beaten.
Verak remained silent and only used his fists to vigorously respond to the Sea Rat Gang's xenophobia and contempt.
"Ah!!" Haiwell roared desperately.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Verak's momentum has been fierce and steady.
"That's enough."
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, the drunk Sea Rat Gang boss Monroe suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. With a seemingly casual pull, he separated the two people who were tightly entangled: "Are you going to die?"
"I don't want this either." Verak did not wipe the blood from his forehead and let it flow down his cheek.
"You're fine. I'll arrange a place for you. During this time, you can just walk around and get to know Manchester City by yourself. I'll call you if anything happens." Monroe, who finally intervened, rescheduled Verak's schedule for the next few days.
"Haiwell, go get the alcohol gauze and I'll treat your wounds."
Haywell glared at Verak fiercely and walked towards the back of the tavern, but within a few steps, his feet gave out and his eyesight went dark and he fell to the ground.
"Haiwell!" Several people hurried over to help him.
Monroe was stunned. After he asked someone to take off Hywel, he finally became interested in Verak: "Okay, not many people can knock Hywell down so quickly."
After feeling that more eyes were falling on him, and most of them were filled with fear and awe, Verak walked back to Fisher and put his gun back on his waist: "Nothing."
"Sit down, I'll get something to treat your wound." Monroe smiled and asked Verak to sit down, and went to get the alcohol gauze himself.