"Of course it works." Dulan smiled: "How many Purple Dragon Coins do you want?"
Who knew that Black Jack shook his head and stared at Duran: "I don't want money!"
"No money?" Dulan was stunned. He sat there and recalled it for a while, and found that there seemed to be no record of this situation in the game company's information.
"Is there another hidden plot?" Duran's heart moved. He didn't care about anything else. As long as Black Jack was willing to take him to Nightmare Beach, he would naturally have a way to find Eberron.
"Tell me your conditions." Of course, he wouldn't believe that Black Jack would take him to Nightmare Beach for free. After all, that place was a hell-like place full of tragic memories for Black Jack.
The other party must have other conditions.
Black Jack looked around, and Duran noticed that a scar-faced man suddenly stood up and walked towards him.
Black Jack looked at Scarface and pretended not to notice, but whispered: "Help me take back my ship!"
Dulan frowned. He did not expect that Black Jack would actually make such a request.[
This was beyond his expectation.
"Hey boy, get out of the way. This gentleman and I have something to talk about alone." Scarface was obviously not a frequent visitor to the Hearthstone Inn, but he seemed to know the place very well and walked over in a familiar manner.
He motioned to Duran to go away.
Dulan twitched his eyebrows and looked at Black Jack: "Your troubles come so quickly."
A trace of sadness flashed across Black Jack's face, but immediately his eyes became more ruthless - Dulan had seen this kind of eyes, only those who truly regard other people's life and death as nothing could have them.
"This guy..." Dulan didn't move, just sat there, as if he was sitting on a mountain watching a tiger fight.
Simodo and the others had already quietly approached.
The lobby of the Hearthstone Hotel suddenly became quiet, with only a few people pointing at Black Jack and making low noises.
Scarface smiled ferociously and said: "Captain Black Jack, I didn't expect that you didn't flee the city immediately after you were kicked off the ship."
"Why should I run away?" Black Jack picked up a glass of wine on Duran's table with disdain. He took a deep sip and glared at Scarface: "Who asked you to come?"
"Master Feile offered ten Purple Dragon Coins as a reward for your head. I just got the reward." Scarface chuckled and said, "Of course, if you can give me more than ten Purple Dragon Coins, I might
I will let you live."
"As for you kid, it seems that you have a good relationship with Black Jack. Throw away all the money you have. Otherwise, your body will probably be hung on the flagpole of Cordo Pier tomorrow morning."
Scarface looked at Duran with evil intentions, and the younger brothers behind him rolled up their sleeves to build momentum.
"This is what happens when you have no eyesight." Scarface sneered and said, "I told you to go away just now, but you didn't go away. Now you're going to stay here and be buried with Black Jack!"
Black Jack didn't take Scarface seriously at all. He held the wine glass in his right hand. His left hand was already on the sword at his waist, but he didn't pull it out.[
"Old Kitson, after so many years at sea, you are still so stupid. So much so that I doubt how you survived?" Black Jack said leisurely: "Phillips bewitched my crew.
, betrayed me, but did not kill me. He just drove me off the ship; that little brat Feiler hated me to the bone because I slept with his woman, but he only took advantage of my temporary loss of power to offer a reward.
I don’t dare to personally bring people to deal with me.”
"Just you and your little friends, what makes you so confident that you can deal with me?"
Black Jack's eyes flashed with sternness. His movements were so fast that it was suffocating. He saw that his hand was still on his waist. The next second, his sword was already on Scarface's neck.
Scarface's expression suddenly changed. He said in a hoarse voice with some disbelief: "Impossible, they clearly said that your right hand has been injured!"
"Do you believe what they say?" Black Jack looked at Scarface jokingly. The blade of the long sword in his hand turned slightly and cut a shallow scratch on Scarface's neck.
Faint blood stains emerged from under Scarface's skin.
The rest of the people suddenly fell silent.
Dulan sat there, but felt something was wrong.
The most famous thing about Black Jack is his right hand. Duran already knows this. This guy holds a sword in his right hand and his speed is outrageous. If the distance between the two parties is too close, maybe even Duran himself may not be able to block it.
Let him hold a sword in his right hand. His fighting ability is almost comparable to that of a gold-level swordsman, because he can strike very fast - Duran suspected that this guy's right hand has been modified or simply transplanted.
If not, it could just be the hand of another creature such as a demon; and if he can't use his right hand, then his combat ability will only be at the silver level, or even worse.
Scarface heard that Black Jack injured his right hand when he was driven away by his crew, so he dared to trouble him.
"You should know who the owner of the Hearthstone Hotel is, right? No killing is allowed here..." Scarface felt the coldness on his neck getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Black Jack chuckled and was about to speak. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Dulan saw a silver light flashing in a dark corner of the hall!
"Is there really a conspiracy?" Du Lan did not take action, he chose to wait and see what would happen.
Whoosh!
A ray of silver light flashed across, and a short crossbow arrow pierced Black Jack's sword-holding right hand!
"Ah!" Black Jack, who was attacked by a sneak attack, showed a painful expression, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The sniper walked out of the darkness and opened Scar's face, which was still in a daze. He was dressed in black and had a white mask, and he looked particularly scary.
"You are my trophy, Black Jack." The masked man said.
Scarface was about to struggle, but when he saw more men with similar masks walking out of the shadows, his movements froze in mid-air, and he finally retracted.
The entire hotel lobby fell silent.
Black Jack held up his right hand and showed a sad smile: "People with shadow armbands? Are you tempted by just ten purple dragon coins?"
The leading masked man grabbed Black Jack's collar and sneered: "Stop talking nonsense and come with us."
However, at this moment, a voice said calmly:
"He can't leave with you. He and I still have a business to discuss."
The masked man said with a cruel smile: "Another one who doesn't know whether to live or die?"
Dulan smiled dumbly: "You should say this to yourself. How much do you shadow armbands rely on people to get things done?"
The masked man said coldly: "Since you know our shadow armbands, you should know our behavior style. Young people, don't meddle in other people's business."
"Otherwise, I don't mind sending you to hell before I take away Black Jack." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian. Your monthly vote is my biggest motivation.
