"Why are there so many footsteps outside?" Robert was wary, but he didn't panic. After all, he had done nothing outrageous along the way.
The door to the private room was violently kicked open.
Robert saw a resentful Shack and a group of mafiosi around him.
Yamamoto Taro took the last bite of his rice and rolled his eyes. He whispered to Robert: "Maybe the smell of Shake's canned herring has smelt a noble person..."
It seems that this is the only possibility...
Robert didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he obediently handed over five hundred federal coins and led the four of them out of Bint's Restaurant in despair.
"Hey! I want to order another bowl of chazuke rice. You guy, why are you hanging in front of others when you have nothing to do?" Yamamoto Taro sarcastically said.
If Robert guessed correctly, the two knowledgeable brothers had already had their own opinions and argued endlessly when they formed a team of four.
Hudson simply acted as a peacemaker: "Don't argue anymore."
Until now, Xia Ke's head was still buzzing. He didn't care at all about what Taro Yamamoto said, he was only thinking about Ina. From beginning to end, he couldn't believe that Ina had lied to him.
She clearly said she would pack her luggage and fly away with him... Damn it...
No, it’s not Yina’s fault, it’s all the mysterious man’s fault. If it weren’t for him, how could I have ended up in this situation...
Shake didn't dare to look at Robert's expression. He kept his face down, lest his eyes betray his mood at the moment.
"Okay, Brother Xia Ke didn't mean it. Don't you see that he feels quite guilty now?"
Jasmine came up and said with a smile.
Robert felt that this matter was nothing from beginning to end: "Is there any hotel here where I can stay?"
In short, let's find a place to stay first. Robert doesn't want to sleep on the street at night.
Taro Yamamoto looked at Xia Ke: "I'm asking you something, Xia Ke!"
Robert also paid attention to Xia Ke's mood. Something was not right. This Xia Ke...
If it was just once or twice, it could be understood as normal depression, but Robert had seen Shake's state in some lovelorn men.
But Robert wasn't entirely sure.
Moreover, even if Xia Ke falls out of love... there is no relationship between him and half of the federal currency.
Xia Ke came back to his senses immediately: "No...it's nothing. As for a hotel, I know there is a cheaper hotel."
Shake is indeed a native of Naples, and he quickly led them to stay in a fresh, clean and cost-effective hotel.
Today, Robert's federal coins are almost exhausted, and he has to consider the speed of spending money.
"To be on the safe side, it seems I have to go find Vanessa's ship by myself... I don't trust Xak and the others yet..."
Naples was bathed in a noisy atmosphere all day long. Robert, who went out alone, was really worried that the man in a trench coat on the roadside would pull out a gun from the hem of his clothes.
And he always felt like he was being followed, but because there were too many pedestrians on the road in Naples, and crimes were common along the way, even Robert the pickpocket discovered several of them.
Even when he was looking for the Star Chaser at the port, the endless stream of tourists really dazzled Robert, who was always unable to move in the crowded crowd.
"Forget it, we'll find it today... This area shouldn't be where the Star Chaser is parked. Most of the ships here come from the desert continent..."
Robert turned around and returned to the hotel. Not sure if it was an illusion, but the feeling of being spied on suddenly disappeared again.
Robert did not ignore this small change. When he was working at the front desk of a convenience store, a mosquito could make him uncomfortable for a long time. This small change may seem insignificant, but sometimes it can be fatal.
So when it comes to mosquitoes in convenience stores, Robert will not show mercy.
Of course, Robert would not let go of this intuition derived from the sixth sense.
It's just that there are too many passers-by on the street, and if it comes to crime, I'm afraid nine out of ten people have been in trouble...
Robert avoided the outstretched hand of a pickpocket, bypassed two aggressive gangsters on the street, found the hotel where he was staying, and entered.
"Boss, did anyone come just now?"
"No."
Robert said lightly "I understand" and walked straight to the room on the first floor.
He remained calm on the face, but he already knew something was wrong in his heart.
Because the boss's answer was too "mild". Generally, people living in Naples don't have a very good temperament. As for Robert's question just now, if the boss didn't scold him, he was in a good mood. How could it be possible?
Simply reply "No".
What's more, when we first met the boss, he said, "It's really stingy, five people live in one room." This contemptuous tone is enough to show that the boss has a bad temper, especially for stingy people who have no money.
What a good look to give.
The closer Robert got to the guest room, the stronger the feeling of dissonance became.
Quiet, too quiet.
It was a bit eerily quiet.
"If I turn around now, is there any room for change?"
"Hey, it seems there should be no more." Robert asked himself in his mind and walked firmly to the door of the guest room.
He held the door handle.
If he doesn't deal with these guys here, it can be foreseen that he will face endless pursuit in the future.
Robert didn't know why he was being targeted, but he didn't want to know. Just like the gangsters fighting on the roadside, maybe there was no reason for them to fight, and there was probably no reason for him to be targeted.
Robert didn't care if he was on any wanted notices, but he couldn't tolerate the process of finding Vanessa being interfered with by others.
The door opened.
Oncoming was a dark gray fist, and along with it came the smell of motorcycle gasoline. Robert raised his hand as he expected, and grabbed the opponent's iron fist with his right palm.
The strength is probably level two to level three.
Robert looked carefully at the appearance of the man in front of him, and for a time he thought he had returned to the desert continent again, because the man's clothing was very different from the style of Naples.
Not only was he dressed in steel, but there were two cross-graffiti on the steel plate on his chest that looked like they were spray-painted with white paint.
The iron helmet on his head only revealed two pairs of big arrogant eyes.
This guy can almost be said to be a model mercenary.
Robert returned the favor and punched the other man in the face.
However, the mercenary also tried to grab Robert's fist with his right hand.
But Robert had two and a half years of skill in this punch. He flicked his wrist, took a few steps back, and widened the distance between him and Robert.
Robert also took this opportunity to look at everything in the room.
In the guest room not far away, Taro Yamamoto and his four friends were looking at him for help. It was obvious that a mafia had hijacked them.
But they are not characters that can be included in the hero illustrated book.
Only the steely man in front of me triggered the hero illustration.
Robert looked at the prompts in the hero illustrated book.