Twenty Seven Years Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Recognition of Strength

"Wait for them..." Veraker froze for a moment, and then understood what the Sea Rat Gang did.

In the current situation, the best thing to do is of course that all outsiders who are oppressed unite, and only by twisting together can they compete with the Dunman government. Whether it is to start a long tug-of-war with the Dunman government, or to explore the possibility of new locals and foreigners living together, advancing and retreating together is their best choice.

This is somewhat similar to the fact that the Equality Society must be armed.

Because it is essentially to make oneself stronger, so that the government begins to fear its own strength, and dare not slaughter it arbitrarily like before.

Only in this way can the basic conditions for negotiation be met.

Relying on the conscience of the factory owner, it is better to protect one's own interests head-on. This truth has been understood by more and more people.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. I think it won't be long before Dunman will be in chaos." Fisher said, "In addition, I heard that there was also a lot of noise in Laizein a few days ago. The World Expo is open, and the government building is so busy. Some revolutionaries were almost captured..."

"I heard..." Verak echoed, but also secretly lamented the restlessness of the countries.

Many people still think that it is a coincidence that this side is in chaos, and the other side is also in chaos, but he knows very well in his heart that if there are more accidents, then this becomes inevitable. It is not Bresci who is in chaos, nor Dunman is in chaos, but the whole world is in chaos.

The world has entered an age of change between old and new societies.

The collision of politics, economy, thought and culture will only become more violent.

"Then when will they come over to discuss together?" Verak asked with a look of great concern about the situation.

Fisher didn't have much doubt about Veraker, because anyone from outside would care about this matter. He was just a little tired of explaining a lot of things: "The day after tomorrow."

"Then I don't have to do anything now?" Verak asked his resettlement 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 Brexi people, the Monlego people, and the Sder people united against the government will help them regain their gold. what effect.

"Everyone be quiet." Hearing Veraker say this, Fisher raised his voice, overshadowing the chatter of everyone in the tavern, "Let me introduce to you, this is our new member Veraker."

Everyone didn't react much, and after nodding, they continued to drink and chat with their companions at the same table.

Verac didn't know if this was the style of the Sea Rat Gang. The old Monroe ignored the new members, and so did everyone else. If it wasn't for Fisher who was willing to talk to him, he would feel that they were looking at him. I don't see myself anymore.

"I won't introduce them to you one by one. You will gradually get to know them later." Fisher patted the middle-aged man with a Mediterranean beard next to him, "This is Heywell, who is in charge of the tavern bussiness. Follow him."

As soon as Fisher finished speaking, the people at the same table laughed in a low voice, looking at Heywell gloatingly, as if Heywell was in some serious trouble.

"Hello." Verak raised his glass and wanted to have a drink with Heywell.

"What about his residence?" Hywell ignored Veraker, frowning and asked.

"I'll leave it to you, too," Fisher said.

Heywell was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't disobey Fisher's order in full view. He looked Verak up and down: "What do you know?"

"I used to be a photographer." Verac was really a little uncomfortable with the xenophobic atmosphere here.

“There is no shortage of photographers here.”

"I can also speak Dunmanian."

“Everyone speaks Dunman here.”

Verak felt that Hywell was targeting him with inexplicable motives. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he continued to calmly say: "Manual work is also fine."

"What physical work can you do with your body?" Hywell snorted.

The people at the same table laughed.

"What do you mean?" Verak's pupils shrank slightly.

"It's not interesting, you have to be like this when you join the Sea Rat Gang." Heywell grinned, giving Verak a slap in the face.

Fisher drank his wine calmly.

Seeing that Fisher didn't mean to interfere, Verak understood more or less. I entered the Sea Rat Gang with De Laike and the gun dealer organization as meeting gifts, and I just entered. If I want to be truly recognized by them, I need some other actions.

"Snapped!"

Verak slapped his gun on the table, shaking the wine glasses on the table, and everyone who saw the gun became vigilant, for fear that Verak would pick up the gun and shoot indiscriminately.

"What?" Hywell looked at Veraker coldly.

"I can still fight, do you want to try?" Verac asked if he wanted to, but Veraker had already cut off Hywell's retreat in action.

Hywell watched patiently as Veraker got up and walked to the center of the relatively empty tavern. After taking off his clothes, he walked over with a smirk under the encouragement of everyone: "The Sea Rat Gang has no shortage of people who can fight."

Verak didn't talk nonsense anymore, and hung up the overcoat that was a bit in the way.

"Come on." Hywell took off even more simply, and directly bare his upper body, revealing his flesh.

"If you are not satisfied, you can come together." Verak did not rush to wrestle with Heywell, but unbuttoned his shirt again.

Hearing this, six or seven strong men who didn't pay much attention to Verak, who had just joined the Sea Rat Gang, were about to get up.

But when Verak took off his shirt and exposed his upper body, as well as the dense and terrifying scars on his body, the silent deterrence made them think that it is best not to be an enemy of this person.

Fisher adjusted his posture, took a look at the dazed Monroe with his wine glass, and then smiled and waited for Verak to perform a good show.

"No one else?" Seeing that no one stood up, Verak walked step by step towards Hywell, whose expression was getting serious.

"Damn it, the **** who just came in dares to provoke me!" Feeling that his status was being questioned, Hywell raised his fist angrily and swung at Verak.

After half a year of training and the teaching of Diaz, Verac has become very good. While getting close to Heywell, he turned sideways to avoid the fist, and went up to put an elbow on Heywell's chest.

Hywell snorted in pain, swallowed the elbow, grabbed Verak's arm, and punched Verak's abdomen firmly with another punch.

"Ouch!" The people watching the battle exclaimed.

The stout Haiweier has a lot of strength, with this punch, almost everyone will fall down.

But Veraker was different, he was punched and didn't retreat half a step, and he didn't make a sound, his face was fierce and indifferent, and he punched Haiweier's face quickly and accurately.

"Uh!" Hywell expected that Veraker would fall down after his punch, so he didn't take precautions, and was a little dizzy from the blow.

"Boom!" Verak kept punching, punch after punch.

Hywell held back abruptly, and began to counterattack Veraker with punches and punches.

Both of them stood firmly in place, fighting each other frantically.

"Boom!"

The corners of Fisher's mouth turned up even more, and the others were dumbfounded. There are not many people who can fight and fight like this!

"Damn it!" Hywell's face was bloodied, and he yelled while beating.

Verak remained silent, only using his fists to forcefully counter the xenophobia and contempt of the Sea Rat Gang.

"Ah!" Hywell roared recklessly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Veraker's momentum has been fierce and stable.

"enough."

With a cigarette in his mouth, the drunken Sea Rat Gang boss Damen Luo suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, seeming to pull them casually, and separated the two who were tightly entwined: "Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to do that either." Verak didn't wipe the blood from his forehead, and let it flow down his cheeks.

"You're fine. I'll arrange accommodation for you. During this time, you can go around and get to know Manchester City by yourself. I'll call you if there's anything to do." Monroe finally intervened and re-scheduled Veraker for the next few days. Things, "Heywell, go and get the alcohol gauze, I'll treat your wounds."

Hywell glared at Veraker, and walked towards the back of the tavern, but within a few steps, his feet became weak, his eyes darkened and his head fell to the ground.

"Hywell!" Several companions who were nearby hurried over to help.

Monroe's eyes changed slightly. After beckoning people to drag Hywell down, he finally became interested in Veraker: "Yes, there are not many who can kill Hywell so quickly."

Feeling that more eyes fell on him, and most of those eyes were full of fear and awe, Verak walked back to Fisher and put his gun back on his waist: "It's nothing."

"Sit down, I'll get something to treat your wound." Monroe sat down Verac with a smile, and went to get the alcohol gauze himself.

(end of this chapter)

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