Vol 4 Chapter 187: Uncle Blind

The Ssaiin Archipelago is an extremely famous island in the first half of the Great Waterway. It is in a warm climate all year round and is famous for fruits such as bananas, pineapples, and wood fruits.
For others, this is just an important business and supply location.
Under normal circumstances, no pirates will visit here, the reason is very simple, there is not much oil and water to fish.
Although it is a business road, it is really not rich, and it can even be described as poor. In the past 100 years, the defense force here has been almost zero. Although it is unified under the command of the Szein royal family, it is because there are too many scattered islands. There are big and small villains in many places.
In history, King Sisai had also asked the navy to help in the eradication, and in many cases it had no small effect.
But because of the special geographical environment and customs, the villains often spring up again soon after the navy leaves.
After going back and forth several times, the navy was also bored. They are important forces to maintain the justice of the entire sea, and they have no time to accompany your small island nation.
In addition, every time the navy was dispatched, it would consume a lot of money. A poor country like Sisai could not afford it. Over time, they turned a deaf ear to King Sisai's request.
Now, it has become an island kingdom that is ignored by people.
That's all the news that Hawkeye knew before he came.
Speaking of which, he really has no interest in how this kingdom is, he is only here to track the Bloodsail Pirates.
Walking on the not-so-wide street, the fermented fruits mixed with a strange atmosphere, and the eagle eyes frowned calmly.
Jian Hao's five senses are all keen, even if he can't see it in the field of vision, he can perceive the chaos and filth hidden in the alley.
This smell similar to the slum's cellar made him very uncomfortable.
The most frightening thing is that this country does not seem to have so-called normal streets, and there are such damned scenes everywhere.
Hawkeye is not a saint, and he also feels the miserable experience of many people, but it is not his responsibility, nor is he capable of saving the poor people in this country.
Stopped in front of the door at the end of the road, and looked at the four words "Mango Bar" written on the door sign of the Crooked Button, Hawkeye was sure that he had not come to the wrong place.
After thinking about it, I opened the door to enter, and suddenly the noisy sound mixed with the smell of inferior wine and sweat.
Hawkeye walked towards the bar quietly, some shirtless big guys noticed him, but in such a noisy environment, they only glanced at him and withdrew their gazes.
Although Hawkeye is not strong, he can tell at first glance that it is not a type that is easy to provoke, especially the dark sword behind it, even in this environment.
Looking around in a circle, this is Hawkeye's habit. He wants to make sure to record the best attack location in all directions as soon as possible, and to judge whether the people here can be a threat to him.
This is a problem of habit that has been cultivated over the years.
The bar is not too big. Like other places here, it is dark and damp. Just coming in makes people feel moldy and uncomfortable.
And the more such a place, the worse the public security. Only look at those brawny guys with bald heads, and the silhouettes who don’t care about the image, and the women who put on foundation as if coming out of the noodle jar. View unlimited reduction.
Especially in some dark corners, some people are shaking their heads and sucking some white powder, with a drunken look on their faces.
It was a low-quality drug, and Hawkeye had seen similar things on some small pirate boats. Those pirate boats make money by smuggling this drug.
I simply scanned it and didn't find any threat to myself. Hawkeye nodded subconsciously. He was just accustomed to it. He didn't think that this kind of low-level bar had an opponent that threatened him.
Just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, a figure suddenly swept across the corner of his eye, and his gaze condensed subconsciously.
It was a middle-aged man of about thirty-six, sitting quietly at the corner table, looking serene and peaceful, incompatible with the surrounding environment.
He wears very ordinary clothes, looking like a few pieces of floral cloth cut out of his own clothes. There were a few shocking scars on his face.
There was a walking stick beside the table, but in Hawkeye's perception, there was a hint of sword intent in it.
There is a sharp blade hidden in it!
This is Eagle Eye's confidence in the sword.
That is, when Hawkeye noticed him, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Hawkeye. It was only at this time that Hawkeye realized that the opponent had his eyes closed from beginning to end.
"Blind?" Hawkeye frowned, and withdrew his gaze calmly.
Everything actually passed extremely fast, that is, less than ten seconds. After he retracted his gaze, the middle-aged man turned his head again and continued to serve his sake.
Snapped!
A cup of yellow liquid appeared in front of Hawkeye, but Hawkeye was sure that he had not ordered any alcohol.
The mixed smell of malt came from it, and it was a glass of inferior ale.
"High-quality wheat mango wine, the minimum consumption to enter the bar, five thousand Bailey!" The bar owner who was still in front of him buzzed.
This is a fat man over two hundred catties. The black kitchen skirt on his body has not been cleaned for a long time, and it is full of some sticky unknown objects.
Compared to the barkeeper and bartender, he is more like a pig butcher.
Hawkeye did not touch the ale in front of him, nor did he try to argue about the unreasonable price of this glass of inferior ale.
He just whispered, "The information of the Blood Sail Pirates, I want to know where they are."
The best way to get information is to know it from the owner of a bar in this chaotic place.
It is impossible for people who can open bars in chaotic places without going bankrupt without a certain background, and such people often act as intelligence dealers.
Hearing Hawkeye's question, the bar owner was having a meal with his hands while bartending, and a few people not far away also raised their eyes. When they turned to look at Hawkeye, some inexplicable light appeared in their eyes.
And the blind uncle who had been noticed by Hawkeye before, the hand that raised the glass also paused.
The bar owner grinned and smiled, "Oh, it looks like a big business is coming."..