I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

In the hearts of Leeds citizens, especially those in the Wood District, Mr. "Rogue" is the messenger of justice, the law enforcer in the dark, and the real hero in everyone's hearts.

Unbeknownst to him, this poor "Grand Thief" just wanted to steal something at first.

Therefore, when the "smiling face" promoted the spirit of "Grand Thief" to Tu Fu, Tu Fu almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and could only say a few words before rejecting their proposal.

Watching "Smiling Face" and several club members leave, they left in a turbulent manner with a decisive attitude, as if preparing to die generously.

"Look, that's why I don't like the club atmosphere, there's a lot less fights, these endless activities just make them gradually degenerate."

The unscrupulous bartender Old Muller happened to be at the club at the moment, watching them leave with a very dissatisfied tone.

Compared with the huge fight club now, he prefers the pure ring environment in the past, where any two people can easily get a fight.

As long as you stand on the ring, there is only one purpose,

Hit each other with your fist.

After every fight, he would look at the right time to go up and offer a glass of wine to both sides, and listen to the loser trying to find an excuse for himself, but those days will never come back.

"Mr. Muller." Sasha at the front desk comforted him, "We are just employees here and have no right to intervene in the management's affairs."

"I know, I just feel sorry, why it has become like this now."

After drinking a glass of rum, Old Muller walked outside in a daze.

Compared with the luxurious and comfortable high-end ring in the center of the club, he prefers a boxing ring full of sweat, tobacco and alcohol, even if there is not even a formal ring.

"Don't pay attention to his words. Mr. Muller is a veteran figure in the club very early. He always likes to talk about things in the past. He misses pure fighting, and even more misses the days when drinking a glass of beer can blow the whole day."

Sasha at the front desk noticed Tu Fu's gaze, and added selfishly, "In fact, most of that beauty also exists in Mr. Muller's fantasy."

"Totally understand."

Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders, "The sign of the end of an era is that it begins to be romanticized."

"The end of an era is marked by the beginning of being romanticized...well said."

Just like the Baia Kingdom, which is full of industrialization at the moment, even if it is constantly criticized, it will definitely be remembered by some poets and writers in their works in the future.

They will extol the beauty of the steam (industrial) age, praising 'cars and horses are slow, letters are far away, and there is only enough to love one person in a lifetime'.

Touting the horse-drawn train that is not convenient but full of ceremonies.

Praise the sweat left by the workers in the factory for their hard work every day.

A nostalgic metal frenzy sweeps the city, filled with steel behemoths and factories with thick black smoke from their chimneys.

The people are thriving, and the bright future of the country is on the paper.

As everyone knows, only those who live in this era know.

Every day, they ride the horse-drawn train that shakes their ass off, and they are also choked by the black smoke that evaporates countless workers' blood and sweat on the side of the road.

Even Ms. "Fox" rarely praised, "You really should be a poet instead of an adventurer."

"An adventurer who doesn't want to be a poet is not a good boxer." Tu Fu smiled with his lips together, and then looked at Ms. Fox and asked, "Do you know who the police officer Mr. Smiley is going to arrest?"

"Edward, the senior police officer in the Wood District, that guy is never soft on thieves and homeless people. Few people in his jurisdiction dare to make trouble."

Ms. "Fox" took another glass of wine, and said slowly: "And Edward once colluded with the rich businessman Morton and received a lot of black money, everyone knows about it.

But this is a common phenomenon from top to bottom of the Wood District Police Department, and no one can decide. Everyone has to play by the bureau's rules, and it's not easy in the Woodlands, and if you don't obey the rules you're out. "

"I see."

Tu Fu, who has some knowledge of the Wood District, fully understands how difficult it is to work in that ghostly place.

"They only know that the police officer is in the same boat as Morton, but they don't know that Edward has used all his illegal profits to donate to the work of building refugee camps in private over the years, helping many homeless children."

This reminded Tu Fu of a saying, "If you can't change the environment, at least don't let the environment change you."

Now he feels more and more that Uncle Ethan is a man of great wisdom and integrity. He has never participated in such things. He would rather be lazy and do nothing than get involved in things that he is not used to.

"It sounds like today is going to be a bad day."

Tu Fu was holding a glass with iced orange juice, the outer layer condensed into a mist, and the ripples in the glass rippling around.

Those "teachers of justice" in the club, as long as they put a bad label on those who don't like it, it becomes a matter of course that everyone can go forward to punch and kick.

Even if they didn't know each other, everyone cheered after punishing the bad guys.

Anyway, the law will not punish everyone, as long as there are many people, there is justice.

Ordinary people vent their emotions, while extraordinary people digest the potion.

The activities of the club are pretty good.

Tu Fu has been in this world for so long, although he is used to seeing unfair things, sometimes he always has a little hypocrisy and persistence in his heart, so naturally he will not become one of them.

"It seems that you don't like the messy activities of the fight club." Ms. Fox tilted her head with great interest, and said with a smile: "Have you thought about trying to stop them?"

"Ma'am, I'm just an ordinary Sequence 9, you might as well go to the Police Department if you encounter this kind of thing."

Tu Fu spread his hands, he was powerless to do such a big thing, he secretly slandered in his heart, what Ms. "Fox" said to him was just to pull him into the chariot and stir up this muddy water together.

What's more, extraordinary organizations like Black Swans and Law Enforcers maintain law and order, and they won a small Sequence 9 to carry out justice here.

"Why don't we watch the fun together later, and see what surprises Mister Smiley and his companions will bring.

Ms. Fox's charming voice sounded.

She pressed the long, extinguished cigarette into the ashtray on the table, and made an invitation to Tu Fu.

"Sounds good."

Going to have fun with a lady of great temperament on a day with nothing to do was an offer that couldn't be turned down.

Then, under Ms. "Fox"'s surprised eyes, Tu Fu ate up the last drop of orange juice and mousse cake in the cup, wishing he could take the cup with him, and got up and left contentedly.