Chapter 37 (1/2)

”It's hard to see” scarlet ”in such a mess. It's an honor to see you this time. ”

is like a parrot eating coral, make complaints about the sharp sound in the mind. Rapp Lash, with a thick and malicious voice, aroused Joe from the coma.

Shaking his numb, stiff head, Joe was so dazed that he remembered what had just happened.

Meles ”kidnaps” himself, uses himself to force back the subordinates of the witus family, and successfully escapes with Yanan.

On the way, Myers knocked Joe unconscious.

The blow was too hard, and now Joe's brain aches a little.

It should be a concussion. Joe felt heavy and heavy near his forehead, and he was a little nauseous and wanted to vomit. Joe was no stranger to this feeling. When he was young, he had fights with the dandies in port Tulun, and he had been swung on his head with a wooden stick many times. He had learned this feeling at least a dozen times.

”Myers...” Joe whispered the name in his heart, biting his teeth.

He raised his head. Someone should have taken the opportunity to give him pain when he was in a coma. Both of Joe's eyes were so swollen that he tried to open them, but only to open a gap.

Squinting around, Joe found himself sitting on the wet ground, with his back against a complicated iron frame; his hands were raised high, his wrists were made of extra large steel handcuffs, and two thumb thick steel chains were passed through the handcuffs and firmly fixed to an iron ring on the roof above.

It was a large, square stone house, a hundred feet long, fifty or sixty feet wide, and more than thirty feet high. The ground was damp, and the air smelled of blood and fish. There were no windows around.

Joe frowned, trying to recall similar buildings in port tullen.

It's so wet. It's not a warehouse.

The smell of blood and fish, together with the complicated iron frame on the wall, well, there are many iron beams on the ceiling of the stone house, and several large metal frames are placed on the ground.

Under these metal shelves, there are huge stone brick puddles connected by waterways. In the huge puddles, huge leather like objects are soaked in the black and red sewage.

This is a fish farm.

Joe decided where he was, and it was supposed to be a slitting ground dedicated to dividing large catches.

There is a fishing port in Tulun port, and fishing boats of all sizes operate on the stormy ocean all year round. Some large economic fishes, such as baleen whales, sperm whales and blue whales, are huge in size and valuable in every inch. However, they are extremely difficult to deal with on fishing boats. Only specialized fishing grounds are used for dissection and segmentation, and no valuable flesh and blood is wasted.

There are three fishing ports in the port of Tulun. Only the narwhal wharf has gathered dozens of specialized fishing grounds, which are capable of handling large whale catches.

Narwhal wharf is quite far away from kumquat hill. Kumquat hill is in the southwest corner of Tulun port, and narwhal wharf is in the southeast corner of Tulun port. Between them, almost all the old and new wharfs of Tulun port are crossed, and they are facing each other from east to west across the huge inner sea of Tulun port.

”Hey,” Joe laughed strangely.

In the port of Tulun, witujia belongs to the kind of existence, and they are not afraid to cut into any industry that can make money.

Whale hunting, low cost, high profit, extremely considerable rate of return. In the port of Tulun, there are several ocean whaling teams under the name of Rosa chamber of Commerce, and pay huge profits to the Ritu family every year.

In the narwhal wharf, there are naturally a large number of sailors, fishermen and workers who work for the witus family.

Shaking his body, Joe got up a little harder. The two arms have been hanging on the top of the head for too long, and they are a little paralyzed. Joe moved his fingers to make his arms comfortable.

Standing on tiptoe, he sent his collar to the handcuffed palm. Joe moved his ten fingers carefully. His thick fingers pulled out a thin and flexible steel wire from his collar.

”What did the grimace shopkeeper do before?” Joe murmured the question in a low voice, and gently scratched the steel wire in the key hole of the handcuffs, and the handcuffs opened quietly.

He put down his hands and put the wire back into his collar. Joe shook his hands hard.

This set of escapes like flowing clouds and flowing water is indeed taught by the grimace shopkeeper. Joe still vaguely remembers that in the summer when he was 14, the face shopkeeper taught him a lot of interesting ”survival skills.”.

”No one can guarantee that this life will be smooth, right? So, learning a little bit of any skill is always useful. ”

Joe still clearly remember that when the face shopkeeper said these words, he was inexplicably lonely and melancholy. Even if the ugly face shopkeeper has become that kind of appearance, the inexplicable loneliness and melancholy still make him full of some special charm!

In recent years, when there is no one, Joe often deliberately imitates the face shopkeeper's unintentional melancholy that day.