Chapter 39 (1/2)

Among dozens of large and small fish farms at narwhal wharf, lampreys are the least impressive.

The workshop area is small, the number of workers is not large, and the processing capacity of large fish is limited.

The most important thing is that the price of lampreys is unreasonably high, and the hands and feet of the workers are still a little dirty. The large fish catches entrusted to them for processing and some expensive precious materials are often lost.

Therefore, the lamprey carving ground is usually cold and quiet. In addition, the location of the workshop is remote. Near the beach Cape in the easternmost corner of the narwhal wharf, the nearest company has a half mile of land. It is hard to see a ghost here all day.

It's late at night, and the slightly emaciated full moon rises from the East.

The waves flapping on the rocks feebly, sending out a fine sound, the continuous sound of the waves, will be a lot of noise quietly swallowed up.

The fury in the Yanan hysteria was faintly heard from the fish hatchery. In the workshop enclosed by log fence, several ferocious mastiff dogs slouched their tongues lazily and swayed through the messy unloading yard.

A few ragged workers, with inferior mixed cigarettes in their mouth, leaned idly against the gate like those fierce mastiff dogs, and looked furtively at the only gravel road leading to the gate of the workshop.

Moonlight, like water, lights up the road. The straight gravel road was clean, and there were no figures or horses.

Some of the workers were laughing in low voices, discussing who was more beautiful than Yanan's wife, his two mistresses, and the underage daughters.

Hearing Yanan's roar and abuse, several workers at the same time sighed.

”That's a waste of water, girl.” A worker complained in a low voice: ”if you give it to us...”

”Yes, monsieur, shut up.” Another worker quickly stopped his companion: ”I don't want to be sent to the black continent to play games with those dark gorillas.”

A few workers stopped talking. They occasionally glanced at the road, and most of their attention was focused on the workshop more than 200 feet away.

In the other direction, outside the original wooden fence near the workshop, in the dense grove, a tall and thin man stood quietly in the thickest shadow under the tree shade. He had a slender cigar in his mouth, and a faint red light flickered from time to time. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Yanan's howling continued, and there were more women and children crying.

The man stood quietly under the tree, like a statue, even his eyelashes were motionless.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind the man: ”Lord Vito sent you to protect master Qiao? You're here to watch? ”

The skinny man's body suddenly stiffens, and his body suddenly becomes translucent, like the shadow left by the swift sprinting swift on the ground. He pounces forward silently, and in an instant he reaches another big tree a hundred feet away.

At the time of flying, the thin man vomited out the long cigar in his mouth. When he appeared under a big tree a hundred feet away, the cigar vomited out of his mouth had not even landed.

The cigar didn't land.

A slender, white, like the finest white suet white jade carved, can be called the most beautiful works of art palm quietly out of the dark, cigar smoke just dropped a foot or more, he gently pinched it in the finger.

The face shopkeeper is like a ghost's shadow. It doesn't ring at all, and slowly shows his body shape from the dark.

He rubbed his hands and kneaded the burning cigar into fine powder and sprinkled it on the ground at will: ”as a doctor who knows a little about medicine, I must tell you that tobacco is not good for the lung.”

”Gu Gu” laughed a few times, and the grimace shopkeeper sighed: ”however, it doesn't matter. You guys who kill thousands of swords may be chopped to death at any time. Maybe you can't endure the day when tobacco kills you.”

Moonlight on the face of the grimace shopkeeper.

At night, in such a secluded grove, when I saw the face of the shopkeeper, the skinny man was frightened and almost didn't cry out.

He gasped violently, and the voice of the thin man was twisted a little: ”it's you Grimace I remember young master Qiao said to you that it's better not to come out at night to scare people. ”

Many of the witus are familiar with the grimace shopkeeper. One is that Joe often goes to his drugstore and the other is that his face is so discernible.