The Terror of the Pirates

Mad Hatter is a mixed bag of people, and it is a well-known pirate lair in the Western Sea.

At the same time, various forces from the underworld are tightly entrenched in Mad Hatter like rootlets, allowing all kinds of black industries to flourish here.

The main reason for this prosperity is that before he died, the pirate king Roger started the era of the great pirates with a few words.

The fundamental reason is a simple and clear relationship line woven by human desires.

For example, the rampant pirates plundered money from the good people of the country.

In turn, the bosses of the underworld found ways to get the pirates to obediently pay out of their pockets.

Furthermore, the lawless area of Mad Hatter Town, a den of iniquity, has spawned various industries.

Slaves,

organs,

weapons,

red-light districts,

all kinds of things that can easily provoke the nerves of ordinary people are available here.

Among the many black occupations in Mad Hatter's Town is the position of undertaker.

The main job is to collect corpses, and depending on the situation, they occasionally work part-time as doctors and have a more direct cooperative relationship with organ dealers.

Arthur, who was called by Sunny to collect the corpse, is a member of the group of undertakers in Mad Hatter's Town.

His function is not the best, but he is also at the forefront.

When Alex's predecessor was brought back by Saul, Arthur was also responsible for treating him.

Now, as the person in charge of his treatment, he was very surprised when he saw him wake up.

"What do you mean, he's actually awake?"

Saul sniffed out a hint of something wrong and looked at Arthur unkindly.

It was Arthur who had given Saul the idea in the first place, after assuring him that there was a more than 50% chance that Alex would wake up after treatment.

At the time, Saul had thought that even if he didn't wake up, he could sell him on the black market to minimize losses, and had eventually agreed.

Now it seems that the chances of Alex waking up at that time were definitely less than 50%.

Arthur was a man of his word, and he just admitted it with his hands spread out.

"If I didn't say that, how could I have taken your business?"

"You're a crook, you deserve to die!"

Saul immediately cursed.

"Same to you,"

Perhaps it was the mask or his thick skin, but Arthur seemed very calm.

"You've made a profit anyway. You should know that the starting price for a human slave is 500,000, and you only spent 50,000 on treatment, so you should be satisfied."

"Alex is not a slave,"

Sunny suddenly corrected.

She didn't say the rest of her sentence—Alex is a laborer.

Arthur glanced at Sunny, but instead of responding, he dropped what he was doing and walked towards Alex.

Alex braced himself as Arthur walked towards him.

He looked like a bad guy.

Arthur was tall and stood in front of Alex, weighing him down.

He looked down at the bandage on Alex's forehead and suddenly reached out to grab it.

However, Alex was prepared for this, and at the moment Arthur made his move, he took a few steps back in time to avoid being caught.

"Oh?"

Arthur's eyes flashed with a strange expression.

He had acted quickly and suddenly, so he never expected Alex to be able to dodge.

Based on his initial diagnosis of Alex, he was certain that even if he woke up, his physical control would definitely be affected, and it was even less likely that he would recover to this extent in the short term.

But the facts were right in front of him.

Not to mention his self-healing ability, which was already extraordinary.

Arthur's strange expression quickly faded, replaced by a gleam in his eyes.

This was a good product, and it was also the favorite of those special customers. Not only was it easy to sell, but the price could easily exceed the market price.

Thinking about this, Arthur took a step forward to further confirm Alex's physical condition.

The next moment, he suddenly stopped moving again.

He looked back at Saul, who was smoking a pipe and expressionless behind the counter, and felt the piercing gaze.

At the same time, he realized that the seemingly ordinary little guy in front of him had most likely already caught Saul's eye, and it was impossible to pry him away as a commodity.

It was regrettable.

But he could only silently extinguish the idea of negotiating a deal with Saul.

"Sorry, sorry, I was a little excited to see my patient wake up after being treated by me, and I almost forgot that I am now a mortician."

Arthur made up an excuse for his previous transgression and quickly returned to the corpse to continue the work he had interrupted.

Saul's eyes softened.

Although he was uncomfortable with Arthur's trick, he did not doubt Arthur's professional integrity and knew that every penny spent was indeed used for treatment.

Otherwise, he would have been able to let Arthur walk in and go out sideways, which would not be in vain for many years of friendship.

Alex looked at Arthur's back.

Arthur, right...

Next to him, Sunny tilted her head and looked at Alex's profile, her eyes flashing with confusion.

Next to the corpse, Arthur examined the corpse's wounds and pulled a thin needle with a thread from the collar.

"The heart has been stabbed several times, so I can only give you 60% of the market price."

"Fine, just get it over with and get out of here,"

said Saul impatiently, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Arthur said no more, and his right hand, which was holding the needle, shook a series of hand shadows on the corpse's wounds.

In just a moment, the messy wounds were sewn up airtight.

Alex watched Arthur's exposed technique and couldn't help but think of the woman from his previous life, who used a needle and thread as a weapon and was extremely difficult to deal with.

Damn.

This person in front of him, who didn't even reveal his name in the original work, can also have such a technique?

And Saul, although he is short, his strength must not be weak.

And this is only in the West Sea...

So, what is the situation like in the Grand Line and the New World?

Alex's heart grew slightly heavy.

It seems that one must be more careful when selecting prey.

One must be careful not to be "hunted" instead of hunting "people".

In fact, Alex was overthinking it.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people of a kind stick together. Whoever can get along with Saul is no weakling.

And how many old pirates like Saul, who have retired from the last era, can be found in such a remote place as Mad Hatter's Town?

After patching up the corpse's wounds, Arthur simply left a small stack of money and then carried the corpse away.

After Arthur left, the shop door was closed again, ending the day's business early.

As for the bloodstains on the floor, naturally Alex cleaned them up.

Despite being hungry and thirsty, Alex had no choice but to submit to his situation.

Fortunately, Sunny had already regarded him as a colleague and took the initiative to give him a piece of bread and a cup of boiled water.

After swallowing the bread and drinking the water, Alex was finally able to fill his stomach, and immediately picked up the tools to start cleaning up the bloodstains.

At this time, Saul went upstairs to his room, while Sunny did not leave.

There were two stools in the counter, one tall and one short.

The lower stool was used by Saul to stand on, while the higher one was used for sitting.

She sat on the lower stool, resting her cheek on her hands, and watched Alex clean the floor.

After Alex had finished cleaning, she asked him the question she had been wondering about.

"How did you manage to hide?"

"Huh?"

Alex looked at Sunny in confusion.