This island is not big, about 20 kilometers in radius, but the scenery is good, with lush green hills and shady green grass under the mountains, and beautiful scenery.

The town is quite large, roughly a square shape, with the building mainly in simple white and black. There are many pedestrians on the street, including merchants, civilians, bounty hunters, pirates, and small shops that buy food, drinks, plays, and sees, which are very lively.

After Nangong Yan arrived at the town, he took out some Bailey and bought a glass of yellow ale in the street, bought ten skewers of squid sprinkled with peppers, and strolled while eating.

In terms of enjoyment, Nangong Yan has never treated himself unfairly. He uses the money as he should and is not stingy.

Seeing the shop selling clothes, Nangong Yan stopped, turned around and walked down, stayed inside for about half an hour, and sold two sets of clothes.

One set is ready-made, and the other is made by Nangong Yan at double the price to ask the tailor in the store to work overtime. The ones standing on Nangong Yan are customized.

This is a whole set of clothes. Nangong Yan is now wearing a black and red shirt on the upper body and a pure black casual pants on the lower body. The outer body is covered with a black windbreaker. The bright red clouds on the windbreaker are lifelike, and the collar of the windbreaker stands up, looking so handsome and cool.

After putting on the new clothes, Nangong Yan felt much better. He walked around the street and found someone selling glasses, so he bought orange glasses similar to the style of Tianyasha.

Now he is so handsome, cool and has a bit of evil spirit, and is extremely charming.

After finding a restaurant of good grades, I ordered six chickens, one soup, and one bottle of wine, and began to concentrate on dealing with the food on the table.

After a few minutes, Nangong Yan, who was happily eating, frowned and a loud noise. Nangong Yan turned his head and saw seven or eight men wearing white shirts, black suits and trousers, sunglasses and black leather shoes walked away arrogantly and domineeringly.

The owner of the restaurant hurriedly walked over and nodded and greeted him. He respectfully took out a large pen of Bailey and handed it to a big man. The other six or seven big men seemed to be at their own home, casually holding the wine on the restaurant counter.

After the leader ordered Bailey, he patted the restaurant owner who was smiling with satisfaction, and skillfully took the bottle of wine and took his younger brother away.

After everyone left, the restaurant owner sighed deeply, with a bitter look on his face.

"March?" This word came to Nangong Yan's mind, and it was normal to think about it. This is the West Sea. It is said that the five powerful mafia are the real masters of the vast sea area of ​​the West Sea. In the future, Capone Becky, one of the supernova stars, will be the most powerful among the five mafia.

The emergence of these mafia gave Nangong Yan some inspiration. What kind of method can make money the fastest? It is obvious that they naturally robbed them. It is rare for ordinary people to take action and they don’t bother to take action. However, what these mafia did just now is not like a good person, and they have no psychological burden on them.

After speeding up the meal, Nangong Yan went out of the restaurant and took out a piece of Bailey to find passers-by and asked them to know the location of these mafia.

When we arrived at the northernmost section of the town, a manor covering a large area appeared before our eyes. It was Western style, white and golden colors alternated, and it looked quite luxurious.

"Hehe, I'm quite good at enjoying it. I'm here to rob your wealth and help my poor." I smiled secretly and walked around the manor, avoiding the main gate and the back gate, and finding a corner without anyone. Nangong Yan jumped up gently and sneaked carefully.

At this time, Nangong Yan hoped that he would be domineering in seeing and hearing, so that he could sway.

The manor was quite big, and Nangong Yan felt dizzy when he turned around. Suddenly, Nangong Yan's ears trembled slightly and heard a faint wail and a cry for help. After the increase in the phantom beast species, Nangong Yan's hearing was much stronger than that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to hear it.

Going around the east and west, Nangong Yan saw four mafia wearing short muskets on their waists, holding long muskets in their hands, meticulously stationed in front of an iron door, with a cold expression.

Nangong Yan looked moved, touched his chin and thought, "Is it because these mafia were secretly sitting in some dirty business, human trafficking, and slave trading?"

As a modern person, Nangong Yan has no good impression of human trafficking and slave trading. Although people have different identities and differences in height, slaves are still too much in Nangong Yan's opinion.

Thinking of this, Nangong Yan's face turned cold and mobilized the power in his body. Four light golden fire bombs slashed through the air and instantly sank into the heads of the five people. A muffled groan sounded, and the four people fell to the ground.

Nangong Yan walked to the iron gate, and a ball of burning sun fire burned in his hand and placed it on the iron lock. After only two or three breaths, the iron lock turned into a ball of crimson iron and flowed on the ground.

Opening the iron door, Nangong Yan walked in. When he reached the end, he heard the screams and wailings becoming clearer. Nangong Yan speeded up, and it was bright inside. Three big men holding whips were whipping two men and one woman hard, cursing and cursing.

The two men and one woman were ragged and covered in blood. They crawled in a limited space with extremely fear and rolled away from the whip of the three mafia.

Seeing this, Nangong Yan frowned, his blue veins twitched, his eyes rolled in his anger, and his feet turned into a light golden shadow and rushed straight to the three mafia.

One of the three mafia discovered Nangong Yan and shouted, and the other two realized. Because Nangong Yan was too fast, they didn't have time to draw their guns, and the whip in their hands twitched towards Nangong Yan.

Humph... Nangong Yan snorted coldly, bent his knees slightly, soared into the air, swept out with his legs, kicked the three of them on the chin. The powerful force made the three of them hit the wall, and their bodies were sore and weak that they could not get up for a moment.

The sun's true fire flew out with his hand and landed on the three of them. The surging sun's true fire was extremely strong, full of aggressiveness, as if it fell into boiling oil, burning violently.

Ah...ah...you're lucky...a shrill scream sounded, and soon the three of them turned into three firemen, struggling and rolling wildly in the room, trying to extinguish the true fire of the sun. Unfortunately, this kind of flame was not extinguished by people like them who were not much stronger than ordinary people and who rely on the power of firearms to act as a blessing. Not long after, they stopped moving, and the disgusting fragrance of human flesh filled the room. In just half a cup of tea, it completely turned into coke, and soon it fell into ashes again.

The three slaves who were beaten also mentioned that about twenty young and middle-aged men and women in prison were extremely happy to see the three mafia who abused them burned to death. The eyes of Nangong Yan looked at Nangong Yan with great respect and a hint of awe.

"You stay here for the time being and don't come out. I'll go outside to deal with the remaining mafia." After saying that, Nangong Yan lifted his feet and left, and soon turned into a light golden shadow and disappeared.

When he came outside, Nangong Yan no longer hid and quickly stepped onto the higher part of the manor, holding his palm slightly, and balls of high-concentration fireballs that emitted terrifying temperatures were smashing towards the manor.

These fireballs containing tyrannical energy are like grenades filled with tnt explosives on Earth. They fell on the building, and large pits emerged one by one. The hot heat waves were enough to burn the skin of ordinary people.

The huge movement quickly attracted many mafia to come with muskets and knives. Seeing that the mafia approached forty or fifty, Nangong Yan was not polite, and planned to fight quickly.

Putting away the orange sunglasses, Nangong Yan closed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened his eyes. The scarlet Sharingan appeared. The mysterious and strange three-hook sickle Sharingan rotated slightly. The whole world was extremely clear, and all the bullets shot at him were like snails moving.

The terrifying insight of the Manelidid Sharingan is roughly estimated to be no less than the major general who is good at seeing and hearing the domineering spirit, and even the lieutenant general. As Nangong Yan's proficiency and mental strength increase, he will become stronger.

While dodging bullets with agility, he waved the flame bullets. Yes, Nangong Yan's name is so rough and simple.

Nangong Yan was like a cheat, dodging the dense lead bullets. He had a terrifying insight and keen judgment on the movement of the first mafia, the ten-fingered flame bombs, and the flame bombs were like a tracking missile installed. Each attack could take away lives. In just half a quarter of an hour, forty or fifty mafia were slaughtered by Nangong Yan.
Chapter completed!