<strong>Chapter 1329: Chapter 1329, Lane 9</strong>
“What docking fee?”
Lillian Tompson raised her eyebrows, watching the man before her warily.
This man was strange.
Swimming City was by the sea; although it wasn’t hot, it certainly wasn’t cold.
Yet the man wore a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat.
Moreover, his face was covered with ck cloth,pletely obscuring his true appearance.
“Of course, it’s the fee for docking your vessel,” the man’s entire face was concealed, save for his mouth.
His teeth were very white.
He pointed to the small boat upon which Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson were riding and chuckled, “One thousand US dors!”
“One day?”
Lillian Tompson’s face turned livid, just as she was about to retort.
“One hour!”
The man immediately interjected: “One hour, one thousand US dors.”
“Is this a robbery?” Originating from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Lillian Tompson had a fiery temperament.
Being extorted for a docking fee suddenly set her aze with fury.
“It’s not exactly robbery.” The man waved his hand as three others surrounded them.
These three were dressed the same as him, but each had a hidden weapon box in hand.
“Are you trying to rob us in broad daylight?” Lillian Tompson clenched her fists, ready to deal with these scoundrels.
But remembering Julius Reed’s previous advice not to cause trouble of her own ord, she reluctantly restrained herself.
“Which faction are you from?”
Julius Reed, who had stayed silent all along, finally spoke.
“Middle Three Rord.”
Caught off guard by his question, the man hesitated for a moment before replying, “Since it’s not your first time here, how about one hundred US dors?”
“You…” Lillian Tompson clenched her teeth in anger: “A tenfold difference?”
Was this not taking advantage of her newfound presence?
In fact, these four indeed thought the couple before them was visiting for the first time, thus they dared to quote such a price.
“One day, one hundred US dors!”
The man raised a finger, speaking with a smile.
“Middle Three Rord, is Hagan Marsh doing well?”
Instead of handing over the money, Julius Reed looked toward the four men in front of him.
“You know Commander Marsh?”
The leading man in the straw raincoat was clearly surprised. He tentatively asked, “May I inquire who you are…?”
“Commander Marsh’s fame is deafening; who visiting Swimming City hasn’t heard of him?” Julius Reed said with augh, his hands sped behind his back.
“Oh.” The man finally rxed, then promptly offered, “Fifty US dors, dock as you please. Rest easy here, the brothers of Middle Three Rord are vignt.”
As the two went back and forth, Lillian Tompson felt utterly confused.
What Middle Three Rord?
Who’s Commander Marsh?
But since the Saintly Leader had things under control, it wasn’t her ce as a servant to worry.
“Fifty US dors, that works, not too much.” Julius Reed held out his hand, and Lillian Tompson immediately took out her wallet, extracting fifty US dors.
When they came, she had made sure to bring a fair amount of cash.
Swimming City was not like other ces; here, only cash and Swimming City currency were epted.
On the outskirts, where these people were active, receiving US dors to spend outside was fine.
But once entering Swimming City, one had to use the local currency.
Swimming City Currency.
Many people would stay in Swimming City their whole lives, never daring to leave.
To them, all other currencies were as good as waste paper.
“Thanks!”
Just as the man was about to grab the money, Julius Reed withdrew his hand.
“Mister, what do you mean by this?” The man’s tone carried displeasure, having been yed.
And hispanions also raised their weapons, taking aim at the two before them.
Seeming ready to strike.
“I’ll definitely give you the money.” Julius Reed held up the US dors, pulling the Divine Dragon Tripod from his pocket.
A person who doesn’t smoke usually does not carry a lighter.
Whoosh!
Evil Qi rushed into the Divine Dragon Tripod, and mes appeared.
And the fifty US dors were instantly set on fire.
“That’s going too far…” The man’s voice was deep, carrying a hint of murderous intent.
Burning money?
Isn’t this how you give money to the dead?
“Don’t think that just because you know our Commander Marsh, you can…”
Puchi!
Before the man could finish speaking, Julius Reed’s bone sword shed through the air.
A head tumbled to the ground.
The other three were stunned initially, but before they could react!
Julius Reed took a step forward!
Three strikes!
Four more dead bodies were added to the dock.
“Saint Lord, won’t you get into trouble for killing like this…”
Lillian Thompson never expected such an oue.
After a half day of cordial exchange, to be beheaded with a single strike?
“Don’t forget, this is Swimming City.”
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Julius Reed’s bone sword returned to its sheath.
“The rule of Swimming City, is killing.”
After speaking, he walked along the concrete path of the dock, heading towards the city gate.
There were many people around, each busy with their own things.
Seeing the four people get killed, they had no reaction, as if they hadn’t seen anything at all.
Or rather, they were used to it.
“Saint Lord, about the Nine Roads you just asked…”
Lillian Thompson couldn’t help but inquire.
She was filled with curiosity about this strange city.
“Swimming City has a history of a thousand years, it became a pirate paradise starting from the Age of Exploration. Later, Swimming City gradually became infamous, attracting many desperados. Various powers fought here, and eventually, nine factions remained to control Swimming City.”
Julius Reed pointed to the city about eight hundred meters from them: “The nine powers, ranked by strength, are divided into Upper Three Roads, Middle Three Roads, and Lower Three Roads. The Nine Roads we just encountered is the least reputable among them. As for Commander Marsh, he’s the chief of Nine Roads.”
“I visited Swimming City once, ten years ago. Back then, the Zhang family had just taken power. Surprisingly, after ten years, he’s still not dead.” Julius Reed added, “Swimming City is cruel; if you can kill your own ‘elder brother’, you be the ‘elder brother’. It seems that Hagan Marsh is likely not around, so his underlingse out to swindle neers.”
As they were conversing, a dispute erupted on the shore.
A western couple seemed to be arguing with a man from the Nine Roads wearing a straw raincoat.
“See, the Nine Roads can only engage in petty deeds and rob neers of their money.” Julius Reed shook his head and turned to walk towards the city gate.
“Every year, many wealthy scionse here admiringly, but some don’t even make it into Swimming City before being swindled out of millions of US Dors. Others, even worse, lose their lives.”
While the two chatted, a scream came from behind.
Following that, the man in the straw raincoat pushed the couple into the sea and simultaneously swept the surface with a hidden weapon box.
“Here, there are no restraints. The onlyws are those established jointly by the nine powers.” Seeing the confusion on Lillian Thompson’s face, Julius Reed whispered, “Be careful what you say, what you do, just follow me. Here, you never know which words might bring disaster!”
“Okay.” Lillian Thompson nodded, her gaze still darting towards the dock.
After a minute, the two arrived below the city gate.
The walls of Swimming City were made of pitch-ck stone.
There were also traces of bombardment.
At the city gate, stood a team of men in ck robes.
Like guards.
Outside, many people were not allowed to enter.
“What’s going on?” Julius Reed looked at the closed gates, asking the people beside him, “No entry?”
“It’s said that a VIP has arrived in Swimming City, and the City Lord has summoned the Upper, Middle, and Lower Nine Roads to gather for a meeting. Looks like we’ll have to wait for the gates to open till nightfall.”
Supporting herself with a cane and wearing a scarf, an olddy in her nies responded after taking a nce at Julius Reed.
The olddy had sparse teeth, with only two incisors remaining.
She looked quiteical.
Even bent over as if she could fall down walking.
Fragile, as if she could die at any moment.
“Why would such an olddye to Swimming City?” Lillian Thompson mumbled to herself but did not speak up.
“Granny. Why isn’t the city gate open?”
As soon as Julius Reed asked, a swordsman also approached, questioning the olddy.
Swoosh!
Before the swordsman could finish speaking, the olddy’s staff struck back!
Directly smashing onto the swordsman’s head.
Blood sttered.
The swordsman’s eyes bulged as he fell to the ground, dead.
His head was smashed to bits.
Red and white were scattered everywhere.
“Clearly a young girl, and she calls me an olddy?” The olddy hummed lightly, straightening her bent body and wiping the blood from her staff, her eyes fixed on the city gate.