Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Hehe, you want to take this opportunity to make fun of me? No way."

Quickly slinking a few streets away, Jerry stood in the alley and grinned triumphantly.

He could tell what Scarl and the other were up to just by thinking. There had been a bit of commotion before, so he quickly seized the opportunity and slipped away.

"Boom!"

"Ok?"

Hearing the loud footsteps again, Jerry looked over curiously.

"Ah! Don't run. You promised me in your dream that you would marry me."

"You little slut, get out of here if you're horny! Don't chase after my prince!"

"Stop! No matter how fast you run, you can't escape my heart!"

"Go away! You shameless bitches, you want to compete with me for my husband?"

The noisy chase was getting closer and closer to Jerry, with screams and arguments from many women heard in between.

He looked carefully and saw in front of the crowd, there was a handsome young man with blond curly hair, aristocratic attire, wearing a cowboy hat with fur trimmings, being chased by a group of women.

"Hey! The one in front, don't block the way!"

The blond man who was being chased also saw Jerry at the same time and shouted loudly.

Jerry's location happened to be at the corner of the alley, blocking his escape route.

Hearing the shouting, Jerry recognized that the person being chased was Cavendish. A sly smile appeared on his face, and he stood there motionless.

"Eh? If you don't move out of the way, I'll have to apologize first."

Cavendish was stunned. He shouted but his running speed did not slow down at all.

But when he approached Jerry, he suddenly swung his fist, intending to knock Jerry to the side.

However, he didn't expect that Jerry dodged his attack easily and then stretched out his foot to trip him.

"Ouch! You tricked me!"

Cavendish fell to the ground due to his carelessness. He couldn't help shouting this sentence before falling, his voice full of surprise and dissatisfaction.

"Baby, are you lying on the ground waiting for me? Here I come!"

"He's obviously waiting for me, mua."

"Stop daydreaming here, he's mine!"

The many middle-aged women and girls who were chasing after him were all delighted to see this scene, and some even gave Jerry a thumbs up to express their appreciation.

Then they swarmed forward like vicious dogs rushing into shit, and leaped into the air like fat fish into water, instantly submerging Cavendish's figure in the crowd.

"Haha, you're welcome. Just enjoy this rare moment."

Jerry was afraid that they would hurt innocent people by mistake, so he laughed and stepped back a few meters, waved and turned away.

When doing good things, he never leaves his name.

Looking up at the sky which was beginning to darken, Jerry decided to go out and look for food first.

"Boss Jerry! Over here!"

Just as he returned to the busy street, Jerry heard a familiar shout.

It turned out that Scar and Brook were standing in front of a very busy stall. Both of them were holding piles of food in their hands, with happy smiles on their faces, and were waving at him enthusiastically.

Jerry thought the incident during the game should have been over, so he walked towards them with a smile. They all had to eat anyway, and it would be nice to enjoy it together and have company.

The three of them divided the work and soon bought enough food.

They found a place far away from the busy streets and decided to eliminate them in the relatively quiet Riverside Square.

Suddenly remembering something, Jerry asked the two people beside him:

"Have you seen Garrott and the others?"

Both Skarr and the other shook their heads: "No, they are probably in another area. Anything wrong?"

"Nothing, we'll talk about it later."

After eating, Jerry stretched and said casually.

"Humph! You really make it hard for me to find you!"

A loud shout was heard, and the three of them turned their heads to look in confusion.

Cavendish, with golden curly hair, drew out his sword with an angry look on his face and pointed it at Jerry.

His outfit, which should have been full of aristocratic charm, now looked messy, his hat was askew, and he looked embarrassed.

His white shirt had several buttons missing, and his fair face and shirt were covered with eye-catching red lipstick marks. Someone who didn't know him well might have mistaken him for having just walked out of a colorful building.

Under the puzzled gazes of Scar and Brook, Jerry smiled crookedly:

"Haha, what's up, buddy? Has something happened that requires pay-to-view viewing?"

"You! It's all your fault! Don't you know what happened?"

Cavendish's face turned red, obviously annoyed by his indifferent attitude.

Without waiting for Jerry to answer, Scarr stared at Cavendish's clothes, frowned and asked:

"You look familiar, are you Cavendish?"

Brooke also had a solemn expression, and they both recalled what happened last night at the same time.

Although his face looked slightly different, the person in front of him was dressed in the same clothes and held the same sword as the one he saw last night.

"Haha, that's right. If you know who I am, I can be gentler next time."

Cavendish chuckled as he spoke to Skarr and the other man, then pointed his sword at Jerry again.

"Except him, of course!"

"why?"

Seeing that Jerry smiled and didn't reply, Scar asked curiously.

Cavendish's expression suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, as if a storm was about to come. He gritted his teeth with strong anger and dissatisfaction:

"Don't think that I don't know who you are! Long Quan, you actually dared to steal several of my headlines! Unforgivable!"

"And the kick just now, now we have to settle all the new and old grudges together!"

Hearing this, Jerry didn't pay too much attention to his words and grinned:

"Haha, your last name isn't Wang, how would I know you want the headlines?"

"Besides, what did you do last night, have you forgotten?"

Cavendish was stunned and said in astonishment:

"last night?"

"Let me think... Could it be that Bai Ma did something again?"

Cavendish knew that he suffered from a rare special sleepwalking disease. After falling asleep, he would sleepwalk and create a second personality called "White Horse".

He knew about the existence of the white horse. If he was awake, Cavendish could use his dominant personality to suppress his secondary personality.

When awake, if the second personality wants to forcibly seize control of the body, Cavendish can barely control it.

However, once he fell into a deep sleep, he was completely helpless.

As for the actions of the second personality when he was unconscious, if he recalled carefully, he could still remember some of them.

In the past, the second personality did not cause much trouble, but recently, it seems to have become more and more arrogant and started to constantly create trouble.

At first, he just destroyed things everywhere, but as time went on, his behavior became more and more extreme, and he even showed signs of turning into a murderer.

After thinking for a moment, Cavendish seemed to remember something. He was silent for a moment and apologized softly:

"I'm deeply sorry for almost hurting those two ladies."

Then he flew into a rage:

"But you, kid, kicked me last night, right in my face?"