Pirates' Max Level System

People in the North Sea are not surprised by this. A country without any special circumstances actually means that the country has no stories. Tsk tsk tsk...

The hotel where Qin Luo stayed was located on the border between the wealthy area and the civilian area. It was located on a higher ground and one could see most of Calgary from the balcony on the fifth floor.

The azure sea in the distance, the black sky of the industrial zone, the milky white streets of the civilian area, and the golden buildings of the wealthy area. Calgary is like a colorful ribbon.

From the moment Qin Luo spoke, Fatty Si kept sweating profusely.

Every sip and every bite is predestined. Fatty Si basically believed that Qin Luo was here to settle accounts with him. He had saved Qin Luo from a disaster before, and now he was going to pay it back.

Fatty Si wasn't stupid enough to ask Qin Luo how he got into the room without triggering the mechanism. For a tough guy like him, climbing over a wall or jumping off a building would be as easy as doing some exercise after a meal.

If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll get a knife. Fatty Si simply said to Qin Luo, "Sir, thank you for saving my life. I don't know how to address you, sir?"

As he spoke, Fatty Si bowed deeply to Qin Luo, and there was nothing wrong with his etiquette. However, if etiquette could have saved him, he would not have been hunted down so miserably.

"Let me introduce you." Qin Luo ignored Fatty Si's question and asked him to introduce himself. He had previously learned a lot about Fatty Si from the waiter, but in the end, he still wanted to hear his evaluation of himself.

At the same time, this self-introduction is also related to Qin Luo's evaluation of Fatty Si. This is an interview. If Fatty Si still dares to lie and conceal something at this time, Qin Luo doesn't mind sending this fat man to the first floor again and from the balcony.

There's a chance, Fatty Si muttered to himself, knowing that the following introduction might very well affect his own worth and life. He had to be useful yet unafraid to the mysterious man before him.

But what aspect of him does the other party need to use? This is the question.

After thinking for a while, Fatty Si decided to introduce himself while observing the other person's expressions.

"My nickname is Fatty Si. The victim is an arms dealer. I've been in Calgary for over ten years."

Fatty Si didn't mention his name or hometown, which was no surprise; he hadn't used his real name in over a decade. After becoming a notorious arms dealer, no one would reveal their real name or hometown, unless they were dissatisfied with their family's comforts and wanted to stir things up.

"I may not be the largest arms supplier in Calgary, but I can guarantee that there's no arms I can't get." Fatty Si said proudly. He had the confidence to do so. But then something suddenly occurred to him, and he replied helplessly, "Except for one thing."

In the past year or two, a new type of prosthetic arm, armed with powers similar to those of a devil fruit, has become popular among Calgary's upper class. Fatty Si has long coveted this prosthetic arm, but he has never been able to find a source of it.

If Fatty Si hadn't often appeared at high-end gatherings of arms dealers, he wouldn't even know about the news of armed prosthetic limbs.

Fatty Si thought that the news about the armed prosthetic limbs would attract the attention of the mysterious man Qin Luo, but it didn't happen.

While Fatty Si was feeling uneasy, Qin Luo continued, "Tell me why you were being hunted."

Alexander, did he? From Qin Luo's expression, the fat boss couldn't see any difference, and he couldn't find a breakthrough.

So Fatty Si said truthfully, "The arms dealer business has always been quite dangerous. This time, the owner of that family is a picky and bloodthirsty guy. Because of some problems with the goods, he seems to be planning to kill me to vent his anger."

"But none of this can stop my love for the arms industry. My dream is that one day, every family and every child will have a gun I sell. Everything else is empty; only guns will always be loyal to their owners..."

What a touching inner monologue. If you replaced the gun with a toy, I would actually believe it.

He was indeed an arms dealer with a dark heart. It was the first time that Qin Luo had seen someone who could describe the story of being hunted down for selling fake goods to others in such a refreshing and refined way.

"So you're just using a bunch of rusty junk to trick people?" Fatty Si naturally understood what Qin Luo said. His answer was this.

"Can it be called cheating if you exchange money for goods?" Fatty Si's voice became smaller and smaller.

Just for this sentence, Qin Luo smiled and said: "Okay, you passed."

Then the empty wine glass in Qin Luo's hand was thrown off the balcony, as if he was accepting this fate on behalf of someone else.

"Let's talk about the armed prosthetic limbs. Don't worry about that family. Someone will help you solve it."

Qin Luo had a sudden idea to find his boss, Fatty. If they hadn't met again, Qin Luo would not have thought of recruiting Fatty even if he thought Fatty was quite interesting. Surprisingly, Fatty Si was quite popular in Calgary.

Chapter 632: Blocked at the Entrance

Fatty Si was still a little skeptical about Qin Luo's promise. Although he knew that the mysterious man in front of him had strange abilities, the family that was hunting him down was no ordinary family in Calgary.

Despite his doubts, Fatty Si still wrote a letter requesting reconciliation as requested and gave it to Qin Luo along with some information about the family.

Fatty Si will not forget that he is still in Qin Luo's hands. If he makes this gentleman unhappy, he will die.

Duoyouya acted quickly. That night, with Qin Luo's instructions, she sneaked into the family that was hunting down Fatty Si, and placed Fatty Si's letter and a bullet next to the sleeping family leader's head.

It is said that courtesy comes before force. This time, Qin Luo simply sent all the bullets and peace over.

Either choose peace or let me solve the problem. It's your choice. This settlement letter basically means this.

What else could the family leader do after receiving this? Of course, he chose to forgive him. Don't talk nonsense, their family has a good relationship with Fatty Si.

The next day at noon, Fatty Si, feeling like an ant on a hot pan, received a reply from the family. The family's second-in-command personally led people to the address on the letter to apologize, saying things like, "It was all a misunderstanding," "Someone was trying to sow discord," and "I'm very satisfied with the goods."

That scene made Fatty Si wonder if he had delivered the wrong cargo to 917. As for the group of people who died yesterday, there was no mention of them at all.

At this point, if Fatty Si still didn't know that Qin Luo's arrangement had worked, then he shouldn't have mixed up in the arms industry. With this kind of IQ, he'd basically say goodbye to business, and even selling vegetables would be a loss.

Fatty Si was eager to go to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel to show his loyalty to Qin Luo, but he was a step too late.

The waiter on the top floor told him that Qin Luo and his three companions had gone out for fun an hour ago. Fatty Si was not annoyed. Yesterday, Qin Luo asked him about the "armed prosthesis", which showed that the mysterious new boss was very interested in it.

Fatty Si already had a textbook plan in mind on how to effectively please the people above him.

Fatty Si decided to prepare enough things to show his value to Qin Luo before Qin Luo came back.

Fatty Si's experience as an arms dealer for more than ten years, as well as the connections and relationships he had built up in Calgary, were fully demonstrated in this afternoon.

Fatty Si had sensed the danger behind the "armed prosthesis" before, so although he was tempted, he never dared to be greedy in this regard, and did not even dare to ask for more information.

Just like the Devil Fruit, merchants all over the world know that this thing can make a lot of money. But in the hands of merchants like them who have little power and strength, the Devil Fruit is not wealth at all, but a time bomb.

An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure, and the same is true for the rumored "armed prosthetic limb" that is similar to a devil fruit.

But it’s different now. Fatty Si feels that he has someone behind him, so he stands up straighter and becomes bolder.

Every circle has its own secrets. Some information that is completely inaccessible to outsiders like Tayuya and Corazon is just some core undisclosed secrets in the circle of arms dealers.

Therefore, when Qin Luo and the other three came back in the evening, Fatty Si not only collected a lot of information related to "armed prosthetic limbs", but also got two invitations.

According to Fatty Si, the two invitations were sent by one of the most powerful families in Calgary. Most importantly, this family is suspected of possessing "armed prosthetic limbs."

The Dinasur family, the sponsor of the invitation, will hold a dinner party two nights later. Each owner of the invitation can bring a partner to attend. Qin Luo and Olivia, who is dressed in men's clothing, each have one.

Fatty Si can be said to be quite thoughtful.

Since he was here for a trip, how could Qin Luo miss such an interesting banquet?

Qin Luo's arrival in Calgary was like throwing a small stone into the turbulent sea, without causing any ripples.

On the night of the banquet, Qin Luo, dressed in a tuxedo, accompanied by the heroic Olivia and the gorgeously dressed Taotu, appeared at the door of the Dynasul family.

The driver was Fatty Si, which surprised many people. The news that Fatty Si was working as a dog for Qin Luo had not spread. This was the first time that Fatty Si appeared in front of a group of arms dealers as a driver.

The greediest pig in Calgary has also found its owner. Those who are familiar with Fatty Si can't help but feel curious about the identities of Qin Luo and others.

Every time Qin Luo mentioned the banquet, he would encounter an embarrassing situation. He hadn't escaped in the West Sea and South Sea, and this time in the North Sea was the same. He was once again outshined by Olivia in men's clothing.

Olivia, wearing a casual dress and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looked like a nobleman. Qin Luo was like a younger brother in front of him.

But this shouldn't be the reason why Qin Luo was stopped.

"Sir, please ask your butler to wait outside." After confirming the two invitations, the guard at the banquet entrance stopped Qin Luo alone.

"Haha." The three women laughed heartlessly. The more they did so, the gloomier Qin Luo's face became, as if water seemed to be dripping out of it.

"You misunderstood. This is my friend, and the invitation inside is his." Olivia quickly explained before Qin Luo exploded.

"Since when can even bumpkins come to the banquet of the Dinasur family?" Olivia had just finished speaking when a mocking voice suddenly sounded from the side.

A playboy, holding his female companion, walked to the side of Qin Luo and the other three. Behind him, two middle-aged men nodded and agreed.

"It's just that the Dinasur family is too casual in sending out invitations now. Any country bumpkin can use some connections to get in."

"It's just..."

The dandy was very satisfied with the flattery and cooperation of the two. He looked at Qin Luo with contempt, and at the same time, his aggressive eyes were always cast towards Taotu and Tsunade.

The guard at the door was helpless. This dude was an acquaintance, and the family behind him was a die-hard supporter of the Dinasur family. I don't know why he had troubled Qin Luo and the other three today. Given this relationship, the guard was not in a position to stop this dude's behavior.

The guard gave Qin Luo and the others a look of pity and pretended not to see anything.

The guard's indifference emboldened the dude. He let go of the woman he was hugging with his right hand and reached directly towards Tsunade.

The dude wasn't very fast, but with his pig-like look on his face, everyone knew what he was going to do.

Something was about to happen. The guards nearby also felt their scalps tingling, and their hands couldn't help but touch the pistol at their waist.

Chapter 633: Active Explosion

What a bunch of idiots! The guard prepared for the worst. If a conflict broke out, he could only use a gun to intimidate and separate the two sides.

But if things really got to that point, it would be the reputation of the Dinasur family that would be lost. The blame for the poor performance of the work was already being placed on the guards.

The dandy's hand was halfway extended when Tsunade slapped it away, as casually as if she was shooing away a fly.

A light "click" sound attracted the attention of other guests who were about to enter the venue.

Before, Qin Luo and his group of four were stopped and had already been watched by many people. Now more people have joined in watching the show.

"Go and find the butler quickly." The captain of the guard at the door ordered. Things were about to get more and more serious, but he was powerless to stop it.

He couldn't stop that dandy guy. After all, he was born into a good family. He couldn't afford to offend him.

So, before the butler arrived, the guards at the door and the guests nearby all started watching the show.

The play is naturally a good one.

The whole story was soon known to the onlookers. Jealousy and hooliganism were indeed the kind of things this playboy could do.

In contrast, they felt a little sympathy for Qin Luo and the other three, who were unfamiliar faces. This dude wouldn't let it go so easily. Of course, sympathy was useless, and it didn't stop them from continuing to eat melons.

The dude, whose right hand was slapped away, fell to the ground immediately, crying, tears, and snot all coming out at once.

The female companion who was standing next to him was also dragged to the ground by the playboy. The playboy pounced on her and used her as a cushion, kicking and twisting her wildly.

The helpless movements, the tragic wails, and the distorted face made it seem as if his right hand had been chopped off at the root, or at least suffered a comminuted fracture.

The two lackeys behind the dude were so frightened by their master's appearance that they hurried over to help him up, while the other one was already shouting for a doctor.

As a result, when they saw the dude's right hand, their faces suddenly turned pale and blue, and they blinked as if asking their master what was going on.

The dandy's hand was intact, not to mention the bones, even the skin didn't show any redness from being hit, it looked healthy, but the dandy acted as if nothing had happened.

The two lackeys looked at each other, thinking that they should not have shown their loyalty earlier. Now that they had exposed the dude's farce, they didn't know what to do.

Who am I? What do I want to do? Am I stupid? The two lackeys were caught up in three philosophical questions.

They had misunderstood the playboy; he was truly in pain. Tsunade was so easy to take advantage of. Not to mention her strength, just her medical skills alone, she had a hundred ways to make the playboy's arrangements clear.

Tsunade's hands were attached with medical chakra. The moment she touched the dandy, the chakra turned into countless fine needles and pierced directly into him, while also opening up the sensitivity of the dandy's hands.

So at this time, the dandy was really enduring super-doubled acupuncture pain. Except for the fact that there were no wounds, the pain was no different from having his right hand pierced back and forth by thousands of fine needles.

This pain would only disappear when the chakra in the dude's right hand was exhausted, and the evidence would be gone. Even the most skilled doctor would not be able to find anything unusual.

No one knew who started it, but the onlookers all burst into laughter. Could this really be the heir to a powerful family? This miserable, dead-dog look was all just acting.

The sneers from the onlookers once again irritated the dude's fragile nerves.

"Shoot, kill them. Whoever laughs again will be killed." When the pain eased a little, the playboy pointed at Qin Luo and the other three with his left hand, tears and snot streaming.

Crazy, ugly.

However, most people still fell for it, and because they were affected by the madman, the onlookers stopped laughing.

The two lackeys obeyed the order and took out two pistols from their arms and pointed them at Qin Luo and the other three. The second before pulling the trigger, they backed down.

The two middle-aged men finally remembered that they were causing trouble at the door of the Dinasur family banquet. If they dared to fire this shot, it would not only be Qin Luo and the other three who would die. The guards around them who were watching eagerly explained everything.

"Get out." The dandy, who was in a crazy state, didn't think so much. He suddenly snatched the guns from the two men's hands and pointed them at Tsunade and Olivia.

"You are asking for death." The dude grinned and pulled the trigger frantically.

Qin Luo immediately took a step in front of the three women.

There are two pistols, each with seven bullets. At close range, without aiming, it only takes two or three seconds to fire at full speed.

The scene was unusually calm. There were no screams or wails, and even no bloodstains were to be found.

The dandy stared at Qin Luo in amazement with his mouth wide open.

"Ding ding dang dang", after Qin Luo loosened his right hands, bullets the size of peanuts slipped from the gaps between Qin Luo's hands, seven on each side, without a single one missing.

Staring at the dandy with cold eyes, Qin Luo took two steps to him, intending to teach him a memorable lesson.

The dude couldn't believe it and kept pulling the triggers of both pistols, but since the bullets were all used up, it was useless even if he pulled the triggers repeatedly.

Qin Luo grabbed the two pistols and pulled them. The powerful force not only snatched the pistols away, but also caused the two fingers of the playboy who were holding the trigger to be sprained and fractured to varying degrees.