Simon also understood a little about the nature of the Chambord archipelago's slave-catching team. Some of them were pirates who wanted to catch a ticket, some were professional slave-catching teams who worked for auctions, and some were amateur slave-catching teams who would catch Received slaves are sold at auctions for high prices.

No matter which one it is, as long as Simon sees it, he will not stay, thus making the slave catcher team on the island somewhat restrained.

Simon's attack on the slave team was not just unaccustomed to doing such a behavior, but the purpose was to slap the faces of those behind the scenes, so as to involve one relationship after another.

And Simon's arrogant behavior has also achieved its purpose, and those behind the scenes of the auction have noticed Simon's early bird.

It's just that the biggest boss in District 1 hasn't made any moves, and the little bosses who follow the soup are also watching the changes.

The big boss who controls the biggest auction is Duflamingo.

Duflamingo, who was far away on a holiday island, listened to his subordinate's report with a cold expression.

"Mr. Duflamingo, because of Snod Simon's interference, the profit of the auction has dropped by 30% compared to the previous period."

"Furfur..." A very unhappy expression appeared on Duflamingo's face, not because of declining interests, but because of the name Snod Simon.

On the other side of the phone worm, seeing that Duflamingo was not abnormal, just kept laughing in a low voice, Disco was silent for a while, his fists clenched slightly, and trembled: "This is not a funny thing, Duflaming. Do you want to leave it alone, Mr. Gao? This is your shop."

"Furfur... You don't have to say that this is my store, but it's just a human trafficking business, do you think I'll care?" Duflaming said lightly: "If you have the ability, just figure it out yourself, no If you can, then don't take the initiative to provoke him."

Throwing down an inexplicable sentence, Duflamingo simply hung up the phone bug.

"Fufu, it seems that you are still alive and well, Chambord Archipelago? It seems that the Warring States period put you in a good position, and those people in the New World didn't notice your existence..."

Duflamingo picked up the glass full of orange juice, and poured it into his mouth together with the ice cubes in the glass.

Crushing the ice cubes, Duflaming laughed loudly with the sound of gurgling: "Forget it, it doesn't matter, the times are changing gradually, let me see, in this change, you can turn What a storm."

"I'm looking forward to it, Furu..."

On the other side of the phone bug, Duflamingo's disco looked gloomily at the phone bug with his eyes closed. This was the first time he saw that the boss didn't fight because of interests. How did the disco, who has been in charge of the auction for a long time, notice it? However, Duflamingo's enthusiasm for the business of human trafficking has dropped a lot, and he is less and less interested.

"Damn, human trafficking is such a lucrative business, why did Mr. Duflamingo lose interest? How much is the 30% profit? Don't you understand?"

The disco, dressed in fancy clothes, scratched his head with his hands, and looked sullen and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Since Mr. Duflamingo doesn't want to do it, then I will solve this trouble and take out 5% of the benefits of each issue. I don't believe that you can survive under the influence of money..."

The man smiled grimly.

"Snold Simon... You will pay the price!"

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The navy stationed in the Chambord Islands had vaguely told Simon to keep a low profile, but Simon simply ignored it and continued to attack the slave hunters.

And those little bosses who suffered saw that Duflamingo did not move at all, and there was anxiety in the doubts. The strength of the slave-catching team that they had raised was not very good. The slaves caught by the slave-catching team are all stuffed into the biggest auction, and there is no such thing as these small bosses.

I used to be able to drink soup, but now I can't even drink a mouthful of soup. How can these small bosses be willing? If they continue to grind on, they will lose the most, and if Duflamingo doesn't make a shot, then they will not have the capital to grind on.

Not wanting to let Simon do whatever he wants, these little bosses gathered together to discuss countermeasures against Simon. At this time, Simon didn't know that because of his behavior, someone was already secretly planning him.

.....

Although there are pirates running rampant in the Unlawful Zone, there are also regular business areas and some daily necessary shops. The 79 trees in the Chambord Islands are inhabited by ordinary people, including 30 trees in the Unlawful Zone.

Because this area is full of pirates and bounty hunters, there are many daily things, and it is common for residents to be afraid of fear, but the slave team will not take action against the local residents, so for a long time It's okay to live in peace, after all, a place needs a formal assembly line.

Simon has not been to the Unlawful Zone since he came to the Chambord Islands, but this does not prevent Simon from knowing some relevant information about the Unlawful Zone. Although the navy stationed there is not interested in Simon, at the signal of Karp and Sengoku, some Convenience still has to be open to Simon.

For example... some pirate profiles logged into the Shambert Islands, and information.

At the same time, while obtaining these conveniences, Simon also learned more about the dark side of the government.

Simon, who didn't know much about the Navy and the government, has gradually come into contact with the dark side of the government.

Suddenly, Simon remembered what Serak had said on the Sear.

The navy is not as beautiful as you think... Even if it is bright, there is a dark side.

At that time, Simon didn't know much about it, but now, a shadow has crept up.

It's just that Simon can't refute Serak's words now, but he won't fully agree.

Simon thought of Karp, the Warring States period, and Kebi. Even if there is darkness, the light can only be hidden behind the light.

"Hey, did you make a mistake?"

On the street where people come and go, the pirates on the street looked at a man wearing a navy costume in surprise.

"When will the navy dare to swagger alone to the untouchable zone!"

Looking at the navy with a calm face, as if walking on an ordinary street, a pirate beside him opened his mouth and looked quite shocked.

"Too arrogant!"

A pirate subconsciously took out the knife and was eager to try, and the companion beside him quickly suppressed the pirate's hand.

"Are you going to die?" Pressing down his companion's knife, the pirate's forehead was covered in cold sweat, looking at the black giant sword behind the navy in horror, and tremblingly said: "If I'm not mistaken, that giant sword The sword is Snowd Simon's weapon, so that's right, this person is him."

The pirate who took out the knife suddenly changed his face when he heard the words~lightnovelpub.net~ quickly hid the knife, and for a while, the pirates who recognized this navy quietly put away the weapons they found out. stand up.

The shadow of the tree, the name of the person, and Simon's reputation have already resounded in this unlawful zone. Ordinary pirates dare not shoot at Simon at all. First off, that's a big problem.

"Hey, it's really annoying..."

Compared with these pirates, some pirates with good strength make no secret of their dissatisfaction.

Under the watchful eyes of these pirates, Simon walked to a restaurant with a good size.

"If the information is correct, it should be here."

Ignoring the gazes around him, Simon looked up at the sign on the bar door and whispered to himself.

"Godfather, it's not good!"

In the restaurant, a man in black ran to a table with a panicked face.

Becky frowned, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth, looking coldly at the men who disturbed her meal, waiting for an explanation.

This subordinate realized in vain that the godfather didn't like being influenced by bad external factors during his meal, but he was dripping with cold sweat and speechless.

The cadre standing next to Becky saw this and said, "Why are you so panic?"

The subordinate glanced at the cadre gratefully, then suppressed the panic in his heart, and said in a trembling voice, "Snood Simon is at the door, probably for the godfather!"

"Is it Snod Simon? I heard a lot of wind."

Becky frowned slightly, and skillfully used a knife and fork to separate a small piece of steak, and threw it into his mouth to chew.

"However, so what?"

Swallowing the steak, Becky said coldly.