Chapter 817

Due to its geographical location, even if the sky curtain appears, the economic status of the Sabaody Archipelago to the Grand Line cannot be changed, and it still maintains a thriving trend.

Recently, the frequency of Celestial Dragons coming here for shopping has decreased significantly. People living here can roughly guess why, because the Gods are afraid. It turns out that they will also be afraid one day.

Although the celestial phenomena above have stopped changing, the sacred cloak of the Celestial Dragons has been completely stripped off through this major event. They are not real gods and will die if they encounter stronger violence.

Im is already well known. People living in the Sabaody Archipelago refer to him as a black tentacle monster. Discussions about him have never stopped. Even if the World Government has violent agencies such as the Navy, it cannot stop the public from talking.

Island No. 70 of the Sabaody Archipelago is a relatively peaceful area. Tourists and pirates will stay here to rest. If outsiders cause trouble, the island manager will send thugs to clean up the scene. The protection fee paid by the hotel every month is not paid in vain.

"Does this hotel need to change its signboard?"

A white-haired aboriginal stopped in front of the hotel and saw the words on the sign of the pawnshop No. 8. With the cooperation of two strong men, the old sign of the original hotel was being replaced.

"The store I just bought really cost me a lot of money. Every building in the Chabady Archipelago is really worth every inch of land."

Some skinny young people suddenly appeared beside the old man, full of approachable atmosphere and no aggression at all.

The old man carefully looked at the new neighbor. The other party did not have the temperament of aristocrats or nouveau riche, and he also had a common face. Throwing him into the crowd, he had no characteristics at all. He was the most common type of person.

"Bruce Lee, this is my business card. We will all be neighbors in the future. Please take good care of my business." The young man handed over a black business card and a thousand Baileys bill.

A stranger who just met you by chance will not help you for no reason, but for the sake of money, the old man accepted the business card from Bailey and might promote the No. 8 Pawnshop in his tavern.

The old man had achieved his purpose of coming here. After meeting the new boss, he had no reason to stay here. After waving goodbye to the young man, he walked back to his residence.

Suddenly thinking of an important thing, the old man was so busy with money that he forgot to ask the new neighbor's shop what the specific business was. Pawnshop was a new word for the natives.

In the sun, he looked at the black business card in his hand. There was the No. 8 Pawnshop logo and the owner's name Bruce Lee on it.

There was also a line of small words below the name, which was an introduction to the No. 8 Pawnshop. The content was: customers can meet any needs, and they must pay the same price.

"It's so impressive, it's probably the same function as the trade fair on the island. Who would sell treasure to a small shop? The owner looks so poor that he probably can't give much valuation." The old man thought that his new neighbor's shop would not last long. The business card in his hand fell from his hand and the paper was thrown on the street.

The inconspicuous black card, under the breeze, will eventually reach the hands of those who need it. The newly established No. 8 pawnshop will never lack customers.

After a busy day, Bruce Lee temporarily closed the business after adding wooden boards to the first-floor door. He went up to the attic alone and returned to his previous identity as a man.

Without being noticed by outsiders, the man had an extra voice in his heart: [Boss, is it really okay for you to go down like this in person? Do you feel bored hiding behind the scenes and can't stand the loneliness? 】

"All of them. For a fun-loving person like me, finding more fun can make me happy. There are not enough new characters and they can no longer satisfy me."

As the mastermind behind everything, Bruce Lee finally appeared after a four-hundred-chapter absence, but this time there is more to do.

Being a fisherman all the time is too boring. Bruce Lee has lost interest in fishing. He is full of infinite reverie about fishermen. He bought this small shop and decided to live in the Sabaody Archipelago for a while.

[The more and more characters you appear in the big events, the more diverse they are. The usual card draws can no longer meet your needs. Then continue to search the card pool and pay attention to your stock on duty.]

Searching the card pool is a troublesome and point-consuming thing, but as long as you can get things done, it is better than having your lies exposed. Bruce Lee needs this gorgeous drama to continue, so he needs to draw a few more important supporting roles.

Bruce Lee needs a bad woman, and a card pool that can be searched in a targeted manner can meet his requirements. After a large number of people are poured into the card pool, a strange hotel in the Sabaody Archipelago suddenly blooms.A red light was emitted.

In the dazzling red light, a beautiful and capable figure walked out from inside, with long red hair, a white shirt and black trousers. She was the bad woman that Bruce Lee had been thinking about. Under her beautiful skin, there was a terrifying devil.

"There is still a chance of resurrection. I never thought that one day, there would be a living being that could control me. It's interesting." Machima showed a gentle smile on her face. As strange memories poured in, the woman understood what she had to do.

The black hand hiding behind the sky made Machima play a new identity, the exorcist marshal of the East China Sea branch of the Black Cult, although this church organization was still an empty shell.

However, letting a demon be the exorcist marshal, the black hand behind the scenes was really a bad taste. Machima could do what she wanted to do. As long as she completed the task assigned by the person behind the scenes, the other party didn't care what means she used to complete it.

She didn't care what tricks Machima was doing behind her back. Facing this new world full of special powers, the bad woman accepted the challenge. If she could live out her second life, she must live out her own life. She must not be as stupid as in the last life, where her whole body was eaten as food.

Machima pushed the door open and walked out. The staff outside the hotel didn't know the woman, but they were familiar with her face, as if they had seen her somewhere before.

"Miss, why are you in this room? How did you get in?"

Faced with questions from outsiders, Machima was not flustered: "I am a guest here. You may have forgotten. I will pay you the bill next time."

The store owner stared at the woman's golden circle eyes. He quickly acquiesced to this matter. The memory that appeared out of thin air in his mind created a false reality and became evidence of Machima's stay in the hotel.

"Welcome to visit next time"

The store owner watched the woman leave and witnessed her figure disappear in the dark night. The other party walked for a long time before thinking of the woman's name.

It turned out that the guest had appeared on the sky curtain. It seemed to be related to the Black Cult. He was a great man.