Yongen used Dive, turning into a ghost, quickly rushing towards the direction of the sound.

A few seconds later, Yongen came to a street with many pedestrians.

A thin, middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle was kneeling on the ground, pleading.

"Business has been bleak recently, and I really don't have any more money to pay protection fees."

Standing in front of him was a man wearing a gentleman's hat, a pair of black sunglasses hanging on his face, and a gray coat. He was about 1.7 meters tall and holding a long rifle in his hand.

Gangster-looking clothing.

He said loudly to the middle-aged man.

"This month's protection fee is one million beli, and you only paid 600,000 beri."

"It's not easy for me either. You have to be considerate of me. If I don't receive enough protection money, I will also be punished."

"But I..."

"You have only one choice to pay. If you don't pay..."

As the gangster man spoke, he looked at the store, which was only two stories high and had an extremely ordinary decoration.

The middle-aged man followed this man's gaze and saw his own store.

There was a look of despair in his eyes.

Yongen did not take action directly, but observed the expressions of other people on the street.

When the passers-by around saw what happened to the middle-aged man, they had some sympathy in their eyes, but when they looked at the person standing in front of the middle-aged man, they shook their heads helplessly.

Obviously, things like this happen all the time here, and this bald man should be collecting protection fees specifically.

"If you can't pay, and other pirates demolish your store, you won't have anything to say."

"In this case, the godfather should not care about my problem."

The gangster man grinned and said with a smile.

The other pirates he mentioned were obviously people assigned by them, and they would be dealt with in this way as long as they refused to deal with each other.

"Oh~ no, this is my property to support my family."

"Who can help me."

The middle-aged man had no choice but to say desperately.

When Yongen heard the gangster man talking about his godfather, a figure appeared in his mind.

He didn't intervene directly, but asked the passers-by next to him.

"Who is that person? The navy doesn't care if they charge protection fees like this."

"Brother, are you from outside?"

The passerby took one look at Yongen's appearance and said.

"Well, it's my first time here, so I don't know much about it."

Yongen said with a smile.

"That man's name is Buji, and he's from the Flame Tank gang that's responsible for managing this area."

"In addition, this is Area 15, where pirates and gangsters are, a no-go zone for carnival. The Navy will not care about this place."

The passerby pointed to the big tree above and explained in a low voice.

Yongen looked up, and sure enough, there was a number on the tree, which read 15.

"I see, but this person doesn't look very powerful. Why don't you resist?"

Yongen did not lower his voice deliberately, and this voice reached Buji's ears without any surprise.

"Huh? Boy, do you want to help him?"

Buji heard the sound and looked over, pointing the rifle at Yongen.

"Bless yourself."

The passer-by who was talking to Yongen just now, with a voice as loud as a mosquito's chirp, quietly backed away after speaking.

Many people's eyes also focused on Yong En, with sympathy in their eyes.

This man is 1.8 meters tall, wearing blue casual clothes, and looks extremely young.

How dare you say this? This is undoubtedly a provocation to the Flame Tank Gang.

"Is the godfather you just mentioned Capone "Gangster" Becky?"

Yongen didn't pay any attention to the rifle in Bucky's hand, but asked.

When Buji saw this young man, he immediately called out their godfather's name and rolled his eyes.

Judging from the young man's appearance, he didn't seem to be afraid at all of him pointing a gun at him, and he didn't seem to be that easy to provoke.

Adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, Buji said.

"Boy, it's none of your business what our godfather's name is."

"This is not your business, just get out of the way if you are sensible."

"You just need to answer my questions. It's up to me whether I should take care of this matter or not."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yongen's figure moved, and he came to Buji in an instant and said coldly.

Buji looked at Yongen who suddenly appeared in front of him, and reflexively wanted to pull the trigger.

Seeing this, Yong En took a step ahead of him, made a fist with his right hand, and punched Buji directly in the abdomen.

"Well!"

Feeling severe pain in his abdomen, Buji covered his right hand and let go. The rifle fell to the ground with a click.

Buji's knees softened and he knelt down with a plop.

"Ahem!"

Buji coughed violently and uncomfortably. When he coughed, some blood streaks came out of his mouth.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Yongen. His hunch was right, this young man was indeed no ordinary person.

Yongen looked down at Buji with a calm face and said.

"Tell me, is the godfather of the Flame Tank Gang, Capone "Gangster" Becky?"

"Our godfather is indeed Godfather Capone."

"No matter who you are, anyone who dares to go against our Flame Tank Gang will not end well."

Buji knew that the matter could not be avoided, so he laughed ferociously and said viciously.

Even though this young man's strength seems to be very high, he is no match for him. But Buji believes that if the godfather comes, he will definitely kill this man.

Because the godfather was completely different from this young man, there was no doubt that in their eyes, the godfather was no longer a person, but a walking monster.

When the passers-by around saw this young man, they immediately knocked Buji down and were shocked and speechless.

"get out!"

Yongen said calmly.

Buji saw that this young man did not want to kill him. He covered his abdomen which was in great pain. He didn't even care about the gun. He ran like a desperate man and screamed as he left.

"Boy, if you have the guts, don't run away!"

"Can."

Yongen said casually.

He could catch up and beat up Bucky, but there was no need.

The best choice is to let Buji or go back to report the news to Kapenbeki.

Passers-by around him did not dare to approach Yongen at all, for fear of being implicated later.

Only those who were rescued, the middle-aged man brought Yongen into his shop with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask who the benefactor is?"

Yongen said with a smile.

"Just call me Yongen."

"Then please forgive me for being rude and I'll call you Brother Yongen."

Based on the conversation, Yongen also learned that this man with Mediterranean hair was named Roosevelt and ran an accessories store.

The stand is filled with a variety of accessories and some more eccentric and unique accessories.

I also know why Roosevelt didn't go to other safer areas to sell these things.

The most fundamental reason is that this house was bought by Roosevelt and his wife together, and it was his very precious treasure.

Roosevelt said with a look of shame.

"Brother, I have nothing to thank you for helping me. If you like the jewelry in the store, you can pick some and take them away."

"And you'd better run away quickly. If you run away now, it should be too late."

"I was the one who caused this, so there's no reason to run away."

"And if I run away, Uncle Roosevelt, you will be in danger."

Yongen said with a serious face.
Chapter completed!