I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 60 The Age of Romance

  In the hearts of the citizens of Leeds, especially those in the Wood District, Mr. "Rogue" is the messenger of justice, the law enforcer in the dark, and the real hero in everyone's hearts.

   Little did they know, the poor "Grand Thief" just wanted to steal something at first.

  So, when the "smiling face" promoted the spirit of "Grand Thief" to Tu Fu, Tu Fu almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and he could only say a few words before rejecting their proposal.

  Watching "Smiley" and several club members leave, they left in a turbulent manner with a decisive attitude, as if preparing to die generously.

   "Look, that's why I don't like the club atmosphere, there's a lot less fights, these endless activities just make them gradually degenerate."

  The unscrupulous bartender Old Muller happened to be at the club at the moment, watching them leave with a very dissatisfied tone.

  Compared to the huge fight club now, he prefers the pure ring environment in the past, where any two people can easily get a fight.

  As long as you stand on the ring, there is only one purpose,

   Hit the opponent with your fist.

  After every fight, he would look at the right time to go up and offer a glass of wine to both sides, and listen to the loser trying to find an excuse for himself, but those days will never come back.

   "Mr. Muller." Sasha at the front desk comforted him, "We are just employees here and have no right to intervene in the management's affairs."

   "I know, I just feel sorry, why is it like this now."

  After drinking a glass of rum, Old Muller walked outside in a daze.

  Compared to the luxurious and comfortable senior ring in the center of the club, he prefers a boxing ring full of sweat, tobacco and alcohol, even if there is not even a formal ring.

  "Don't pay attention to his words. Mr. Muller is a veteran figure in the club very early. He always likes to talk about things in the past. He misses simple fighting, and even more misses the days when drinking a glass of beer can blow the whole day."

  Sasha at the front desk noticed Tu Fu's gaze, and added selfishly, "In fact, most of that beauty also exists in Mr. Mueller's fantasy."

   "Totally understood."

  Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders, "The sign of the end of an era is that it is beginning to be romanticized."

   "The end of an era is marked by the beginning of being romanticized...well said."

  Just like the Baia Kingdom, where industrialization is everywhere at the moment, even if it is constantly criticized, it will definitely be remembered by some poets and writers in their works in the future.

  They will extol the beauty of the steam (industrial) age, praising 'cars and horses are slow, letters are far away, and there is only enough to love one person in a lifetime'.

   Touted the inconvenient but ceremonial horse-drawn train.

  Praise the sweat of the workers in the factory for their hard work every day.

  Nostalgic metal mania sweeps the city, full of steel behemoths and factories with thick black smoke from their chimneys.

  The people are thriving, and the bright future of the country is on the paper.

  But as everyone knows, only those who live in this era know.

  Every day they ride the horse-drawn train that shakes their **** off, and they are also choked by the black smoke that evaporates the blood and sweat of countless workers on the roadside.

   Even Ms. "Fox" rarely praised, "You really should be a poet instead of an adventurer."

   "An adventurer who doesn't want to be a poet is not a good boxer." Tu Fu smiled with his lips together, and then looked at Ms. Fox and asked, "Do you know who the police officer Mr. Smiley is going to arrest?"

   "Edward, a senior police officer in the Wood District, that guy has never been soft on thieves and homeless people. Few people in his jurisdiction dare to make trouble."

   Ms. "Fox" took another glass of wine, and said slowly: "And Edward once colluded with the rich businessman Morton, and received a lot of black money, everyone knows about it.

   But this is a common phenomenon of the Wood District Police Department from top to bottom, and no one can decide. Everyone has to play by the bureau's rules, and it's not easy in the Woodlands, and if you don't obey the rules you're out. "

"I see."

   Tu Fu, who has some knowledge of the Wood District, fully understands how difficult it is to work in that ghostly place.

   "They only know that the police officer is in the same boat as Morton, but they don't know that Edward has used all his illegal profits to donate to the work of building refugee camps in private over the years, helping many homeless children."

  This reminded Tu Fu of a saying, "If you can't change the environment, at least don't let the environment change you."

  Now he feels more and more that Uncle Ethan is a man of great wisdom and integrity. He has never participated in such things. He would rather be lazy and do nothing than get involved in things that he is not used to.

   "It sounds like today is going to be a bad day."

  Tufu was holding a glass with iced orange juice, a mist condensed on the outer layer, and the ripples in the glass rippling around.

   As long as those "teachers of justice" in the club put a bad label on those who don't like it, it becomes a matter of course that everyone can go forward to punch and kick.

  Even though they didn’t know each other, everyone cheered after punishing the bad guys.

   Anyway, the law will not punish everyone, as long as there are many people, it is the party of justice.

  Ordinary people vent their emotions, while extraordinary people digest the potion.

  Club These activities are pretty good.

  Tu Fu has been in this world for so long, although he is used to seeing unfair things, sometimes he always has a little hypocrisy and persistence in his heart, so naturally he will not become one of them.

   "It seems that you don't like the messy activities of the Fight Club." Ms. Fox tilted her head with great interest, and said with a smile: "Have you ever thought about trying to stop them?"

   "Ma'am, I'm just an ordinary Sequence 9, you might as well go to the police department when you encounter this kind of thing."

  Tu Fu spread his hands, he was powerless to do such a big thing, he secretly slandered in his heart, what Ms. "Fox" said to him was just to pull him into the chariot and stir up this muddy water together.

   Besides, they black swans, law-abiding organizations, and other extraordinary organizations maintain law and order. Whoever gets him a small Sequence 9 will carry out justice here.

   "Why don't we watch the fun together later and see what surprises Mister Smiley and his companions will bring.

  Ms. Fox's charming voice sounded.

  She pressed the long, extinguished cigarette into the ashtray on the table, and sent an invitation to Tufu.

   "Sounds good."

   Going to have fun with a lady of great temperament on a day of doing nothing is an offer you can't refuse.

   Then, under the surprised eyes of Ms. "Fox", Tu Fu ate up the last drop of orange juice and mousse cake in the cup, wishing he could take the cup with him, and got up and left contentedly.

  (end of this chapter)