When the sailor saw Link, he knew that he was a big shot who could chat and laugh with Captain Parker. He thought he had found a backer and quickly complained to Link: "Sir Link, you have also seen that they just beat me in front of everyone."

"You thief dog, you obviously don't let us come out to breathe, so we can't even stand up straight, and we still eat moldy bread." As he said that, he took a black and yellow moldy bread from his companion behind him and threw it on the deck.

The sailor's expression changed: "Then you can't rush to the deck directly. If you have any problems, I will naturally consider it as appropriate."

"We are Vigia's mercenaries, not your war slaves. If we didn't have weapons, I would chop you up with an axe." The strong man said harshly, so he naturally did not dare to kill people. It was a taboo to use swords and internal fighting on the ship, not to mention that their number was not superior.

"The Vigian mercenaries recruited by Duke Louis, and their food expenses should have been deducted by the sailor." Kenneth came to Link's ear and explained to him after inquiring.

"What is Captain Parker's attitude?"

"The captain said he had a cold and asked you to handle it with all your power."

Kenneth said and added: "The sailor looks a bit of background, and the captain doesn't want to care about this."

‘So, do you call me an outsider to deal with it? This Virgian mercenary leader is not something that can convince people with reason at first glance.’ Link thought.

"My name is Link, and I am the new security manager of Miluo Island. As the hired mercenaries of Miluo Island, you are also my subordinates. What is your name, big man?"

Link said to the strong mercenary leader.

"Varai." The mercenary leader named Varai replied coldly, not agreeing with Link's statement. Vigya is located under the snow-capped mountains in the north of the continent covered with ice and snow all year round. The people are brave and advocate strength as respect. How can he recognize a nominal leader?

"So Varé, how do you end this dispute?"

"Let him eat the bread on the ground! Apologize to us again." Varre stared at the sailor's long and pointed to the moldy bread on the deck and said fiercely.

"Sir! It's too much! This guy is too much!" The sailor shouted at Link.

"Then I'm not going to talk about it?" Link waved at the sailor.

"In this way, I will give you a chance, fight with me, if you win, I will let him eat that piece of bread and apologize to you. If you lose to me, you will be honest in restraining your subordinates, but I will solve the food and ventilation problems. How about it?"

"Sir? This..." The bitter-faced sailor was ignored again.

Varre thought about this condition, no matter how you win or lose, you will take advantage of it, so he agreed.

The onlookers who watched the fun were not serious and quickly cleared out a area, leaving only Vale and Link in it.

"Ha, someone dares to compete with the boss."

Although he has a good impression of this Vigya man named Vale, Link's men are still not optimistic about him.

"I'm going to start," Varre said to Link.

Link waved to him and signaled to take action quickly.

Amid the cheers of Vigia and the crowd, Varre rushed towards Link with a rapid speed that did not match his figure. The onlookers even felt that the speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.

Link faced Vale and waited for his charge in a half-squat stance.

The short distance arrived in an instant, and Vale hit Link in the left face with a right hook, not a slap in the face, but he obviously had no consciousness.

The unexpected impact of the right fist did not come. Before Vale could be surprised, he felt that his right wrist was locked firmly by a huge force. In the exclamation of the bystanders, his whole body was thrown into the air.

Vigia and others looked at their leader dumbly, and Varé, who had always been invincible, was actually thrown over his shoulder.

Varre was still a little confused when he landed on the ground. Although he fell heavily, his good physical fitness made him feel a little muscle ache.

The angry Varre couldn't remember how he was fallen. He did not admit defeat and quickly got up and stared at Link, then calmed down and walked slowly towards him.

This time, he thought.

The two got closer and closer, but Link still stood still, with a certain sense of adapting to changes.

The distance was exactly as far as a punch. According to Vale's usual habit, he would definitely give the enemy a punch at this time, but this time he hesitated.

"What are you waiting for?" Link looked at Vale in front of him and stood close to him but did not take action. Is this the Tai Chi cutting posture in the park?

So a whip leg swept towards Varre's chest.

Now Varre saw clearly, crossing his hands to resist Link's whip legs. The impact was unexpectedly great, and it actually made him take three or four steps in a row. This was the whip legs on the spot, without any speed bonus.

Everyone in the venue exclaimed.

Before he could relax his arms, Varrey saw Link rushing over and punching him in front of him, quickly raised his hand to resist, and then punched him again, at the same position and with the same force.

Varre was tired of dealing with Link's seemingly simple punch. The punching moves were simple and not fancy, but the power was surprisingly large. If he resisted two punches at the same position, his arms were sore that they were almost paralyzed.

‘If this continues, you will definitely lose.’

Varre was ruthless, gave up resisting, and forced himself to take Link's punch, bullied him in front of him and wanted to hug Link and threw him to the ground. This was his familiar wrestling skills, which were tried and tested.

However, unexpectedly, the other party was holding Link to the situation.

‘How could it be that great strength?’

Varre looked at the angrily veins on Link's neck nearby, thinking that it was over.

With a "boom", in the stunned viewers, Link, 1.8 meters tall, threw Vale, who was a circle bigger than him, on the deck.

"Oh, the boss is still handsome!"

Tony took the lead in flattering.

The onlookers knew that Link had a record of 6 consecutive victories in the arena, and finally saw him in person today. Virgia's people looked shocked. Their familiar leader was knocked down several times by such a powerless fight. It was hard to imagine what kind of monster the man named Link was on the opposite side.

The happiest thing is that the sailors are long.

"Mr. Link, you are really worthy of your reputation."

"How is it, are you convinced?" Link said to Varre who was struggling to get up.

Varrey, who blushed, exhaled: "You are better than me if you admit to the gambling."

After saying that, he was about to lead his men to turn around and leave the deck.

"Slow down, will you go on?"

Varre looked at Link, a little confused and confused about what he was going to do.

"Jon, go feed the sailor elder bread."

Link lowered his head and picked up the black and yellow moldy bread and threw it to the "honest man" who was watching the show next to him.

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The sailor's long hands were firmly locked by Tony beside him. The lawless Tony also threatened him with a humble and humble saying: "Eat quickly, or you'll beat you up!"

‘Honest Man’ Jon pinched the sailor’s long mouth with one hand and stuffed the bread with the other.
Chapter completed!