The Pirate Who Refused Red-Hair's Invitation

"He looks a little thin, but he's got a decent face. We could get at least five thousand Beli for him."

"Huh, the kid has a sword? Is he a Swordsman? Wait... that sword looks familiar."

"Oh, please. Everything looks familiar to you. I haven't made a sale in ages. This kid's mine!"

"Hahaha! No way. I'm taking this kid, and none of you are getting in my way!"

Every voice around them reached Lin Mo's ears.

A burly, thick-bearded man even stepped directly into Lin Mo's path and grinned at him. "You're not getting away, kid. Give yourself up."

Lin Mo kept riding his Bubble Car without the slightest intention of stopping. Bang! He struck the man head-on, rolled over his face, and continued down the road.

"Huh?"

Everyone nearby froze.

The man screamed as the Bubble Car rolled over his face, then fell flat on his back.

He hadn't expected the kid to actually hit him.

Furious, he sprang up and shouted after Lin Mo, "You little bastard! You're finished! You ran over my handsome face. If I don't beat you half to death today, I'll take your name!"

"Oho, Dewey's serious now. This should be good."

"Go on! We won't fight you for the brat, so don't disappoint us."

"A badly injured kid won't fetch much, but at least we'll get a show. We're counting on you, Dewey! Take him down!"

The people who had wanted to compete with Dewey for Lin Mo turned into spectators, happily egging him on.

Buoyed by his friends' cheers, Dewey drew two daggers and spun them deftly around his hands. He glared at Lin Mo, who hadn't paid him any attention, then flung both weapons without a word. They whirled toward Lin Mo's back.

Lin Mo: "..."

*Would these people ever