Chapter 337

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"Hey, have you heard? A foreign arms dealer has opened a shop on the island. Furthermore, there's a grand opening sale – half price today, 40% off tomorrow, and 30% off the day after until it goes back to the original price!"

"Damn, who is this wild person that dares to publicly sell arms in such a place? Aren't they afraid of getting robbed?"

"They must be confident, who knows."

"The most powerful pirate crews on the island have sent people to check it out. Are you going?"

"Of course! If a fight breaks out, we might even get a chance to scoop up some goods."

"Hehe, buying for free, I like that~"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go watch the excitement."

...

The west street, once occupied by Ivan and his crew, now belongs entirely to Abel.

He connected several shops, did some simple renovations, and just like that, a weapon shop was born.

Personnel from his family took up roles as sales clerks, while Kid and Killer, in a change of clothes, transformed into doormen.

The new shop's opening attracted a large crowd of onlookers, including many familiar faces they could name.

Every time they saw the surprise and astonishment in the eyes of the onlookers, both Kid and Killer felt an unbearable urge to hide.

Unfortunately, Abel didn't give them that chance.

"Perk up! It's our shop's opening day, and you wouldn't want to be punished to do a thousand frog jumps in public, would you?"

Kid and Killer instantly stiffened, standing tall and straight without a side glance.

Clearly, doing a thousand frog jumps in public was far more mortifying than just standing there.

Especially since they spotted Druyanika in the crowd.

"I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me."

Perhaps it was the effect of Kid and Killer's prayers, but Druyanika truly disappeared from the crowd.

Both breathed a sigh of relief and saw the look of gratitude on each other's faces.

Meanwhile, the first adventurous customers who decided to take a look in the shop came out looking thrilled with their purchases.

Although many powerhouses prefer cold weapons, for most pirates, guns are more useful.

They are the perfect companions for low-level pirates.

Now, with only half the market price, they could acquire the latest firearms. It was a steal, a complete bargain!

Armed with quality weapons, they were ready to eliminate their rivals, reclaim more money and territory, and then purchase more arms, increase their manpower, and continue the perfect cycle.

Of course, if they get eliminated by someone else along the way, they were simply helping complete someone else's cycle.

Equally important!

Okay, that was all nonsense.

The reason Abel was selling arms at such low prices was simple: first, to make a name and let everyone know they could buy all kinds of weapons from him.

Second, to stir up greater conflict.

How many could die in a fight with just sticks and machetes?

Now give them all pistols and watch!

And guns, once your opponent or enemy buys one, you must buy one too, or else prepare to take a beating!

And just having a gun isn't enough, what about when you run out of ammo?

If you don't buy more, it's no better than a stick for kindling.

So the money lost now will be earned back many times over.

Anyone with a little cash wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Of course, there was bound to be plenty of incidents today.

This tempting piece of fat was shining in front of everyone, who wouldn't be envious and wanting to take a big bite?

Several guys who had just bought guns in the shop, as if they had arranged it in advance, immediately turned their guns toward the clerks, "Nobody move, this is a robbery!"

Well, that's really self-sufficient.

Buying guns in someone else's store, and then robbing the store.

The peripheral family members being held at gunpoint did not show any fear on their faces; instead, they looked at them with pity.

What a lousy idea to attempt a robbery right in front of Lord Abel.

That's practically a death wish.

"Damn, what kind of look is that? Don't believe I'd blow your head off with one shot!"

Bang!

"Damn, who fired the shot? Didn't I say before, no shooting without my order!"

"Boss, it wasn't us. It was over there."

Abel's raised pistol still had wisps of blue smoke drifting from it.

"You've got some nerve, trying to rob my things."

"What nonsense, you're robbing becau—"

Huh? Why can't I speak anymore?

Why does this body in front of me look so familiar?

Oh, it's actually me.

Abel flicked off the bloodstains on his blade "Onimaru" and sheathed the sword.

The next moment, all of their heads rolled to the ground.

That was incredibly cool!

But coolness lasted only for a moment; Baby-5 sighed, "Ah! Abel, can't you find another way to finish them off? The floor has just been cleaned, and now it needs cleaning again."

Abel, looking at the blood on the ground, scratched his nose awkwardly, "Alright, alright, I'll be more careful next time."

"Kid! Killer! Stop standing around outside like fools, come in and help."

Soon, bodies were being dragged out, and several people's complexions changed.

It was clear that there were more than one or two people planning trouble inside.

After cleaning up, the guns sold were also taken back into stock.

The weapon shop continued to do business as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, a disturbance arose among the crowd, and they parted to make way for a group.

"It's the Triple-Barrel Pirate Crew; this is going to be good!"

"Before this, all the arms trade on the island had been monopolized by them. Not to mention the prices are several times the market rate; the quality is also atrociously bad, which has led many people to prefer using sticks instead of buying guns from them."

"Right? It's starting, it's starting!"

...

"Kid, you're selling arms in your weapon shop here, but did you give any notice to our Triple-Barrel Pirate Crew?"

A man with a hooked nose wearing a pirate hat said ominously to Abel.

"I've never liked saying hello to the dead."

Abel flashed a smile at him, then spun the man's head 720 degrees with a slap.

"Boss?!"

All of his men were shocked.

Their captain, a 'great pirate' with a bounty of 30 million, just got slapped to death?

No one expected that the weapon shop owner would be the first to initiate a fight without warning.

Before they could react, Abel charged into the crowd and began a one-sided slaughter.

To avoid getting blood everywhere again, Abel chose to use hand-to-hand combat.

Then, the onlookers witnessed scenes like 'exploding watermelons,' 'flipping your skull open,' 'let me see your heart,' et cetera, which were quite 'healing' to watch.