While observing the environment, Klein wiped his face with his hand, and quietly turned into a guard on the first floor.

As for the difference in attire, he made up for it with his ability to create hallucinations.

Getting ready, he walked towards the room of "White Shark" Hamilton in his spiritual intuition.

He was the first to pass by the place where the cards were played, without attracting anyone's attention.

When he came to the guards guarding the passage, he stopped consciously and said in a low voice, "There is something going on downstairs."

"The storm is here, what happened tonight?" a guard sighed.

"I hope those lovely people will not be harmed." Another guard said a little worried.

He was referring to the whores attached to the bar.

"They're fine." Klein jumped over the guards, came to the door of "White Shark", and raised his hand cautiously to knock.

"Who?" Hamilton asked warily.

"Boss, it's me, and something happened downstairs again!" Klein recalled the address information he got while watching the excitement, and said hoarsely on purpose.

"Damn!" Hamilton roared, "come in and explain what happened!"

Klein twisted the handle and walked in.

When he closed the door smoothly, he lifted the illusion, his facial muscles squirmed rapidly, and changed back to his previous identity - a new alcoholic with blond hair and blue eyes, and ordinary facial features.

"You..." Hamilton was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth wide, trying to shout.

At the same time, phantom fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and his already tall and fat body swelled up again.

Suddenly, his heart beat faster, and the intense fear from instinct strangled his throat.

At this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon who had been hungry for many days, and was looking back and forth between his own flesh and soul with cold and longing eyes.

In an instant, "White Shark" Hamilton fell into extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.

Klein walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and smiled politely: "Can we communicate calmly now?"

The feeling of being stared at by a terrifying monster suddenly disappeared, and Hamilton suddenly became relaxed, and his body shriveled up a lot like a punctured balloon.

He stopped calling for help recklessly, and asked with sweat on his forehead: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"A hunter." Klein replied casually, "I heard that you have connections with multiple pirate forces. I would like to know the corresponding situation."

"No, I didn't..." "White Shark" Hamilton subconsciously denied.

He immediately felt that kind of crazy hunger again, and felt that the eyes of the man opposite him seemed to be stained with a layer of dark red.

Klein considered the character design in his heart, and said with a gentle smile, "You have two choices.

"One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then, answer frankly."

Killing psychic? "White Shark" Hamilton had heard similar rumors, swallowed hard and said, "Why do you want to know these things?"

Klein smiled and said, "I'm a hunter, and what I'm chasing is the bounty."

Hamilton suddenly felt the indescribable madness in the other party's polite smile, and couldn't help but blurted out: "You, are you crazy? JrNovels.com