Mark stood up, patted the sand off his hands, and calmly glanced at these guys who were obviously here with bad intentions.

"Market price?" He asked with a hint of undisguised sarcasm. "I've traveled across most of the Lily Kingdom, from Osborne Town to Dragon Slayer City, and I've never heard of a single chamber of commerce having the power to forcibly purchase items picked up from the beach."

"Even King Lily can only collect a harvest tax of 30% from his subjects, and the church only collects a tithe from its believers. Forcibly purchasing other people's precious private property? Did your Haichao Chamber of Commerce set this rule?"

The tattooed bald man didn't expect this seemingly ordinary adventurer to be so harsh. His face suddenly darkened, and the tattoo twisted in anger:

"Kid, don't be shameless! In Anchor Bay City's West Bay, our Haichao Chamber of Commerce's words are the rules! We're giving you face by letting you sell, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit!"

He took a step forward, his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, the threat evident in his words.

The minions behind him also drew out their sailor axes or short sticks, surrounded them with unfriendly faces, and blocked the retreat of Mark and the other two.

Seeing this, other fishermen on the beach retreated in fear, fearing that they would be affected.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd of minions who had gathered around him, then glanced at the trainee judge badge on his chest which was not concealed at all.

When he first entered the city, he deliberately concealed his identity but was followed to the hotel where he was staying. Someone wanted him to deal with the so-called Haichao Chamber of Commerce and the forces behind them.

Now that he was no longer hiding anything, these Chamber of Commerce members who were said to be connected with the Guard Corps of the Church of Holy Light didn't even recognize the badge he was wearing?

Mark just felt that the upper class circle of Anchor Bay City was also a huge makeshift team.

Anna looked at those second-rate minions, and her emerald green eyes instantly turned cold, like the surface of a frozen lake.

She moved half a step silently, and moved Monica, who was holding Xiao Mu, to a safer position behind her. At the same time, her right hand slid to the quiver behind her waist like a snake, and her fingertips touched the cold feathers of the Demon-Breaking Arrow.

She didn't say anything, but the sharp aura of the elven archer ready to strike made the minion closest to her shudder subconsciously.

Deep in Monica's wine-red pupils, the identification array flowed silently, quickly sweeping over these thugs.

[Minion A—Minion Ren]

[Level: LV.15-18]

[Main Occupation: Sailor/Warrior (Mixed)]

[Equipment: Ordinary sailor's scimitar (low-quality steel), leather-covered wooden shield (old), sailor's axe (ordinary iron)]

[Status: Moderately Drunk]

Seeing the results of the appraisal, Monica felt relieved. She gently patted Xiaomu, whose chest was slightly bulging due to the tension, and whispered to Mark:

"They're a bunch of trash, no higher than level two. Their equipment is tattered, and their attributes are average. They shouldn't be heretics. Just attack them by yourself, don't kill them."

Mark nodded, and the last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.

He looked at the ferocious-looking tattooed bald man in front of him, and a smile mixed with helplessness and coldness appeared on his face.

He rubbed his forehead and spoke in a low voice, but it clearly penetrated the sound of the waves:

"A penalty drink? Haha... Who was the last person who wanted me to drink a penalty drink? Now it's in my grave... Oh no, there's not even a trace left."

It seems that the last person who made such a bold statement was the one-eyed Papi who claimed to have a background in the Mountain Tiger Bandits.

May his remains be quickly digested by the leeches of the Rotbone Swamp and turned into useful fertilizer.

"I have a bad temper. I especially hate it when people snatch my things, and I hate it even more when people interrupt my cooking."

He glanced at the seafood in the bucket, which was the ingredient he planned to use to test a new dish today.

The good mood of the day was ruined by a group of city bullies. Even if I don’t beat them to death, I will teach them an unforgettable lesson.

"You're looking for death!" The tattooed bald man was completely enraged by Mark's attitude and roared, "Go ahead! Destroy this ignorant brat! Grab the thing!"

The minions behind him shouted and rushed forward, waving their weapons.

The guy with a pointed face and monkey cheeks was the most active. He swung his sailor axe and chopped at Mark's shoulder, cursing under his breath.

However, his axe was still in mid-air—

"call out!"

A gray-black light passed by Mark's ear like the whisper of death!

“Puff!”

It pierced through the wrist of the axe-wielding man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks with incredible precision!

"Ah--!! My hand!!" The shrill scream instantly tore through the tranquility of the early morning beach.

The sailor's axe fell to the sand with a clang, and blood spurted out.

The monkey-faced boy rolled around on the ground holding his wrists, howling miserably.

Anna kept her bow drawn, her emerald eyes like the calmest sniper scope, locking onto the next target.

The bowstring still vibrated slightly.

She didn't even spare a second glance at the screaming guy.

This sudden, fierce and accurate arrow was like a blast of ice water poured over their heads, causing the other minions who were rushing forward to stop abruptly. The fierce expressions on their faces were instantly replaced by fear.

Only then did they truly notice the elf girl standing behind them who had been ignored by them, and the longbow in her hand that was flashing with a dangerous cold light.

The tattooed bald man was also shocked. He didn't see clearly where the arrow came from!

He suddenly looked at Anna, his eyes full of fear.

Anyone who can shoot such an arrow is definitely not an ordinary adventurer!

Adventurer...

No, they just wanted to force us to buy a few buckets of seafood as a temporary snack. Do these people really need that?

That arrow shot here is a Demon-Breaking Arrow, right?!

Shoot them with this thing?

Just when the minions were frightened by Anna's arrow and their minds were in chaos.

Mark was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

His movements were as fast as lightning, using the unlucky guy in the front row whose wrist was broken by Anna as a stepping stone.

“Bang!”

Mark's boots stepped precisely on the intact arm of the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced thug. The heavy force made the other party, who had just stopped rolling, burst into a pig-slaughtering howl again.

With the force of this step, Mark's figure swooped down like a hunting falcon, and instantly crashed into the crowd whose movements were slowed down by Anna's shock!

"Bang!"

A heavy shoulder strike like a battering ram hit the chest of a minion on the left.

The thug was wearing low-quality leather armor, but Mark's impact seemed to penetrate the armor and directly knocked a small dent into his sternum.

The minion spat out a mouthful of sour water mixed with the smell of alcohol, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, knocking down two of his companions behind him. For a moment, dust and muffled groans rose up everywhere.

Without even looking at the result, Mark twisted his body and elbowed another thug who was waving a short stick at his head, hitting him hard just below the Adam's apple with a sound of breaking wind.

Precise and ruthless!

The thug's eyes bulged out, and all his sounds were strangled in his throat. He collapsed to the ground like a chicken with its neck strangled.