The Pirate of the Void Throne

Dragon people.

They are the descendants of the 800 royal families who established the world government 20 years ago. They claim to be "descendants of the Creator" and call themselves gods.

They live at the top of the Red Earth Continent and hold supreme power. Everyone who meets them must kneel down to show respect.

Even the world-famous admiral needs to provide protection for the Celestial Dragons.

Therefore, Kosha will not take the initiative to provoke Tianlong people unless necessary. After all, he has no so-called background and aura.

After leaving,

Kosha once again walked on the crowded streets. The prosperous and harmonious scene in front of him made him feel good, as if nothing had happened just now.

But not long after walking, he encountered trouble again.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children suddenly appeared in front of Kosha, almost identical to the limping little girl.

Everyone has something in their hands, ranging from random wild flowers caught on the roadside to low-quality cigarettes that appear to be of fake quality.

There were about a dozen children in this group. They were all dirty, their clothes were in tatters, their bodies were more or less mutilated, and they were very thin.

Some had broken fingers, some had broken little arms, and some were even dragging their feet and struggling to walk.

"You...you want to buy something?"

They came to Kousha, raised their heads and looked at Kousha with the light of hope, their dark and immature faces full of expectation.

Kosha paused and stopped.

Just as he was about to speak, he was keenly aware of the secretly peeping eyes from the corner of the street.

Look along the lines of perception,

The peeping person was the limping little girl from before. She was lying in the corner and secretly watching herself.

Kosha's sudden turn back was obviously beyond the little girl's expectation.

The little girl immediately shrank back in fear and did not dare to show her head.

But soon, the little girl poked her head out again.

Finding that Kousha was still looking at her, the little girl squeezed the corners of her clothes tightly, pursed her lips, and Kousha shook her head, indicating that she had not called these people here.

Kosha could clearly see that there were many scars on the little girl's body, most of which were man-made.

"It seems that the previous ten thousand Baileys gave some people a taste of the sweetness..."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Kousha's mouth, and he immediately understood that someone had an idea for him.

If one or two children are unwell, it may be considered an accident, but if more than a dozen people are in the same situation, it means there is a big problem.

Disabled children, to win sympathy, this routine is not unfamiliar to Kosha.

Generally, people with a little compassion may give some money to these children when they see them.

It seems that some people took advantage of this and deliberately disabled healthy children, and then enjoyed the benefits and made dirty money.

As my thoughts turn,

The dozen or so children in front of him have been watching Kousha silently, feeling uneasy in their hearts.

If they can't get the money, everyone will be beaten severely when they return.

This is also their concern.

One child wanted to get closer, but noticed Kosha's gaze and took a few steps back in fear.

Kosha remained silent, and the eyes of these dozen children could not help but flash a hint of darkness, and the disappointment was palpable.

a moment,

Kosha suddenly said:

"Give me everything, I bought it."

For a dozen children, it is no less than the sound of nature.

The eyes of the children who had no hope at first lit up again.

The transaction is gradually completed,

These children held Bailey tightly in their hands and left quickly.

"and many more……"

When it came to the last little boy, Kosha reached out and grabbed him.

The sudden movement startled the little boy, and he subconsciously raised his hands to protect his head, for fear of being beaten.

Kosha opened the little boy's clothes and saw a shocking scar.

"What are you doing, let me go!"

The little boy struggled with some fear.

After Kosha let go, the little boy immediately ran away.

call!

Kosha picked up the low-quality cigarette he had just bought for [-] beli, lit it and took a deep breath.

The world of pirates is quite cruel.

Some people are born to be aloof and enjoy themselves wantonly, while others can only be reduced to beggars, struggling to survive every day.

The difference between these two cannot be summed up by a simple sentence of hard work.

While puffing away the mist, a sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground suddenly came to my ears.

嘚嘚嘚...

A tall middle-aged man came nearby. He held a wooden stick in his hand and gently tapped the ground while constantly exploring the way forward.

The middle-aged man has short black hair, a beard around his mouth, his eyes are closed, and his wrinkled face has cross-shaped scars across his eyes.

Wearing a lavender kimono, wearing traditional wooden geta.

Kosha looked up, his eyes slightly focused.

The visitor turned out to be the future admiral Fujitora Yishou, who for some unknown reason appeared in the Shampoo Islands.

However, Kosa is now the king of the Shichibukai, and even if Fujitora joins the navy, it is impossible for him to do anything to him, so there is no need to worry too much.

But when you see top experts, you will inevitably pay some attention to them.

In surprise, Fujitora had already arrived in front of him.

The wooden staff used to explore the path in his hand gently touched Kosha's feet.

Realizing that there was someone in front of him, Fujitora stopped.

"Excuse me."

"I can't see, I seem to be disturbing you."

Fujitora's tone was gentle and he looked cute and naive.

"It's okay, I'll make way for you."

Faced with Fujitora's apology, Kosha stepped aside decisively and made way for him.

Given Fujitora's mastery of sight and color, he would naturally not wait for actual contact to find someone in front of him.

Being able to pull down meteorites from the sky at will and strike them accurately is not something ordinary people can do.

But no matter what Fujitora's intentions were, Kosa had no reason to expose them.

Just go with the performance.

"What a polite young man, but... Your Excellency seems to be in an uneasy mood."

Fujitora smiled and praised, then made a point.

"Uncle is really sharp when he encounters some things."

Kosha's tone was casual.

Visibility can not only sense the enemy's attacks, but also every move and emotional change.

"Haha, a blind person's perception will always be sharper, otherwise he wouldn't be able to survive."

Fujitora smiled nonchalantly.

"That's right."

Kosha nodded in time and agreed.

Others may not be able to survive, but Fujitora has absolutely no problem, not to mention that you closed these eyes yourself.

"Can you please explain what happened? Since I can't see it myself, I prefer to hear the world through other people's eyes."

Fujitora spoke with a smile, like an ordinary blind man who closed his eyes and loved to listen to stories.

Kosha didn't talk nonsense. He told what happened just now and his guess in a few words.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen. I would like to ask...what do you plan to do?"

After listening to Kosa's description, Fujitora's expression became much more serious.

"Different positions have different approaches."

Kosha faced Fujitora and said calmly:

"And I am a pirate, so I will naturally use pirate methods."

"Is this what pirates do..."

Fujitora groaned and asked:

"Since you are a pirate, why are you still willing to help others?"

"Isn't that what the Navy should be doing?"

Kosha laughed and asked slowly:

"Should the navy do good things, and pirates should do bad things?"

"Not really."

“No matter how one’s identity changes, one’s essence will not change.”

The most important thing is that Kosha has the strength to do it.

Since you have set your sights on him, you have to bear the corresponding price.