I milked the One Piece

As we got closer to the town, there were more and more bodies on the road.

"These people are the port guards, right?"

Dozens of corpses wearing armor fell to the ground in a mess, and beside them there were many corpses of slaves lying with them.

"Fuck! These rubbish!"

After checking it carefully, Brie said angrily:

"These guards showed no resistance at all!"

"Look at their knees! They're full of dirt! They were killed by the enemy while begging for mercy!"

"Worse than these slaves!"

"It seems that these guards surrendered after all the slaves died!"

"Not a single pirate's body!"

"Bah! A bunch of weaklings!!"

"Okay, leave them alone! Let's move on quickly! We'll be there soon!"

Soraka's heart was filled with anger and she ran at the front silently.

"This....."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the town, Soraka stopped involuntarily when she saw the scene in front of her.

Hundreds of corpses were lying on both sides of the road. Judging from their clothes and tattoos, they were all pirates.

A dozen corpses wearing sword school uniforms were neatly placed at the intersection of the town. An old man with white beard and hair stood in the middle of the corpses with his sword on the ground.

"already dead."

The old man's chest had been riddled with bullets. Although he had lost his breath, he stared straight ahead with wide eyes, as if he wanted to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces.

"It seems that some residents of the town have also stood up and resisted, but it's a pity..."

"They are all a group of young teenagers, and they are all real men!"

The corpse at his feet was also full of various scars, and its slightly childish face made Soraka's grief and anger even more intense.

"Crack! Crack!"

Several gunshots immediately interrupted everyone's grief, and Soraka rushed into the town using the "shaving" in the sixth form.

"Hahahaha!"

"Rob! I told you I would come back for revenge!"

"How about it? You didn't kill me back then. Do you regret it now?"

"Oh, I forgot! That old guy is dead!"

"I'm going to chop off all your limbs soon! Turn you into a human stick! Put you in front of that old thing!"

The pirate who spoke had a strong body and an ugly face. He had a long sword tied around his waist. The sleeve of his left hand was empty, making him look like a one-armed man. He held a revolver in his right hand and had a ferocious look on his face.

"Ger! Shut up!"

"This kind of man shouldn't be so humiliated! You go down first!"

"Captain Flo!"

"Go down!"

A high-pitched voice reprimanded. Geer heard the expression behind him, but he still ducked aside obediently.

"Rob! Hand over the secret skills of your sword hall!"

"I'll give you a good time! After all, you killed so many of my men, I have to give them an explanation, right?"

Flo has a white face and no beard. He wears a pink sun hat on his head. His lips are specially dyed a strange purple with lipstick. He is wearing a brightly colored gown and the shoes under his feet are a pair of women's high heels. The whole person looks particularly weird.

Opposite him, Rob, who was holding a long sword, had neat short hair, and a pair of bright eyes on his Chinese-character face revealed a captivating light.

Beside him, dozens of pirate corpses were scattered all over the street. The blood flowing from the corpses had gathered together to form a small blood puddle.

"Hahaha! Do you want the secret technique of our sword hall?"

"Dream! I will never leave it to you trash!"

"Demon Sword Flo! If we can, let's fight in a duel!"

Rob looked around, looking at thousands of ferocious pirates, and shouted crazily:

"You guys! Most of me recognize you!"

"Become a pirate and slaughter your hometown!"

"The ghosts of Foss Island! They will all keep an eye on you beasts!"

"How can you have the face to face your ancestors after you die!"

The pirates did not feel any guilt in the face of Rob's scolding. Geer laughed and said:

"Hahaha! What a joke!"

"Rob, take a closer look at this group of people!"

"Which one is not a slave who has lost a loved one?"

"Hometown? Life here is worse than death! This place is worse than pigs and dogs. It should have been destroyed long ago!"

"You masters and disciples have been fighting against the kingdom for so many years? What's the use of it?"

"Civilians can't pay taxes! They will be reduced to slaves!"

"Of those high-ranking nobles and guards, who doesn't have more than a dozen slaves under his command?"

"And what about the slaves? Their bodies are marked and they have to do the hardest and most tiring work all day long!"

"Even with the slightest carelessness, my life was taken away by those nobles and the guards!"

"It's ridiculous to say that! When facing us, slaves still have the guts to resist!"

"Then why don't you resist this country! Resist those noble nobles!"

"To protect your home? To protect your loved ones?"

"What a big joke! This kind of country! This kind of hometown! What is there for them to protect?"

"Let your loved ones live and continue to live a life of fear all day long?"

"It's better to die! Death is the best destination for cowards like them!"

Geer's voice became more and more crazy, and the pirates' eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Rob shook his head and shouted to the pirates:

"As long as you are alive, there is hope! We have changed a lot over the years!"

"At least one person from each family will become a slave if they cannot pay taxes!"

"And after becoming a slave, if the family can save enough beli, they can still redeem the person!"

"We have resisted before, but what? How many people died?"

"Shut up! Rob!"

A thin man with scars on his face came out. Rob took a closer look and shouted in surprise:

"Brother Lyle! You are not dead!"

"No! Since you are not dead! Why are you with them?"

The surprise in Rob's eyes disappeared and he stared at Lyle.

"Rob, I was very lucky at that time. I was stabbed a dozen times and thrown into the sea!"

"But I still survived!"

"I have only one purpose in living! That is to destroy this dirty country!"

"Resistance? Patience?"

"Death is the destination for everyone in this country!"

"Your ideas are so naive!"

“This country is rotten to the core!”

"The backbone of the common people has long been broken by those noble gentlemen!"

"You dare to resist the pirates and fight with us! But you don't care about this! You don't care about that! You don't have the guts to resist your own destiny!"

"This kind of person would be worse off alive than dead!"

"We are here today to destroy this country!"

"Hand over the secret technique! Rob!"

Rob smiled sadly, looked at his senior brother and then at the pirate whose eyes were filled with hatred, and shook his head:

"So you turned into demons and killed your own people?"

"You also joined Flo's men who take pleasure in killing people and behave in perverted ways?"

"Tsk, pervert? I don't like this title very much."

"I'm just pursuing the art of death. Perversion is just the misunderstanding of me by those stupid people."

Flo slowly walked towards Rob and said softly:

"Hand over the secret book and I can spare the lives of those little mice hiding in the basement!"

"You don't naively think that with my domineering power, those little mice will escape my pursuit, right?"

Flo took out a revolver from his arms, walked slowly to the door of a room, and fired two shots at the ground.

"Ah! Help!"

The shouts of a group of women came from the ground floor of the room. Cold sweat broke out on Rob's back and his face changed drastically.