Pirates: The Life of a Salted Fish Broken by Roger

"Shh! Asshole, don't call me by my first name."

Bucky bared his teeth and claws to stop Lin Yu.

"What's the matter, Captain?" Lin Yu asked solemnly, standing very straight, and his fearless look added a bit of cuteness.

"Low-key, low-key!" Bucky said emphatically, which was completely different from his past self.

"It turns out that the great Captain Bucky also has a low-key day. It's really rare, haha... woo hoo..."

Lin Yu waved his hands and said teasingly. After speaking, he was about to laugh when Bucky's hand flew over and blocked his mouth.

"Be quiet!" Bucky said in a low voice.

"Good morning, gentlemen! What would you like to order?"

At this time, Ross, who had just been shot and fell to the ground, stood up again, came to Lin Yu's dining table as if nothing happened, and asked respectfully.

"Ah! Aren't you dead?" Bucky shouted in panic. He felt that his voice was too loud and quickly covered his mouth.

"There are too many things to watch out for in this ocean. It would be difficult to survive without some means of survival."

Ross smiled slightly and took out a gold coin from his arms, with a bullet embedded in it. It was obvious that this gold coin blocked the fatal blow for him.

Although I don’t know how he did it, this method should not be difficult for people who are involved in this circle.

The food and wine were served together, and there was no delay. The three of them quickly got into devouring the food.

I have used up too much energy these days and need to replenish a lot of energy.

"This smells so delicious!" Bucky couldn't help but praise.

Fujitora ate the noodles from the bowl with a long-lost smile on his face, as relaxed as if he had won a game.

Only Lin Yu was paying attention to Zefa not far away while eating, and Zefa was also paying attention to them.

This tacit feeling stuck in Lin Yu's throat like a mouthful of phlegm, which was very uncomfortable.

"Hey! Do you want to come and eat together? We also have guys here who study justice. Maybe you can discuss it."

Lin Yu raised his head and initiated an invitation to Zefa.

Zefa seemed to be well prepared and didn't think too much. He stood up and walked over, then sat down next to Bucky.

Feeling Zefa's presence beside him, his perseverance disturbed Bucky's mind wantonly.

Bucky panicked.

Totally panicked!

He didn't dare to move and kept on eating as he had just done, and the sweat on his face caught up with the heavy rain.

But Zefa didn't even look at him, he just stared at Lin Yu closely.

"Do you want to drink?" Lin Yu was unmoved by his strong manly spirit and casually picked up the bottle and handed it to him and asked.

"I only drink this wine." As he said this, Zefa took out a different bottle from his body.

"What kind of wine is this?" Lin Yu asked curiously.

"Only men drink wine."

Zefa raised his head and took a sip, then slowly exhaled. The vicissitudes of his face seemed to be healed a lot.

"It's strange, there is this kind of wine, I haven't drunk it yet, hahahaha." Lin Yu said self-deprecatingly.

Zefa handed the wine to Lin Yu without saying a word.

This move frightened Bucky beside him. He stared at Lin Yu and opened his mouth silently, meaning to ask him to refuse Zefa's wine.

Lin Yu took the bottle with dignity and said: "Then I'm welcome." Then he drank all the wine in the bottle in one gulp.

"Huh? I just gave you a taste, but you drank it anyway." Zefa complained miserably.

"Sorry, I drank it all accidentally. This wine is really good!" Lin Yu put down the bottle and said with a smile.

"Forget it, for the sake of your appreciation of this wine, I'll forgive you." Zefa shook his head. In fact, he didn't care from the beginning to the end.

"Why do you hate pirates so much?" After drinking strong wine, Lin Yu's chat box was opened and he asked unscrupulously.

"Do you think I would say such a thing to a pirate?" Zefa, who was originally calm, suddenly felt a surge of anger on his face.

"I've already drank the wine, can there be no story?" Lin Yu stared at Zefa as if he expected everything, as if he already knew his final answer.

Zefa also stared at him with a menacing and domineering look, but finally sighed as if defeated, and then lit a cigar.

Smoke rose slowly on the dining table, and images flashed through his mind one after another like a roller coaster. From the beginning, he had a firm belief.

That is to carry out the pure justice deep in your heart.

"Let go of that girl!"

More than 30 years ago, in a sunny port, a little boy wearing a turban of justice shouted this.

"Huh? Where did this idiot come from? He actually put his underwear on his head, hahahaha!"

A group of naughty children pointed at the little boy and mocked him mercilessly.

The sun shines on the little boy's body, and the wind blows the cloak he made out of sheets, making everything look smooth.

"I am the embodiment of justice, z!"

The little boy made the super cool gesture he designed for himself and shouted with justice.

The naughty child was even more amused, pointing at him and laughing crazily: "What kind of embodiment of justice is this? Those ridiculous gestures and the tattered equipment make people laugh out loud!"

Facing the ridicule, the little boy showed a determined expression and rushed towards them with all his strength.

In the end, the little boy was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. However, despite the bruises, his unswerving expression was not affected at all.

"Tch! It's so boring."

Seeing the little boy being beaten and motionless on the ground, the group of little brats gradually became bored and spat at him before leaving one after another.

The little boy stood up from the ground and wiped the dust from his face. Both his eyes and the expression on his face showed unshakable determination.

He thought he had won, and the force of justice finally allowed the group of children to escape.

"Thank you, little brother." The little girl holding a dirty rag doll said to the little boy with tears in her eyes.

The little boy didn't reply and left resolutely. True justice does not need to ask for thanks. Gratitude will only paralyze the heart of a messenger of justice.

What I want to carry out is pure justice, and nothing can stop me.

The little boy gave all the firmness in his young heart to this belief.

The little girl behind him looked at him with tear-stained eyes and murmured words of thanks.

A few years later, the little boy aggressively joined the Navy.

"Hey! Why did you join the navy?"

"Carry out justice!" At a young age, he had already learned the good habit of speaking frugally.

"Justice? This little guy actually knows justice. You know, justice is not a lollipop. Talking about justice is not a sweet thing."

The navy said this to the little boy, hoping to bring him back to reality from fantasy.

"Don't underestimate people, you bastard! What I stick to in my heart is pure justice, don't use your secular words to slander it!" The boy clenched his fists, looking like he was ready to rush in for a fight at any time.

"This kid even curses when he is anxious. Let's go, let's go! He will know in a few years. It doesn't make sense to him now."

"Then tell me your name." the recruiting officer finally asked.

"I'm Zefa." Even the way he said his name was different from others.

"I know, just go to Monkey D. Garp's group!"

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