God's Pirate

As the person who blatantly toasted to the Pirate King, he felt the gaze of others as soon as he arrived on the island. Unsurprisingly, he 'encountered' a navy of 50 people in front of John's Blacksmith Shop, but none of them carried any guns. There are no experts in the artillery, and the outcome is of course obvious.

Dasqi took a deep breath, looked at the hazy figure after taking off her glasses, and tried to sound serious as she said:

"No, it's not. Although you did something very rude on this island, I'm not here to arrest you for that."

"That's it?" Al put down the box in his hand and asked doubtfully.

Bang, the heavy box hit the ground and splashed water all over the ground.

Dasqi felt the powerful water splashing from the downpour on her face. She subconsciously took a breath of cold air, but she still pointed at Al's waist and said firmly:

"Put down the weapon at your waist and you can leave."

She paused and added:

"Don't let me see you again! Otherwise I will definitely arrest you villains!"

Baiyuan? How did she know and why did she say I was a villain? She just went to toast Roger with a drink and had nothing to lose. Al thought for two seconds, and then John's face with messy hair and beard came to mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was thinking say something.

"The blade is pure white, and the blade is as dark and tough as a black knife. It feels sharp and light in the hand. There is only one famous sword with such an unreasonable structure that will not break, and that is the 'Shira Yuan', which ranks among the fifty fastest knives." Siqi finished speaking to herself, and Al, who looked complicated, glanced at him and continued:

"Why do most of the people who hold these famous swords in the world, the most famous swordsmen in the world, go to the sea and become pirates, or become bounty hunters? Even people like you, are famous swords just tools for you to make money or do evil? Really? That’s not right! The sword is crying! I will definitely take back the famous swords in the world that fell into the hands of you villains. So put down the famous swords in your hands."

She gritted her teeth as she spoke and looked at the villain in front of her with cold eyes.

Oh, that seems to be the case. Al pressed the wet cowboy hat on his head and chuckled:

"What if I say no?"

Clang.

The sharp sword peak cut through the raindrops, the sword shadow flickered, and the plump and tough female swordsman attacked Al with Shigure, which was also a sharp sword.

however

Al shook his head, stepped lightly on the ground with both feet to exert force, and the next moment he crossed five meters, his figure was in front of Dasqi, bent his knees, clenched his fists and hit the opponent's slender belly with as much force as possible.

However, Al tried his best to restrain his attack, but Dusqi felt like a heavy blow. His body was dented and he flew backwards. He fell to the ground on his back in a panic, with only the sword in his hand still holding tightly.

Pfft, Dasqi wanted to spit out a mouthful of bitter water, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed it. She put her bare hands on the ground and wanted to stand up and strike again.

clang clang.

Al took a step forward and gently stepped on the opponent's hands with his black leather shoes. Shigure took out his hands, causing Dasqi to be nailed to the ground.

The whole process was easy and casual, without any difficulty.

Al took advantage of the situation and sat on the opponent's belly, feeling the struggle coming from underneath him, and said helplessly:

"Save it, it's all you have."

"Asshole, let me go!" Dasqi felt intense humiliation in her heart, her face turned red and she struggled hard.

However, as Al said, the opponent's strength is at best that of a normal adult man. At this time, he is like a little white rabbit being pressed by a lion. Even if he tries his best, he cannot break free.

Time is silent, come here for a while.

"I heard about it from Colonel Smoker." Dasqi finally calmed down and looked up at the other party.

"?" Al looked down at her doubtfully.

"Those girls are not victims at all, they were taken off the pirate ship by you," Dasqi said one word at a time, with a somewhat evasive expression, some not daring to look at each other.

You didn't realize that Al looked at her speechlessly and said casually:

"and then?"

"You rescued them, and then gave them all the bounty and loot." Dasqi withdrew his gaze, looked directly into Al's eyes and asked seriously: "Why did you do such a good deed, and then do something that trampled on order?" Why can’t you join the navy and uphold justice?”

The girl who was supposed to be a prisoner suddenly became angry, and her awe-inspiring aura inexplicably calmed Al.

Drops of rain hit the stone slab, fell on Al's cowboy hat, and dripped along the brim of his hat onto the girl's cheek.

His eyes were a little dodged, and after a moment of silence, he turned back to look directly at Dasqi:

"Did you do something wrong?"

"?" Doubt flashed in Dasqi's eyes.

"Not all famous swordsmen become pirates and bounty hunters," he took a deep breath, "but all swordsmen who have the ability to become pirates have to become pirates!"

The strong wind blew by, and Al quickly put down his hat, while Dasqi looked at the other person blankly, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Most of those who have the talent and courage to become swordsmen are unwilling to succumb to this damn order and this inhumane law. When injustice is imposed on them, what should they do?" Al said. There was no expression on his face. After speaking calmly, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Dasqi's moist cheeks, and smiled evilly:

"I don't know what they will do, but if it is like now, if I really want to do something to you, can you resist? No, should I say you will resist?"

At this moment, Dasqi didn't react at all. She just looked at the other party blankly like a doll, with an extremely complicated expression in her eyes.

Al stood up gently, untied Dasqi, turned around and said calmly:

"Of course this is just my assumption, but one thing that cannot be refuted is that the weak have no choice! There is no point in groveling. Submission will only bring greater oppression, and the weak do not even have the power to choose to plunder or be robbed. No matter how hard you try, you will only be dominated by the strong. But"

He paused and said in a complicated tone:

"What if this person had the power and power to choose?"

After saying this, Al put his hands behind his back and quietly bathed in the drizzle, waiting for the answer.

To be honest, he was also a little curious about what choice Dasqi would make.

On the other hand, Dasqi lay there in despair for a while, then slowly got up and knelt down with her hands on the ground. The rainwater flowed down her short black hair, and no reaction could be seen.

After a while, she roared in a hoarse voice with a crying voice:

"Why don't you kill me! Or why don't you just do what you want to me! Are you humiliating me?"

Hey, why are you so familiar with swordsmen? Al's mouth twitched inexplicably, and he was speechless for a moment.

"You, you devil. Why do you want me to make a choice?"

Crack, crackle, there was a crisp sound coming from the water on the ground, and it was unclear whether it was the sound of rain or tears.

Why is he still so familiar? Al fell silent.

"I, I will probably choose to obey."

came the hoarse girl voice mixed with choking.