Pirate: I am the great swordsman of the blood clan

I saw a dozen marines surrounding three young girls inside.

A short young man wearing gorgeous clothes, with brown hair, was holding a chain in his hand.

The other end of the chain was tied around the necks of the three girls.

Instructing them to pour wine into their mouths desperately, if they paused for a moment, they would be whipped.

When Bruch saw it, he was already covered in scars, there was no good piece of meat on his body, and he fell into a coma.

The scene in front of him made his eyes dizzy, and the murderous aura bursting out of him unconsciously.

Pressing down on the dozen marines in front of him, especially the short young man wearing gorgeous clothes.

The astonishing murderous aura seemed to be real, and the short young man sat down on the ground, staring at Bruh with wide eyes and a look of horror.

The chain in his hand was also thrown to the ground.

Bruch stepped forward, Sandaiki Tetsu took out his sheath, cut off the chains with a knife, and carefully lifted up the three girls who were scarred and smelled of alcohol. Let the adjutant take them out.

These girls are obviously civilians, probably residents of the area.

Thinking of this, his murderous intent intensified unconsciously, and the dozen or so marines present fell to their knees in an instant.

At this time, the young man looked frightened and said incoherently:

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you know who my father is?"

Bruch frowned, who is this person?

A "bang" kick!

He kicked the gorgeous young man in the chest and kicked him ten meters away.

On the way, there was a crisp sound, and no one knew which bone in the young man's body was broken.

"ah!"

The young man screamed in pain, clutching his chest desperately, cold sweat flowing down his face.

When the surrounding navy saw this scene, sweat instantly broke out on their foreheads. They were not the navy at the door, so they naturally recognized that the person in front of them was wearing the uniform of a real colonel.

This is someone from the headquarters.

"You guy, how dare you beat the noble Seaforth, just wait for me, my father will never let you go!"

The young man clutched his chest, his eyes gradually turned from frightened to vicious, staring at Bruch.

He didn't care who the person in front of him was, he only knew that his father was the most powerful person in this branch and would definitely not spare this person.

Bruch's face was dull, and he had already sentenced the young man named Seaforth to death, including these dozen marines.

"Who is your father?"

"My father is the most powerful person here, Fisillo Disil. Boy, are you scared? If you are, apologize to me immediately."

Seaforth's expression suddenly became arrogant, but the way he lay on the ground clutching his chest really looked like a maggot waiting to die.

Bruch laughed angrily at him, what the hell is this.

laugh!

Seaforth was imagining the scene of the navy opposite him kneeling down and begging for mercy.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and he felt that his body was empty, as if his body was flying.

Huh? That is?

He saw a body in rich clothes, but it had no head.

Then fell into endless darkness.

Bruch turned to look at the navy who was still kneeling on the ground, and said coldly:

"Where is Fesillo DeSier?"

The cold sound penetrated their ears and made them shiver.

The navy man closest to him raised his head tremblingly and said tremblingly:

"Colonel, Colonel, you have gone out to sea to collect taxes. Come back soon."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Seaforth's headless body not far away.

They were talking and laughing just now

"tax?"

The confused voice reached the navy's ears, and he quickly turned his attention to Bruch.

"Yes, yes, tax! Every month, a certain tax is levied on the civilians on the four nearby islands."

Taxation, every month, brings back a large amount of money, causing the residents of the four surrounding small islands to live in poverty.

If there were no taxes, either the wives and daughters would be captured as slaves, or they would be killed on the spot. The key was that the mouth of the South China Sea was huge.

They couldn't escape even if they wanted to, and if they were discovered, they would be tortured to death.

Gradually, the people on the four small islands here gradually became numb.

I heard from the navy that Fisillo Desir's accumulation of such a large amount of money seemed to be related to pirates, but he didn't know very well. He only knew that Desir had close contacts with pirates.

After listening to what the navy said, Bruch fell into deep thought, turned around slowly, and then left his back to the navy.

Suddenly, a knife slashed across the marine's throat.

The third-generation ghost in his hand slowly put it into its scabbard.

"For the sake of you talking to me so much, I'll give you a treat."

"Come in!"

Bruch shouted and let the navy men guarding the door come in.

"Hang these dozen people on the pillars, let me hang them higher."

"Yes!" Everyone in the navy stepped forward and escorted more than a dozen marines out.

At this time, the adjutant said: "Sir Colonel, we have just searched the entire island and found no remaining navy, but we found a secret prison."

"Secret prison?"

"Yes!"

"Take me there!"

Before Bruch walked out of the room, he looked back at the headless body, sneered and said:

"You will die comfortably."

After saying that, he walked out. If he didn't kill him in anger, he would definitely expose him to death like the dozen marines.

Let him know how salted fish is dried.

Following the adjutant's footsteps, Bruch came to a blue cylindrical building.

On the ground here, there is a piece of limestone suddenly paved, the whole is a regular square, about two meters wide.

It is in sharp contrast to the surrounding weeds.

"This is it!" The adjutant looked at the limestone, squatted down, clasped it with both hands, and pulled hard.

I saw the limestone moving slowly, revealing a stone step road.

When I stepped onto the stone steps, there was not a trace of dust floating around. It seemed that someone was cleaning it frequently.

This made Bruch a little curious as to what was underneath.

Tap tap tap~

He was wearing large black leather shoes, and his voice was particularly clear as he walked on the somewhat dark stone steps.

Keep going down.

A ray of light appeared in the dark environment ahead.

It's firelight.

Tick ​​tock!

In a dark and humid environment, oil lamps are burned to evaporate part of the water vapor to the upper stone slabs. Forming a bunch of water droplets.

Drop by drop slowly dripped down.

A strange feeling flashed in Bruh's heart.

What is this place used for?

At this moment, someone's shouting seemed to come from the front~