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The descendants of the 20 kings who established the world government, how powerful the Tianlong people are.

With a smile mixed with disdain, Luo put one knee on the ground, looked up at the gradually approaching figure, and said, "I know."

The clatter of chains dragging on the ground became more and more distinct.

The plump body of Prince Charros Saint was pressed against the slave, and the sticky snot dripped to his lips.The long whip in his hand fell on the slave, and he frowned dissatisfiedly, "Waste! You crawl slower than a turtle! Hurry up!"

The slave who was struggling to crawl was panting heavily, and his movements had become numb.With thin hands and a body full of scars, the man lay trembling on the ground, supporting his master who was about three times his weight, enduring the merciless whipping.Sweat ran down his cheeks and into the open flesh, causing him to clenched his teeth in pain.

Once branded a slave, he can never be considered a human being again.

Just a dog, a tool, a dispensable commodity.

He was doomed to suffer, to be tortured to death in endless despair.

The man thought of his wife in his blurred vision.

How high-spirited he was at that time, saying goodbye to his charming new wife by the sea.He raised the pirate flag, and he ran towards the sea of ​​dreams with great ambition, all the blood in his body was boiling.

Then he got stuck in this place.

The wife may have given birth to a fat and white baby.Maybe she has remarried to someone else and given up hopeless waiting.These men can only guess, because he has become a slave without freedom.

The whip on his body fell again, St. Charros raised his foot and stepped on the man's head, "Hurry up! Don't wobble, it's really uncomfortable!"

Dorothy frowned and clenched her hands into fists.

Damn!

The sound of kicking and beating came one after another, she took a few deep breaths, but when she looked up at Tianlongren, she still gritted her teeth angrily.

The slave knelt on the ground trembling all over, his eyes rolled up, obviously dying.

Biting her lower lip, Dorothy stood on her tiptoes and was about to stand up to stop, but her back was pressed down by a hand, which was so strong that she couldn't stand up.

Luo lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.With his hands removed from her back, there was no emotion in his tone, "Don't be impulsive, you can't help that person alone."

"He's about to be beaten to death!" Lowering her voice, Dorothy was furious, "The Tianlong people are too bullying!"

"Some things can't be helped, we can only wait for us to become stronger."

In silence, Dorothy lowered her head dejectedly.

The backing of Tianlong people is too strong.

She is too weak.

It is far from enough to describe the world to the world with a pen.Even if she reports the deeds of Tianlong people, it is useless, right?What about anger?So what?So what if everyone knows that Tianlong people are bad?Without strength, you can only curse the Tianlong people in your heart, without any real help.

She needs to get stronger.

Luo's voice suddenly sounded beside my ears, "I don't know your name yet, Miss Reporter."

"Simon Shaw Dorothy." Turning her head, Dorothy looked at Luo with a little surprise and asked, "Do you remember me?" Otherwise, why would you call her Miss Reporter?

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, Luo smiled lightly, but he didn't look at her, he just replied, "I remember."

Dorothy was about to reply, but Tianlongren interrupted her with an angry roar, "Hey, stop!"

Turning her head in surprise, she realized that a group of people were running past in a panic at the corner of the street.Two men in doctor's robes carried a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay a man covered in blood, who looked seriously injured.The little nurse who was helping to carry the drip opened her mouth wide in horror and froze in place.

St. Charros slowly walked down from the slave, and stared at the people carrying the stretcher with gloomy eyes, extremely annoyed, "Humans dare to walk in front of me!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, please show us your hand and let us pass." The doctor at the front begged quickly, looked back at the man on the stretcher, and said in a tone full of anxiety and panic, "This patient is bleeding heavily. We have to race against time. Not far ahead!"

"Really?" Lowering his head, Saint Charros pursed his lips, watching the man in danger.Blood stained his coat, the man was breathing weakly, his face was pale, and he couldn't open his eyes.If you don't hurry up and rescue him, you will surely die!

The runny-nosed elder, St. Charros, smacked his lips and said, "Really—this is not possible!" With a fierce look in his eyes, he raised his foot with a sneer, and kicked towards the stretcher violently!

"Then, I'll set you free as soon as possible!"

Dorothy shot out the thread without hesitation.

The almost transparent silk thread immediately entangled the limbs of the man on the stretcher. The moment Charros Saint kicked over, she moved her finger lightly, and the man caught by the thread moved back, only a short distance away from the Tianlongren's feet. a few millimeters.The stretcher was kicked over, Dorothy hooked her fingers, and the man fell gently to the ground along the stretcher.

The dull Saint Charros frowned suspiciously, "Well—why doesn't it feel like I didn't kick it..."

Silk thread quickly retracted her fingers, and Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the patient was not injured.She looked around in a little danger, but fortunately, almost everyone's eyes were on Tianlongren, and no one seemed to notice her.

Luo turned his head to look at her from the side, his tone was always flat, "Ability person?"

"Ah, I just became one." Dorothy replied quickly, "I'm not just a reporter now."

Luo chuckled, "What else can you be?" His eyes were particularly provocative.

"Hey, what does this rhetorical question mean?" Dorothy glared at him dissatisfied, "Don't be so obvious when you despise me, okay? Although I'm not very powerful, people will become stronger!"

"I'm looking forward to it." Luo smiled slightly, "Then, besides being a reporter, what else have you become?"

"Pirate." Saying these two words with a particularly complicated mood, Dorothy thought for a while and added, "It's a good pirate."

Hearing this, Luo smiled with the corners of his mouth crooked, stopped talking, and looked forward again.

Dorothy followed him to look.

Saint Charros no longer cared about the critically ill man, "Hey -" and walked in front of the little nurse with obscene eyes.Shrugging his nose, he stared at the pretty face of the little nurse and laughed, "Hey hey, just be my wife."

"Ah." Eyes widened in horror, the little nurse fell to the ground, "I..."

"Wait!" A man ran out from the crowd with a panicked expression, "She is my fiancé..."

--boom.

Gunshots sounded.

Before he finished speaking, the man only had time to open his mouth, and blood gushed out from his chest, and he fell down slowly.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" With a piercing scream, the little nurse ran over, "No! No! Jack! Save him! Save him!"

St. Charros held up his smoking gun and said angrily, "Standing in front of me again!"

Dorothy only felt that the blood was rushing up to her forehead, her forehead was hot, her seven orifices were smoking, and she wished she could tear that fat man into pieces!

"No, I can't help it!" She would suffocate to death if she continued to watch indifferently like this!Even if the backing of the Tianlong people is strong, at least they can teach the Tianlong people a good lesson now, and the next thing... let's talk about it later!Straightening up desperately, Dorothy had just stood up when a hand hit her knee hard, forcing her to bend and kneel down again.

Turning her head angrily, Dorothy yelled at Luo, "Why do you keep stopping me! You can't just let me watch that man die!"

"Simon? Shaw? Dorothy." He said her name faintly, Luo turned his head to look at her, and said with a smile, "Don't be too impulsive, sometimes, watching a play quietly is a good habit."

"..." After a long silence, Dorothy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.However, when she heard the little nurse's miserable cry, she finally yelled in a very bad tone, "I can't learn it!" She wanted to stand up again.

But suddenly froze.

Dorothy blinked and looked ahead in disbelief.

Pat - clack - clack -

The footsteps were getting closer and clearer.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the man who walked swaggeringly.

Wearing a green apron, three knives around his waist, and drop-shaped earrings dangling in the air.The man was holding a bottle of wine at the moment, and pouring the wine into his mouth while walking, he was just——

"Zoro!" Dorothy opened her mouth wide, "Why is this guy here?"

"Roronoa? Sauron?" Luo Rare showed an interested smile, "It's so interesting."

Sauron was still walking in the middle of the road very ostentatiously, not feeling the hot gaze of the crowd at all. He raised his head and drank another sip of wine, walked forward a few steps, and then stopped suddenly, looking at Char who was standing in front of him. Rose Saint frowned, as if thinking about something.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The pupils dilated sharply, and Saint Charros opened and closed his mouth again and again, but he was still extremely shocked and speechless.

The two looked at each other for a long, long, long time.

Sauron finally broke the silence, "What are you doing, do you want to go the same way?"

"Oh my God." Dorothy was speechless, "Is that guy really an idiot?"

After recovering from the shock, he gritted his teeth angrily, and St. Charros suddenly raised his hand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A round of bullets flew out of the gun one after another, heading straight for Sauron.

"It doesn't count if you shot innocent people, but you shot my companion again?" Dorothy stood up angrily, her blood boiled, and she was about to rush over to have a good fight with the Tianlong people, but her hands were held back.

Turning back and frowning, Dorothy looked helplessly at