Pirate Family

Violet finally meets little Rebecca.

At this time, little Rebecca's body was covered with traces left by the battle, and her eyes were fixed on her opponent, revealing a trace of ferocity that did not match her age.

"She is the most perfect product. She is still young, but her sword skills are extraordinary. She is a girl, but she has an amazing will."

"Her companions are in my hands. I promise to give them freedom as long as she defeats all my fighters, so she will not run away no matter what."

And Old Buck seemed to enjoy Violet's angry feeling very much. He sat on his sofa, took out a cigar from under his clothes, snipped it, and smoked it enjoying himself.

The smoke was so thick that Violet's expression could not be seen clearly. But he could imagine how much this woman should hate himself at this time.

The stronger this hatred, the better, because the stronger the hatred, the more she cares about the life of her niece.

In other words, the better he can control this woman's life.

"This match is her ostensibly last match."

"As long as she defeats this opponent, she has accomplished her original goal and defeated all my fighters in this base."

"But you're not going to keep your promise, are you?"

And Violet looked at Old Buck and said coldly.

"Whether little Rebecca wins or loses, you won't let her go."

"I love talking to smart people."

Old Buck snapped his fingers and spit out a mouthful of thick smoke.

"My original plan was to auction off the right to dispose of this little girl after this game, because a stubborn and persistent little girl is very attractive to the gentlemen present."

"In fact, some time ago, many big shots from the Red Earth Continent offered me sky-high prices one after another in private, wanting to get this little girl."

"But I rejected them all, because in my opinion, the most perfect goods must be auctioned on the fairest stage in order to show their value."

Violet had to admit that the old man in front of her was a real hero.

A pirate whose strength is only equivalent to a bounty of tens of millions was caught by him and thrown into the octagonal cage. In order to survive, these prisoners had to squeeze their own potential and show all their strength to the audience in front of them.

And the stronger the strength they show, the greater the shock to the audience, and the greater the sense of accomplishment that the audience who bid for the ownership of insulting them will bring.

He's a very good packer.

And little Rebecca is his most perfect work in this period of time.

Strong, stubborn, young loli, all kinds of different factors are gathered in this little girl, which brings an inexplicable sense of satisfaction to those audiences with perverted hobbies.

In fact, there is one thing that Old Buck didn't mention to Violet. Those big figures in the red land mainland have quoted a price of more than 800 million Baileys for the ownership of little Rebecca.

"If you want to please the devil, you must offer a corresponding sacrifice."

Old Buck looked at Violet and said slowly.

"But after seeing you, I changed my mind."

"You have the hope of becoming a more perfect cargo than that little girl, so I gave you a different treatment and let you know all about it."

"I can make a promise with you that I will not hurt little Rebecca, and even lock you up together."

"As long as you obey my orders."

"Can I say no?"

Violet raised her eyebrows and said coldly.

"Do you have a choice? Maybe you can choose not to believe me, but after this game, I will definitely auction this little girl."

"The average time for an octagonal cage death match is about fifteen minutes,"

"I'm a very kind person," Old Buck flicked his cigarette ash and looked at Violet.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes."

And at this moment, Violet suddenly heard a strange shaking coming from the ceiling.

It was as if the two groups were fighting fiercely, and the vibrations caused by the battle were transmitted to the underground cave.

But Old Buck didn't seem to feel this, and he was still smoking a cigarette with a calm expression on his face.

...

The time went back to a day ago, the day after the sand bandits attacked Su'an Town at night.

The mayor's office in Su'an Town.

"Do you think, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? You are just a defeated dog who fled back from the New World in a hurry. What qualifications do you have to dance with lions?"

The old mayor looked at the man sitting in front of him, and said slowly.

For this man, there is no need for him to put on that hypocritical mask.

"The strength of that family is beyond the imagination of a person like you who lives in a corner."

A man with dreadlocks looked at the wrinkled old man sitting in front of him and said calmly.

His eyes are as fierce as a wolf.

"Also, my successes and failures have nothing to do with what we're talking about now."

"Really?"

The old mayor smiled.

"I didn't expect that many years ago, the little guy who followed me submissively would grow up to where he is today,"

"Or, do you think that after becoming a pirate and experiencing some wonderful adventures, you are entitled to be equal to me?"

"Wolf Gorso."

The old mayor contemptuously called out the name of the man sitting in front of him.

The moment he said this, the one-eyed pirate next to Gao Suo took out his pistol and aimed the black muzzle at the old man in front of him.

As long as his boss gives an order, he will pull the trigger and end the life of this self-righteous old man.

The old man didn't panic, but looked at the wild wolf Gao Suo calmly, as if he was sure that this man would not dare to hurt himself.

The two confronted each other for a long time before Gao Suo spoke first.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

After he finished speaking, One Eye put away the pistol unwillingly, and then looked at the old man sitting in front of his boss with hostile eyes.

He met Gao Suo on the Great Route, and after several dangerous experiences, he had entrusted his life to this man.

He does not allow anyone to have any contempt for his boss.

"Let me reiterate that I need you to provide me with two false identities that will not be seen through and have detailed interpersonal relationships."

"This kind of thing couldn't be easier for you as a slave trader."

"And as a price, during this period of time, I can help you do anything."