My little brothers are all big guys

The street was full of garbage, but the streets were full of garbage.

Waste piled up like a mountain, it was dirty and messy, and there was thick smoke all year round.

The place where garbage is handled on the central street is where vagrants and ruffians gather.

This is the waste terminal, and it is also a zone without law and order.

"Stop, stop."

A little boy was running with a package in his left hand and a water pipe in his right hand.

Behind him, three scavengers were chasing him, and they looked unfriendly because the kid had robbed their treasures.

Hehe, I can't catch up, the little boy looked back at the pursuers behind him, feeling a little proud.

Suddenly, a huge figure came out from the corner.

No, the little boy was too late to brake and turn, and he crashed into the meat mountain.

Bang, the little boy's flesh was ejected, and the package in his hand also scattered all over the ground.

It turned out to be all coins and valuables. The little boy sat on the ground. When he saw the person clearly, he immediately cried out: Oops.

I saw a man nearly three meters tall, with blue-purple hair, wearing gold earrings, wearing a red coat, and a half sun and 69 tattoo on his left arm.

The big man with a machete in his hand and a very ferocious look stood in front of the little boy with two men.

"Brother Borjemi, it's this kid, his name is Sabo, and it's not the first time he has stolen our treasure."

A yellow-haired hedgehog head who intercepted behind Sabo said respectfully.

Sabo wore a black round hat with a pair of glasses in the hat, yellow hair, and a missing left front tooth.

He wore a black base shirt on the upper body, a white silk scarf around his neck, a dark blue tuxedo jacket, and light blue shorts and black boots on the lower body.

A proper aristocratic outfit.

"Oh no, I didn't expect that they robbed the peripheral members of the Bluejam Pirates."

Thinking of the cruel behavior of the Bluejam Pirates, Sabo was panicked.

Berjemi glanced at the treasures on the ground and stared at Sabo coldly: "Little boy, you are very brave and dare to provoke anyone."

Berjemi took a step forward, and his huge body brought great pressure to Sabo.

Damn, what should I do? Sabo's little face was sweating. It would be worse than death if he fell into his hands.

He had heard a lot about Berjemi scalping people.

Fortunately, Sabo's psychological quality was very good, and he decided to take the initiative.

Holding the water pipe in his hand, he jumped up and swung it at one person, knocking him to the ground.

Others waved wooden sticks and fought with Sabo. Sabo dodged if he could, and used the water pipe to parry if he couldn't dodge.

Four against one, fighting five or six moves, and one person was knocked down again.

"Waste." Borjemi's face was full of anger.

He punched Sabo in the back, and Sabo was knocked out by him.

When he got up, blood was already flowing from the corner of Sabo's mouth, and he was surrounded by six people again.

Damn, can't he escape? Sabo tightly grasped the water pipe in his hand.

Because Ivan changed the plot, there is no Ace to help Sabo now.

Borjemi showed a cruel smile: "Kid, you will pay the price for provoking the Bluejam Pirates, just die!"

He swung the big knife in his hand, trying to chop Sabo horizontally.

At the critical moment, Sabo used the water pipe to block it, and the power was too different.

Sabo's water pipe was cut off, and he staggered back two or three steps.

Immediately, a big foot kicked him again, and he flew several meters away and fell to the ground, holding his chest in pain and unable to get up.

"Hey, this guy is finished."

"As expected of Big Brother Borjemi, he is different from others at the first move." The gangsters praised.

"It's because you useless bastards are useless!"

Borjemi approached step by step, then stepped on Sabo's chest with his big foot and raised the machete with both hands.

"Asshole, are you going to die here?" There was no panic on Sabo's little face, only anger and unwillingness.

The machete drew an arc in the air and chopped down at Sabo's head.

Sabo had closed his eyes and began to recall his short life.

However, he did not feel pain, but heard a clang, opened his eyes, and saw half of the machete fell next to his head, with the tip of the knife inserted into the ground.

At this time, Sabo was scared and sweating, goose bumps all over his body, and at the same time he was glad that he was not dead.

"Who are you?"

Following Borgemi's surprised voice, he saw a tall man wearing a black round hat and a white

A handsome man in a suit.

He had a smile on his face, and his spirits were high. His straight and slender right leg was still kicking in the air, and only half of the machete in Borjemi's hand was left.

"Where did this guy come from?"

"Am I dazzled? Brother Borjemi's knife was kicked off by him." The gangsters found it hard to believe.

Sabo only felt that the handsome young man was shining, as if he was a messenger sent by God to save him.

The handsome man was Ivan. He pulled the brim of his hat and said in a hearty voice: "You scum, bullying a child like this is too much!"

Borjemi saw that he didn't retract his legs, and complained in his heart: Brother, you don't have to pretend for so long, right?

At the same time, he was very afraid of Ivan in his heart. He didn't even notice how the other party appeared just now?

I had no impression of this person in my mind, so I decided to negotiate first: "Who are you? I am a member of the Bluejam Pirates."

"We are doing business, I hope you don't meddle in other people's business."

Hearing this, Sabo was a little nervous. Bluejam's reputation and cruelty are not covered. If this savior is scared away, he will really die today.

Fortunately, Ivan showed his strength and confidence. He said disdainfully: "I haven't heard of it. It's just a bigger scum. Just clean it up together."

After saying that, he kicked Borjemi out with his legs in the air. The other party had no reaction time at all, with a body of more than 300 pounds.

Like a kite with a broken string, it flew five or six meters away, landed on the ground and bounced a few times, and rolled away for a distance.

"Brother Borjemi!" The five gangsters exclaimed.

What should we do? This man is too fierce, but if the boss knows that they retreated at the last minute, they will be in a life-or-death situation.

"Ah, go to hell." They held the sticks in their hands and could only bite the bullet.

Ivan stood still, raised his legs and kicked one by one, very clean and neat.

"So strong!" Sabo felt that this man was just like a god descending from heaven. Ivan's strength was deeply imprinted in his mind at that moment.

It felt so good. In the original plot, Kizaru kicked a supernova in the Sabaody Archipelago, and Ivan felt very handsome.

Today, he kicked a small fish one by one, and he enjoyed this feeling of pretending.

"Thank you very much for saving my life." As a son of a noble, Sabo was still very polite and stood up to thank Ivan.

Ivan said softly: "Little guy, where is your home? Let me take you home?"

Sabo's expression became flustered. After hesitating for a while, he said nervously: "I, I, I am an orphan."

Asking him where his home is, Ivan asked this deliberately.

He sighed and pretended to be compassionate: "Yeah, he is also a poor man. This terrible world and class system are a cancer!"

Sabo agreed with what he said and felt the same way.

Ivan squatted down and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of Sabo's mouth and his dirty face.

For the first time, Sabo felt so warm in his heart that he wanted to cry.

Why did he run away from home at such a young age?

That's because he felt that the home was a cage, without family affection and warmth, only interests and hypocrisy, which made him feel suffocated.

The two most chilling things for Sabo were: first, he took his paintings with joy and went to his father, hoping to get praise.

As a result, his father only cared about his own business and tore up his paintings.

Second, he was bullied by his peers in the royal family, and his mother didn't care whether he was injured or not, but slapped him in the face and asked him to apologize.

From that time on, he knew that his parents didn't care whether he was happy or not, and only regarded him as a tool to marry into the royal family.

"What's wrong? Are you crying?" Ivan asked with concern when he saw tears in Sabo's eyes.

"No, nothing, sand got into my eyes." Sabo covered up.

Ivan actually sympathized with Sabo's childhood experience. Many parents are the same, just asking their children to do what they want.

They don't care whether the children like it or not, whether they are happy or not.

Ivan also expressed his true feelings: "You are about the same age as my brother, I think you should be good friends."

"Little guy, be my brother!"