Navigation: Younger Brother Of Rocks, A Top-Notch Dominator At The Beginning

"The moon is so strange tonight..."

At the side of the ship, a gust of wind blew, mixed with the fishy smell of the sea.

This made Katakuri frown. He fumbled with the handle of the knife in his arms, and then pulled out the blade.

"I'm not going to leave just yet!"

Katakuri said and jumped off the freighter.

Then, when Katakuri stepped on the deck, his body collapsed.

With a clang, a steel ingot fell from his waist to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Katakuri, on the other hand, took advantage of the situation and knelt down on the deck with one knee "Zero Five Seven", his face pale.

He gasped, then picked up his ingot, his wrists shaking.

The scene just now was like a nightmare to him.

His legs were chopped off.

In that brief moment, he felt like he was torn apart!

And in Katakuri's ears, the words Mo Laik said before are still echoing:

"The ship is completely destroyed, Katakuri!"

"All you have left is this ship..."

"You have no way out..."

"This is fate! Katakuri, you must bear this fate!"

"My dear friend, no matter what you do, you must think carefully! Your father, your brother, your tribe, your future, including your wife and children...

"Don't live up to your mother's expectations of you! She sheds many more tears for you than you imagine..."

Katakuri's head was buzzing amid those words.

His arms were shaking, but he still inserted the knife into his back. Then, he supported his body, climbed up the sail step by step and boarded the huge ship.

The ship did not stop, and Mo Laik was already standing at the door of the cab, waving to Katakuri:

"Hey! Man! I'm here!"

Mo Laik shouted, and Katakuri waved in response, but Katakuri was not in a hurry to go to the cockpit.

He stood on the side of the ship, lowered his head, looking at his scarred arms and body.

Katakuri's left shoulder, right rib and left leg were all severely injured.

Especially the left leg…….…

The bones of Katakuri's left ankle were smashed by a hammer...but this was not a fatal injury.

The most fatal injury was on Katakuri's body, above his navel.

There is a scar there.

It slashed diagonally from the abdomen into the chest, where it almost cut Katakuri into two pieces.

Blood was gushing out, staining Katakuri's clothes red.

But Katakuri seemed unaware. His attention still stayed on the fingers of his left hand.

Katakuri's left index finger was trembling slightly, as if he was longing for something.

"I want to find my child, he must be hiding in that ship..."

"He doesn't dare to show up, because we have many ways to force him to show up... But before he shows up, I want to make sure that he can escape..."

Mo Laike stood on the other side of Katakuri. He stretched out his hand, held Katakuri's hand, and comforted: "Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

"I promise you, I will definitely catch that guy and vent your anger!"

"We have to go back to Agra together to meet your mother..."

Hearing this, Katakuri couldn't help laughing.

Then, he shook his head:

"No, Mo Laik, we can't go back to Agra. My father has gone crazy, and I must lead my men to escape!"

Katakuri told the real reason: "Otherwise, you know, my father will definitely send an army to capture the entire city and kill us all!"

"F5.2!"

Mo Laike firmly opposed.

"You are the king, how can you abandon your subjects?"

Mo Laike raised his hands and said loudly:

"We want to save more people..."

"Katakuri! I know you are here to protect us!"

"But it's different now... Now, what we need is to survive! We have to preserve our strength..."

"No matter what you do, don't go to that guy!"

Mo Laike dissuaded. .