One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

The Extreme Evil sailed out of the dangerous waters, and the pirates lifted the red-headed Afro Lightson and gave a throw-up welcome.

"O! O! O!"

In their cheers, Wrightson seemed to have found the value of life.

Sherlock sat on the bow of the ship, the ship doctor bandaged the wound for him, and said:

"Captain, don't touch the water for a month."

Sherlock nodded slightly. He looked at Lipu Port, which was about to disappear, and frowned when he thought of the blond Meidi.

"Captain, are you worried about Miss Maydie?"

Laubran handed a cup of hot coffee.

Sherlock took a sip of coffee and said lightly, "She is a good friend."

"Captain, you have changed."

Laurent smiled and said, "Before changing to do it, you should have said that she is a good lover."

Sherlock stood up, took off his hat, and let the sea breeze toss his short brown hair.

He turned his head and glanced at Laurent: "I heard that you have a son."

"Yes, it's really insulting to be a Marine."

Laubran kept smiling.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, and couldn't help but complain inwardly. Shouldn't it be you as a pirate?

"Have you never thought of going back to see him?"

Sherlock asked.

Laurent shook his head: "The position is different, and meeting each other is only a vain worry."

Sherlock looked up, feeling the baptism of the sea breeze.

"Brother, there is a Marine sailing ahead."

Wrightson said, standing on the mast.

Laubran handed the telescope to Sherlock. Through the telescope, Sherlock saw a small sailboat with the Marine logo painted on the sail.

At the bow stood a tall, muscular old man with a broad chest.

He wears a dog-headed hat and the Marine "Justice" cloak.

There is a scar on the left eye.

"Garp."

Sherlock's heart was cold, why is it him? Monkey D Garp, the man who has driven the One Piece Roger into desperation many times.

He had already obtained information that a certain Marine Vice Admiral was on vacation nearby, and he also guessed that Kosius would seek his assistance, but he did not expect that this person was Garp.

"Turn around!"

Sherlock ordered immediately.

The crew immediately turned the bow, but unfortunately the Uzumaki wind cannon could not be used a second time in a short time.

"Hahaha, Houston, are you a coward? Run as soon as you see the old man?"

Garp yelled with a square-head speaker amplifier.

Sherlock swallowed, feeling the pill.

Garp waved, and the Marines dropped round cannonballs on the ground.

He threw the cannonball out with his bare hands, and blocked the escape route of the Evil.

After a series of explosions sounded, the Evil Horn went through a battle. Although it retreated all over, it could not be said that it was unscathed, and the bombs thrown by Garp felt more powerful than those fired by artillery.

Sherlock was in an unprecedented crisis.

"Boy, you have disrupted my vacation plan, so you can't just go away, hahaha."

Garp laughed heartily again.

"diving."

Shylock ordered.

"Underwater are all torpedoes!"

Wrightson reported nervously.

Sherlock broke out in a cold sweat, and it seemed that Old Man Garp had blocked his way and had to fight him directly.

On the sailing boat, Garp sat leisurely on the bow and picked up a banana.

He took a bite of a banana, and soon the bow of the boat was filled with banana peels.

"Don't let me wait too long, old man I am impatient, hahaha."

Garp laughed again.

Sherlock waved helplessly: "Turn around, go forward."

Wrightson nodded.

The Evil and the sailing ship head-on, and with the strength of the Evil, the sailboat can definitely be sunk with artillery.

But this can only irritate Garp, when no one on board can run away, and all of them will go to jail.

Sherlock thought calmly, but couldn't think of Garp's weakness.

"Haha, kid, fight me, if you win, let you go, if I win, you will go to jail obediently."

Garp said and stood up.

Sherlock frowned, he had no second choice at all.

"good."

The two ships approached, and Garp jumped and jumped onto the Evil.

He took a look at the crew and exclaimed: "There are a lot of lives on your hands."

Sherlock took off his coat, hat, scarf, and jacket. This time, he had to use all his strength.

"Master, please."

Sherlock stood on the empty deck, and Garp slowly walked over: "It's been a long time since I moved my muscles and bones. Let me see how good your brat is now."

When Houston was a child, he learned boxing from Garp for a period of time. At that time, his dream was to be a Marine.

Until his whole family was sent to the gallows, Houston escaped, and since then became a pirate with the red hair, his temperament changed drastically.

That's why he was an iron fist, but unfortunately he was still young and didn't fully learn Garp's skills.

"In a flash of 15 years, you have grown a lot taller."

Garp took off his jacket and smiled like an old father.

"I heard that you are also called Iron Fist Houston on the redhead boat. Why don't you follow the redhead and want to go out alone to cause trouble?"

"I'm going back now, and they don't want me either."

Sherlock said frankly, if he could, he would really like to take refuge in red hair, wouldn't it be fragrant to hold the thighs of Four Emperors Shanks?

Shanks can be a man who is known as the fruit of face, and wherever he goes, he will have to give him a little bit of face.

"Hahahaha, that's true."

Garp's face suddenly darkened. "You have disappointed me too much these years."

Arlong, Laubran, Wrightson and others are confused. Do they know each other?

Sherlock swallowed, feeling under pressure that he shouldn't have at this age.

He slammed a "sweet iron fist" to Garp, and Garp's fist was wrapped with a layer of Armament Haki, and it collided with Sherlock's iron fist.

Garp was not affected by Shuangshuang Fruit. On the contrary, he was twice as powerful as Sherlock, and directly flew Sherlock out.

Sherlock fell from the air onto the deck, smashed into pieces.

"Is it so weak?"

Garp twisted his neck. "I haven't tried my best yet."

The fruit of Shuangshuang didn't work...no...have to find a way... Sherlock got up and waved his fist again.

Sherlock's punching skills were all taught by Garp, and Garp originally had Observation Haki, so he could predict his movements.

Sherlock was a child in front of Garp.

Purely unilaterally sanctioned by Garp's iron fist.

"It hurts!"

Sherlock let out a scream, and Garp chased him directly with the hammer.

"Know the pain? Then you are still a pirate and do evil everywhere?"

No, if you continue like this, you will lose. Sherlock felt the door of the prison beckoning to him.

He got up again, he must win!

As if affected by the original owner's mood swings, Sherlock felt a strong hatred, which made him get up again.

"What is evil? What is justice?"

He spit out a mouthful of blood and stood up straight.

"Is Marine justice? Back then, why didn't you save my parents?"

"Isn't it Marine that made me what I am now?"

Saying these words surprised Sherlock himself. Could it be that this is the most true thought buried in this body, and after having an empathic reaction with this body, he can control his power more freely.

In an instant, a Conqueror's Haki was released from Sherlock's body, and everyone on the Pirate Ship and Marine Sailboat was deterred by this force and fell to the ground.

Except for Garp.

Garp clenched his fists. "I hope you don't embark on the same path as your father."

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