One Piece: The Glory of the Murloc

Mariejoia.

"It's really troublesome. This kind of thing has to alarm us?"

The bearded Wulaoxing rubbed his forehead, "But it would be too uneconomical to have a falling out with Fish-Man Island just because of a few slaves."

"The Tianlong people have received the news,"

The blond Wulaoxing said, "I asked people to temporarily excuse them by citing equipment problems. I hope that bastard will move faster. Really, he dares to threaten us."

"But I think that if the Tianlong people really had a conflict in the past, that guy Bright wouldn't have any hesitation."

The bald Wulaoxing said coldly, "The situation will be even more ugly then."

"In the final analysis, I still indulge those guys too much." The bearded Wulaoxing shook his head, "In addition to holding back, there is nothing that can be done to help."

"But they are the source of our power."

The bearded Wulaoxing said calmly.

The five old stars were silent.

The descendants of the twenty kings who formed the world government over the past eight hundred years are the Celestial Dragons. In order to commend the achievements of the previous kings, the current pattern of Celestial Dragons dominating the world was established.

"By the way, let the navy stop looking for trouble. This time, that boy has a legitimate reason."

"Speaking of which, that human trafficking facility seems to be Doflamingo's bastard's property, right?"

Chambord Islands.

Bright stood on the land of this island for the first time in a long time. The last time was when the Sun Pirates set sail.

His arrival did not attract the attention of the people on the shore. After all, Bright's appearance was very close to that of humans.

"Wait a minute, it seems like this guy is a fish-man!!"

Someone noticed the difference in Brett, "Look at his neck, he has gills!!"

"Murloc? Hahaha, although fishmen are not very valuable, but -" Someone immediately approached Bright with a strange smile.

Halfway through the man's laughter, a hole was punched through his chest.

Brett shook the water on his hand and said, "It's so noisy."

"Then, that guy is!!"

Finally, someone recognized Brett.

"The fish-man who killed Radley and Oriel last year!! The deep-sea disaster on that fish-man island!!"

After all, Brett is also someone who has been in the newspaper, so he still has a certain reputation.

Brett ejected forward and grabbed a trembling human, "Let me ask you a question, where is the human trafficking?"

"Here, over there——"

The man was so frightened that he raised his fingers tremblingly.

"Very well, then please lead me the way."

Bright ejected directly with this person in hand.

The faint electric light wrapped around his body caused his speed to surge to the limit, and he rushed straight into the huge mangrove forest like a ray of light.

While speeding forward, Brett took out his phone and dialed.

"Director Bright, where are you now? The auction has started!"

Donald's voice came from the other end of the phone, "But it will still be some time before the mermaids are auctioned. They are the finale."

"It doesn't matter if you are really too late. My friends and I borrowed a lot of money. I am lucky that no Celestial Dragons came here this time. I can try to bid."

"I'll go to the human trafficking center right away. You come out of it first."

Brett said so.

"Uh, okay, I understand."

Donald didn't ask why and just hung up the phone.

The man held by Bright's hand widened his eyes.

Is this guy here to rescue the captured mermaid?

How dare he? Even if there are no Tianlong people coming, the people attending the auction now are the rich and nobles from all over the world.

Madman, what a madman!

Brett could hear this guy's voice, but there was no need to pay attention.

He was just accelerating, constantly accelerating, and even added armed colors to his legs. The electric current pushed him to run at full strength, making his figure seem to be flickering in the forest. He was here one second, and he could only be there the next second. I can barely see the back.

It's very close.

Donald listened to Bright's words and immediately came out of the auction house carrying two large boxes. However, he did not leave and was still waiting outside the door of the auction house.

The preliminary preparations have been done, how could you miss the last opportunity to gain favor?

Then he got a call.

"Oh? Have you found them? Are you drinking in the pub? Okay, stabilize them first, and I will bring Director Bright here soon."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Donald saw light flashing in the distance at a terrifying speed.

Donald was so surprised that he just raised his hand to say hello when the light bounced off the ground and shot straight into the air, leaving only a shocked man on the ground.

Donald quickly turned his head and saw the light hitting the auction house from the roof.

Swallowing hard, Donald somewhat understood why Bright wanted him to come out first.

The sudden fall interrupted the ongoing auction.

In the smoke, Bright shook his legs. There was already a mess around his feet. Many men and women had already fainted because they thought they were blown away by the impact of the fall.

He could hear a lot of voices like "What happened?" "The roof exploded?" "I seemed to suddenly see someone falling down!"

But these were not the sounds he wanted to hear.

Brett let go of his feelings.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

Brett walked out of the smoke in a daze, his steps even staggering a little.

In front of him was a beautifully decorated stage. On the stage was a well-dressed man with a look of astonishment. He was holding a microphone, and beside him was a naked and beautiful woman kneeling, but she was wearing a collar around her neck.

"who are you?"

The host holding the microphone asked loudly.

Brett flicked his hand, and a water droplet shot out, directly piercing the host's chest, and the guy's body was also knocked out.

There was a moment of silence in the entire venue.

Then.

"Killing people!!"

"Guards!! Where are the guards?"

"Damn it, notify the navy! Don't disturb me from buying mermaids!"

"I feel completely defeated. Let's catch this guy too! He looks like he has some strength. He should be a very good slave!"

"It looks a bit handsome if you look carefully. It will be great to torture, right?"

Brett can hear all kinds of sounds.

Anger, greed, fear, and murderous intent came from seats in all directions.

But the harsher sound came from behind the stage.

Despair, fear, pain, and even deathly silence.

It's howling, it's shouting.

It was like falling into a bottomless abyss, far away from all light, and all that could be heard was the last desperate cry.

Brother Tiger, have you ever made such a sound?

Did the compatriots on the ship also make such noises at that time?

Do many humans even make such sounds?

Brett felt like he was surrounded by darkness.

This darkness is the malice of mankind.

“It’s so noisy!!!”

Suddenly, Brett roared angrily.

The wind suddenly started blowing up in the relatively closed venue, and the wind spread around Bright.

The bidders who were either still cursing or preparing to leave turned their eyes white when the wind hit them, and passed out with foam at the mouth.

Brett gasped.

It seems that I have awakened some incredible power.

But now is not the time to care.

Brett walked down the aisle between the seats, casually took off his clothes, and threw them onto the woman who was also unconscious on the stage.

There is a fiery red sun pattern on his chest.

It is the sun that illuminates the darkness.

Jumping onto the stage and kicking the wall open, Brett entered the back of the stage.

It has become quiet here, and many people with collars around their necks and handcuffs and shackles on their hands have also passed out.

But there were still a few people who were not unconscious, and they looked at Bright in shock.

Brett ignored them and searched for a while in the background, and soon found the mermaids locked in four large fish tanks.

The four children still had expressions of fear on their faces, and they also had collars around their necks.

Small, slender, and thin, there are still marks left by the whip.

Brett pursed his lips.

Anyway, let’s rescue them first.

When Brett reached out and was about to break the fish tank, he suddenly remembered.

The collars around their necks seem to explode.

So what should we do?

Do you want to find the key first?

"You seem to need help, little brother?"

A voice came from behind.

Brett turned around.

What caught his eye was a hale and hearty old man with almost white hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a vertical scar on his right eye.

Brett's eyes widened.

"Hades, Rayleigh?"