The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates

Whether it's Rossi and Dover or the Torrepol quartet, for them the battle is over.

But for the ordinary people affected by their battles, the problems are just beginning.

At the junction of the garbage disposal area and the port area, two buildings are slowly being reduced to ruins amidst fireworks.

One is the warehouse of the factory, but fortunately there is no storage of goods.

But the other one was a simple residential house, and the wooden building allowed the flames to spread outward.

"Quick, put out the fire!!"

"Personnel, is anyone injured—"

Men, women, old and children are carrying buckets of seawater and rushing back and forth, trying to put out the fire.

The young man who poured water on his body rushed into the flames and rescued the trapped people and valuables. Although he was covered in black smoke, at least:

"The old Polkins are all here, and there are no casualties."

"Huh...huh...,"

The white-haired old man dropped the wooden barrel in his hand, and slowly sat down while leaning against the wall next to him.

"People safe is good···"

He was 'Old Polkin', a laborer who was no longer able to do heavy work.

"Grandpa, but our home is gone!"

The boy next to him clenched his fists angrily. He is the old man's grandson 'Little Polkin'.

The boy is in the grade full of enthusiasm, how could he accept the fact that his 'home' is gone so easily?

"I will never forgive the bastards who blew up our house!"

"There, Polkin."

A middle-aged man in gray and black and wearing a vest came over and patted the boy on the shoulder.

He is little Polkin's uncle, and he was once young, so he naturally understands his nephew's feelings. But after stepping into the society, the middle-aged people have realized that a passion cannot change anything.

"Those guys who made explosions are not something we ordinary people can provoke."

Although middle-aged people have good muscles, this is only a proof of selling labor in the factory. What's more, he is really old at the top and young at the bottom, and the two families count on him to support their families.

It is already a 'luxury' idea for middle-aged people to go all out in a fit of anger.

"Uncle, you are too cowardly!"

"I saw the faces of those guys, I must ask them to get it back—"

"say no more,"

Covering the boy's mouth, the middle-aged man looked around vigilantly. Although there were neighbors who helped put out the fire, there were still passers-by watching.

If there are people from both sides of the battle among these people, and they believe what the nephew said, they will definitely strike first. At that time, the two of them may not even be able to continue living in this town.

what,

Counting on the Sheriff?

Stop talking, those 'black skins' work to protect the rich people in the upper city.

Even if the coolies in the garbage disposal area died, it would be nothing more than a line in the paperwork.

only···

The middle-aged man looked up at the house that had been burned into ruins, his eyes were full of reconciliation.

My own father, and the home that he and his elder brother had worked so hard to save for more than ten years, were easily burned to the ground by the aftermath of the battles of those 'strong men'.

Especially the eldest brother, who was burnt to coke by the blast furnace that exploded in the factory.

The home burned down and had to be rebuilt. I just don't know how long it will take this time...

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment in his heart, but what can he do as an ordinary person?

Just when the middle-aged man was helplessly sad, the nephew in his arms suddenly exerted strength, broke free from his hands and rushed out——

"and many more!"

The boy named Polkin stood in front of two passing children, his eyes were full of anger.

"I remember your faces, the ones who burned my house down!"

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"Don't be careless,"

"Although several leaders of the opponent were injured in the explosion, there should be many ordinary members."

On the ship, the wound was cleaned with alcohol, the medicine was bandaged, changed, and the gunpowder was replenished. Rossi and Dover, who were fully armed, were ready to set off to find trouble with the "four suits" family.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Although the strength of Rossi and Dover is no longer comparable to that of "normal" children, they are still flesh and blood after all. They will bleed when they are cut by knives, and they will be injured when they are hit by lead bullets. Caution is still necessary.

So when they had just walked to the previous battlefield, they were stopped by a young man who rushed up suddenly, and subconsciously put their hands on their waists at the same time.

"and many more!"

The boy who only wore a vest stood in front of the two of them, his eyes were full of anger.

"I remember your faces, the ones who burned my house down!"

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For the boy who suddenly stopped in front of the two, Rossi glanced at the burning ruins of the house next to him, and he knew it clearly.

But Dover raised his eyebrows, and the cold murderous aura began to spread.

"so what?"

"you--"

Snapped,

Before the boy could say any more 'hard-faced' words, a big hand landed on top of his head and pressed down hard.

"terribly sorry!"

"My bastard is ignorant, please forgive me..."

The boy whose head was pinned struggled to shake off his uncle's hand, holding his head stubbornly.

"It's not me who's wrong, it's them—?!"

A black gun was pointed at the boy, and the rest of his words were blocked in his throat.

In many things, it is never right or wrong, but whose fist is bigger.

"grown ups!"

Facing the gun, the middle-aged man was anxious, and instinctively pulled the boy behind him and opened his arms.

"Uncle, get out of the way!"

In the next second, the middle-aged man was pushed away by the young man behind him.

"It's what I said, what's coming at me!"

The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but there was a trace of remorse mixed with his anger.

Facing the strong, pure 'justice' and 'courage' are just the way to death.

In an instant, the boy was about to splatter five steps with blood.

"Dover, come on."

Rossi reached out to stop Dover from pulling the trigger, although Dover's behavior is the norm in this world:

have opinions?

Ask about the knife and gun in my hand first!

But for Rossi, things didn't have to be this way.

"About our previous battle, which affected your family, I'm sorry."

With one sentence, the uncles and nephews who were scrambling to block were stunned, and even the white-haired old man who had just got up beside him stopped.

Rossi stepped forward directly and took out a stack of Baileys.

"Here is half a million,"

In an instant, the eyes of the people on the entire street lit up, revealing a green light.

"It's not much, but it should be enough to tide over the difficulties. But—"

Rossi took a serious look at the boy opposite him: wearing a thin vest, his malnourished face showed a stubbornness that was fearless.

"Your name is?"

"... Polkin, everyone calls me Little Polkin."

Most civilians do not have surnames.

"The chief culprit who burned down your house was Torrebol, the leader of the 'Four Suits Family'."

Although it was Rossi who 'ignited the fire', it was indeed Torrebol's Devil Fruit ability that burned down the two buildings.

And when the words "four-suit family" and "Torrepol" came out of Rossi's mouth, the faces of the people around him changed again and again, making Rossi secretly nod in his heart.

Well, it seems that those four guys are not unknown in this area.

"Now, we're going to trouble them."

Stretching out his hand, he handed a thick stack of five hundred thousand Baileys to Polkin.

"Since you have the courage to stand in front of us, you don't mind being our guide, do you?"

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"Polkin, don't answer!!"

Faced with this sum of money that could instantly change their family's plight, the expressions of the middle-aged man and the white-haired old man changed drastically.

brush,

Facing Bailey handed over by Rossi, the boy in the vest took it without hesitation, turned around and stuffed it to the middle-aged man behind him.

"uncle,"

"Grandpa, mother, brother, I'll leave it to you."

The boy is naturally passionate, but he is not an idiot who doesn't know anything when he grows up in this chaotic world. The other party didn't kill him with a single shot, and he was willing to 'compensate', so he Polkin is not ignorant.

What's more, for the teenagers in the garbage disposal area, joining a certain 'family' is also a way to get out of trouble.

Boom!

Facing the two little boys who were younger than him, the boy knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

"Two big brothers, from now on."

"My life is yours!"

In the garbage disposal area of ​​Spedamaruz Town, 100,000 Berries can break anyone's hands and feet, and 500,000 Berries can even buy anyone's life.

Attention, it is anyone's life!

The saying that life is priceless is just a beautiful slogan in any world.

Even in Rossi's previous life, the dignified American president could "open his mind" in the street, the sticky mayor "was shot seven times in the back and was judged to be a suicide", and the various "accidents" that died of dump trucks every year were even worse. There are countless.

As for the world of One Piece, human life is directly 'marked with a price': the amount of the arrest warrant is the proof of the strong.

As for the lives of the weak, they are worthless at all!

"Welcome aboard, Polkin."

After speaking, Rossi turned to look at Dover, and Dover also remembered Rossi's plan to recruit people.

"Let's go, you will be a member of our 'Don Quixote Family' from now on."

Under the unbearable eyes of the middle-aged and old people, the young man stood up and led the way, preparing to go to the residence of the "Family of Four Colors" with Rossi and Dover, as if this trip was a farewell.

"I said, don't make the atmosphere so depressing."

Before setting off, Rossi turned to look at the middle-aged man holding his nephew's "death money".

"What we need are guides, not cannon fodder and combatants. When you have a sad time, you might as well clean up your house, and we will come back for dinner later."