The Pirate Garen

Galen's justice is judged by Galen's sword, determined by Galen's view of good and evil.

But the last sword bearer was Galen himself.

It is a human who holds a sword, which means that whether or not to wield a sword will be subject to human subjective influence.

Therefore, true fairness never exists.

For example, Galen didn't kill Bucky decisively before, not because he didn't think Bucky deserved to die, but because Bucky had "someone behind him".

And in this world that looks at faces, beautiful women will naturally receive preferential treatment.

With Miss. Valentine's bad character and cold-blooded behavior, if another ugly one came over, Galen would give her a set of justice without saying a word.

But now, Galen still shook his head and lamented for this bad woman who was sorry for her appearance:

"what a pity."

However, Miss. Valentine's Day's behavior has crossed the bottom line of Galen's tolerance for beautiful women.

The big sword was finally swung down.

The blood evaporated on the flame of the blade without leaving a trace.

"There are two more."

Galen slowly retracted the great sword, muttering to himself.

He turned around to look for the remaining two fish that slipped through the net, and found one of the targets standing in front of him:

Mr.2 Von Clay.

There were countless tiny bloodstains on his arms, and some red and black burns on his skin, making him look extremely miserable.

And his strange transvestite costume was also scorched black by the flames, which made Feng Klei's only mental attack method that threatened Galen completely gone.

"Didn't you just take the opportunity to escape?"

Galen was not in a hurry to act, but asked the enemy who still dared to stand in front of him with great interest:

"You should know you can't beat me."

"Hahaha"

Feng Klei let out an exaggerated laugh.

The distorted expression coupled with the ugly facial features, even without the heavy make-up of the ladyboy, still made the eyes of the careless Galen hot.

But Feng Klei performed an exaggerated ballet movement in circles before finally answering Galen's question:

"I'm a new human who adheres to the 'way of the monster'!"

"I won't be afraid of a stinky man like you!"

Even though he had expected it, Galen couldn't help but cover his face and spit out:

"What the hell is the way of a shemale?"

"What happened in this world that this kind of Taoism can be handed down?"

Feng Kelei's eyes lit up, and he explained with a strange smile:

"Boy, the so-called transvestite way is"

"enough."

Galen interrupted Feng Klei's nonsense without mercy, and pointed to the sea again:

There was a little girl with braids, a little red hat, a sketching toolbox, and wet and messy clothes, struggling to escape to the open sea by paddling a broken ship plank.

"If you want to delay time, you have to talk about some skills?"

Galen said a little depressed:

"How could I be interested in what you taught me about the 'way of a monster'!"

"you!"

Feng Klei's expression froze immediately, and then he reacted immediately:

"Shemale boxing, shemale sword!"

The muscles in his legs burst out with a huge force in an instant, and a big hairy leg exposed to the outside suddenly accelerated and slashed from below, tearing the air like a sharp blade, and heading straight for Galen's chest cut off.

Galen didn't pay attention to this leg, but the hair on this leg made Galen's scalp numb with horror.

"shave!"

Galen was so frightened by the hair on his leg that he could touch it that he even used the sixth navy style.

However, Feng Kelei's offensive did not stop at all, and that terrifying big hairy leg came biting like a poisonous snake.

When life and death are at stake, Galen must not hold back.

So he smashed Feng Klei's leg with a big sword, causing Feng Klei, who attacked violently and clung to Galen, to collapse to the ground in pain.

"so close."

After ensuring safety, Galen still had lingering fears.

But Feng Kelei didn't care about his own injuries, and shouted loudly to Miss. Golden Week who was desperately paddling a sampan on the sea in the distance to escape:

"Row faster! I can't hold it any longer!"

The voice spread far away, and then clearly reached Miss. Golden Week's ears.

Her petite body trembled slightly, and the movements of her hands stopped involuntarily.

"Go!"

Feng Klei urged again hoarsely.

Miss. The Golden Week finally seemed to have made up its mind, and it tried its best to paddle far away.

But she has small hands and short hands, and she is a painter with insufficient strength. No matter how hard she tries, she can't get up fast. The broken wooden board carrying Miss. Golden Week is as slow as a tortoise in Galen's eyes.

No matter Galen was not in a hurry to chase after Miss. Golden Week, he just said to Feng Klei who collapsed on the ground:

"Is she your friend?"

"no."

Feng Klei is also happy to delay some more time with words:

"I don't have a partner relationship with her, I just met twice at the meeting of the work club."

"Then you still give up your life to help her?"

Galen asked puzzled.

Feng Kelei's scorched face was filled with firmness, and he just replied seriously:

"Miss. Golden Week is different from us."

"We are all professional killers who deserve more than a death penalty, and she is just a young painter who has gone astray."

"She didn't deserve to die here."

Feng Kelei struggled to get up from the floor again, using his blood-stained legs to support his already riddled body:

"I helped her not because of friendship, but because I wanted to help."

"If you want to kill her, beat me first!"

"kindness"

Galen pondered for a moment, but turned his gaze over Feng Klei to Miss. Golden Week who was still struggling to escape on the distant sea.

With a sudden step on his feet, he moved at a high speed, and then leaped into the sky with the recoil force of the air.

Feng Klei only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Galen's figure turned into a phantom and disappeared from his eyes.

Feng Klei suddenly turned around, and was shocked to find that Galen was stepping on the air and chasing Miss. Golden Week, who was fleeing in the distance.

Miss. Golden Week is just a weak young girl after all, no matter how hard she tried to prop up her oars, she couldn't get rid of Galen who came stepping on the moon.

Soon, Galen grabbed Miss. Golden Week's petite body like an eagle catching a chick, and brought her back to the boat in the opposite direction.

The three-no girl, Miss. Golden Week, was naturally cold-tempered. Even when Galen held her, she only showed a little bit of panic from the corners of her eyes, and she didn't cry or beg or yell.

And her reaction like this made this young artist, who was almost like a schoolgirl, look even more pitiful.

Looking at the girl captured by Galen, Feng Klei hammered the floor feebly, and tears kept falling on the ground.

And Robin, who had been hiding on the sidelines, couldn't help standing up, frowning slightly, and persuaded Galen in a deep voice:

"Galen, that's enough!"

"You've killed enough people."

Galen glanced at Robin slightly, but asked back:

"This ship is only this big, it's impossible for you not to see the little girl who took the opportunity to escape."

"It seems that you are not as loyal to me as you said?"

Robin's expression froze, and his gaze towards Galen also became a little flinching.

Robin didn't understand why Galen had to kill those senior agents, but such Galen made her faintly vigilant and afraid like facing Crocodile.

And Galen's somewhat embarrassing question made Robin even more nervous.

Robin suddenly worried that the "death knight" in front of him accepted her just as a cover, and his real purpose was to catch her and all the senior agents in one go, so as to satisfy his perverted bloodthirsty desire.

But just when the tension in Robin's heart was about to be uncontrollable, Galen, who had just been murderous, suddenly laughed:

"what are you worried about?"

"I'm not the kind of murderer who kills people indiscriminately. How could I attack a girl who hasn't graduated from elementary school?"

"you"

Robin hesitated to speak, but just glanced at the fresh corpses on the boat.

"Those are enemies, professional killers, and there is no wrongdoing in death."

Galen explained seriously, and then glanced at the little girl Miss. Golden Week who was carrying a bag in her hand and said:

"Besides, I have always given preferential treatment to cute girls."

"this"

Robin pursed his lips, and said with a strange expression:

"Miss. Miss Valentine doesn't think so."

"I've already been treated favorably."

Galen said solemnly:

"If she was ugly, I wouldn't say a word of nonsense to her."

"so."

Galen put Miss. Golden Week in his hand firmly on the ground, looked at Robin and said:

"You still have time now, tell me some reasons why I don't kill people."

Miss. Golden Week's petite body trembled slightly, she couldn't calm down at such a critical moment.

Looking at Miss. Golden Week, shivering like a kitten in front of him, Galen's murderous intentions have already been withdrawn:

He wasn't so mad that he wanted to take a big sword to chop a stumbled girl who might not even be fourteen years old. At most, he would just send her to reform through labor.

"she"

And Robin just racked his brains to organize the vocabulary, and the last sentence he choked out was:

"She's just a kid."

Galen's expression froze:

"Don't say that."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to resist beating people."

Because the question of whether to kill or not is so entangled that I am stuck ==The next chapter is not finished and I will post it at night, so I will post this chapter first.