The Glory of the Pirates

Chapter 75 Overlord, Rayleigh
Mary Joa.

"It's really troublesome, this kind of thing should alarm us?"

The bearded Wu Laoxing rubbed his forehead, "But it's not worthwhile to fall out with Murloc Island just because of a few slaves."

"The Tianlong people have already got the news,"

The blond-haired Wu Laoxing said, "I asked someone to temporarily prevaricate them with the reason of the equipment problem. I hope that bastard will move faster. Really, he dared to threaten us."

"But I think that if the Celestial Dragons really had conflicts in the past, that guy Brett might not have any hesitation or scruples."

The bald-headed Wu Laoxing said coldly, "The situation will only get worse then."

"In the final analysis, I'm still too conniving with those guys." The bearded Wu Laoxing shook his head, "I can't help you with anything other than dragging your feet."

"But they are the source of our power."

The five old stars with long beards said calmly.

The five old stars were silent.

The descendants of the twenty kings who formed the world government in the past 800 years are the Tianlong people. In order to commend the achievements of the former kings, the current situation in which the Tianlong people dominate the world has come into being.

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

"Speaking of which, that human trafficking office seems to be owned by that bastard Doflamingo, right?"

Chambord Islands.

Bright stood on the land of this island for 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, Brett's appearance was very close to that of a human.

"Wait, it seems that this guy is a murloc!!"

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

"Murloc? Hahaha, although being a murloc is not very valuable, but—" Someone immediately approached Brett with a strange smile.

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

Brett shook the water off his hand, "It's so noisy."

"That, that guy is!!"

Finally, someone recognized Bright.

"The murlocs who killed Radley and Auriel last year!! The catastrophe of the deep sea on that murloc island!!"

After all, Bright is also a person who has appeared in newspapers, so he still has a certain reputation.

Brett ejected forward and grabbed a trembling human being, "Ask me, where is the human trafficking?"

"There, over there—"

The man was terrified and raised his hand tremblingly.

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

Brett carried this and that person and ejected directly.

The faint electric light wrapped around his body made his speed soar 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 it.

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

Donald's voice came from the other end of the phone, "However, there should be a while before the mermaids are auctioned. They are the finale."

"It doesn't matter if you are too late. My friends and I have borrowed a lot of money. Fortunately, there are no Tianlong people here this time. I can try to bid."

"I'll go to the human trafficking center right away, you come out first."

Brett said so.

"Um, ok, I see."

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

The eyes of the man held by Brett widened.

Did this guy come here to rescue the captured mermaid?

How dare he, even if there are no Tianlong people present, the nobles and rich people from all over the world are going to participate in the auction now.

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, even adding armed colors to his legs, and the current drove him to run at full speed, making his figure seem to be flickering in the forest. He was still here in the last second, and he could only be there in the next second. Barely see the back.

It's very close.

Donald listened to Brett's words very much, and immediately came out of the auction house with two large boxes, but he did not leave, still waiting outside the auction house.

The preparatory work has been done enough, how can I miss the last chance to get good impressions?

Then he got a call.

"Oh? Have you found it? Drinking in the tavern? Okay, keep them safe first, and I'll bring Director Bright over soon."

Just as he hung up the phone, Donald saw light flickering in the distance, frighteningly fast.

Just as Donald raised his hand in surprise to say hello, the ray of light had bounced off the ground and flew straight into the air, leaving a man in shock on the ground.

Donald quickly turned his head, and saw the ray of light smashing into the auction house from the roof.

Swallowing hard, Donald somewhat understood why Brett let him out first.

The sudden fall interrupted the auction in progress.

Amidst the smoke, Brett shook his legs. There was already a mess around his feet. Many men and women thought that the impact of the fall was blown away and fell into a coma.

He could hear a lot of "What happened?" "The roof blew up?" "I suddenly saw someone fall!"

But these were not the sounds he wanted to hear.

Brett let go of his knowledge.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

Brett stepped out of the smoke in a daze, his steps even staggering a bit.

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

"who are you?"

The host with the microphone asked loudly.

With a flick of Brett's hand, a drop of water shot out, directly piercing the host's chest, and flying out with the guy's body.

There was a moment of silence in the whole venue.

then.

"Murder!!"

"Guards!! Where are the guards?"

"Damn it, notify the Navy! Don't bother me to buy a mermaid!"

"The mood is completely defeated, let's catch this guy too! He looks a little strong, and he should be a very good slave!"

"It's a bit handsome when you look closely, it must be great when you torture it?"

Brett can hear all kinds of voices.

Anger, greed, panic, and killing intent came from the seats in all directions.

However, the harsher sound came from the back of the stage.

Despair, fear, pain, and even death.

It's howling, it's crying.

It's like falling into a bottomless abyss, far away from all light, and what can be heard is only the last cry of despair.

Brother Tiger, have you ever made such a sound?
Did the compatriots on the ship make such a sound at that time?

Are many humans even making such voices?
Brett felt that he was surrounded by darkness.

This darkness is the malice of human beings.

"Noisy!!!"

Suddenly, Brett roared.

Suddenly a wind blew up in the relatively closed venue, and the wind spread around Brett.

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

Brett gasped.

It seems that I have awakened some extraordinary power.

But don't care about this time now.

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

On his chest, there is a fiery red sun pattern.

It is the sun that illuminates the darkness.

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

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

But there were still a few who were not unconscious, and they looked at Brett in astonishment.

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

All four children still had terrified expressions on their faces and collars around their necks.

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

Brett pursed his lips.

Anyway, get them out first.

When Brett reached out to smash the fish tank, he suddenly remembered.

The collars around their necks seemed to explode.

So what to do with this?
Shall I go find the key first?

"You seem to need help, brother?"

A voice came from behind.

Brett turned around.

What came into my eyes was a hale and hearty old man, his hair was almost white, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and there was a vertical scar on his right eye.

Brett's eyes widened.

"Pluto, Raleigh?"

(End of this chapter)