Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The two men were so angry that they were beaten.

"Come here, catch her!"

Sildes Saint laughed triumphantly and gave orders to his two CP guards.

"No, don't..."

The little girl's eyes were swollen from crying. She looked at the two men in suits who were walking towards her step by step and struggled to retreat in fear.

The two CP members came forward expressionlessly, grabbed the little girl's hands and shoulders, and their movements were extremely rough. Regardless of her dying cry, they soon left blood marks on the little girl's arms.

The other civilians kneeling on the ground couldn't bear to turn their heads away, not daring to look at this cruel scene.

Gion and other navy officers stood there with sullen faces. Their inner anger almost burned their bodies, but their hands and feet seemed to be filled with cement, so heavy that they could not move.

Darren took a deep breath,

"Lord Shields Saint..."

"What's wrong, Governor Darren, do you have any opinion on my decision?" Shields Saint interrupted Darren with a mocking expression, staring at him with a smile.

Darren's eyes gradually narrowed, but a smile that was even more enthusiastic than before suddenly appeared on his face.

"Of course not, it is her luck that Lord Shields Saint can take a fancy to her, and it is also the glory of the people of the North Sea."

"It's just that I'm afraid that the two subordinates of the Lord may hurt your wife, so I want to help the Lord."

After saying this, Darren's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next second he appeared in front of the little girl.

Without seeing any movement from him, the two CP members felt an invisible force pushing them away.

Darren waved his hand casually, and a CP member's long sword flew out from his waist, twisting into liquid metal in midair, most of which quickly solidified into shackles, entangled the little girl's hands and feet.

The remaining metal condensed into a gag, sealing the little girl's mouth, and her crying stopped abruptly.

Only a pair of terrified eyes with tears were exposed.

Darren took a step forward, half squatted, looked at the little girl's hateful eyes, and said expressionlessly:

"It is your honor to serve the great Lord Shields Saint."

He took the little girl's hand and brought the latter, who had a desperate and dull look in her eyes, to Shields Saint.

"Sir, this way, your journey will be at least a little quieter."

Sir, Saint glanced at Darren and suddenly laughed again:

"Hahahaha!! Interesting!! Interesting!! You are such an interesting navy man!!"

He looked at Darren with admiration and amusement.

"You are very good, Darren... I will say a few good words for you to those old men in the government."

In the eyes of countless civilians with resentment and hatred, Darren bowed slightly and smiled:

"Thank you, sir."

"Hahaha..." Sir, Saint laughed again, "Then, let's set off and return."

As he finished speaking, a CP member came over swiftly, crawling on the ground on all fours like a tamed and loyal hound.

Sir directly stepped on his back and left in the direction of the port with a domineering attitude.

Another CP member also followed the little girl who was in a state of dismay and seemed to have lost her mind due to fear.

"No... don't..."

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was stunned.

The little girl's father trembled and climbed up from the blood-stained ground with difficulty, and stretched out his hand in despair towards the direction where the Celestial Dragons were going away.

As if he wanted to grab something.

But he couldn't grab anything after all.

Gion looked sad and walked over to help him up.

"I'm sorry..."

She whispered.

She didn't dare to look at the man's heartbroken eyes.

Seeing that the team escorting the Celestial Dragons had boarded the gorgeous official ship, then set sail and quickly disappeared on the sea.

The man's blood-stained face suddenly pulled a stiff smile.

That smile, the sadness, despair, absurdity... It was unbearable to look at.

"Leah might live a good life..."

Gion said something comforting that she herself didn't believe,

"You should live well too--"

Suddenly, the man slammed his head against the wall of the building.

"Bang!"

Blood splashed on Gion's face.

She felt her vision become very blurred, as if occupied by the dazzling red color, and everything in sight seemed to be upside down, like hell.

She vaguely saw the man's blood, constantly flowing down the snow-white wall of the city government that was painted to welcome the Celestial Dragons.

Blood red and snow white, intertwined into distorted colors in her world.

That dull collision echoed in her mind over and over again... buzzing.

Panicked screams, voices calling for doctors, curses, footsteps... broke the dead silence of the street.

"Hurry up and save him!"

"He's still alive!!"

"He can still be saved!!"

"..."

Gion knelt there blankly, his body powerless.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a beautiful and blooming rose.

The thorns of the rose pierced the flesh in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed out.

But she was completely unaware.

‘Live well’…

She suddenly realized that her words of comfort were so absurd.

The little girl’s mother had died of illness, and the man’s only love was her.

And now she was taken away by the Celestial Dragons.

This man with his hands covered in mud, from this moment on, was left alone.

What reason and courage did he have to live?

In a trance,

she recalled the words she had said to the little girl again.

‘Don’t worry, sister is a navy, to protect you…’

‘Of course, this is the navy’s responsibility. ’

Gion suddenly trembled all over.

She raised her head and looked at the sky blankly.

The sky was gloomy and dark, and the light seemed to be covered by something.

Boom——!!

A thunder roared from the dark clouds.

Snowflakes fell gently like goose feathers.

“It’s snowing…it’s still midsummer…”

She murmured blankly.

In the year 1492 of the Haiyuan calendar, the first snow in decades fell on the tropical island of Bardia in the North Sea.

The not-so-cold snowflakes fell on Gion.

She turned her head blankly and looked at the silent back of the North Sea Admiral not far away. Her brain seemed to be frozen and she lost all her ability to think.

In a trance,

she suddenly understood.

She finally understood what the Warring States General said.

"This sea... is too vast. The light of the righteous seagull flag cannot shine into all the dark, dirty and gloomy corners."

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