Pirates: The Strongest Justice

New World, Red Forth.

It's approaching evening.

The red-haired pirates, who had just finished collecting supplies from an island, were hugging each other and holding hands around a large burning bonfire.

Above the blazing flames, huge pieces of meat were skewered, and the rich aroma of meat overflowed.

This is a campfire feast.

"Hey! Captain, what are you doing sitting there alone?"

Jesus Bu, who had a much mature look, shouted to Shanks in the middle of the crowd, holding the beer that smelled of wheat high in his hand, and a trace of drunkenness appeared on his yellowed face.

"Huh? Hahahahaha!! Of course I'll wait until you're drunk before you eat all the barbecue!"

Shanks was stunned, quietly suppressed the shock in his arms, picked up the wine barrel next to him, and strode towards the direction of Jesus' cloth.

"Let me get you drunk first today!"

"Hahahaha! Boss, you are so insidious!"

"Boss, why do you think the same as me? Are you secretly paying attention to me? Hahahahaha!"

pat--!

After passing the crowd, Shanks suddenly stopped and looked at Beckman, who had always remained calm, "Hey! It's boring to drink alone, let's drink together! Beckman?"

As he spoke, he hugged Beckman and ordered others to lift the barrel, dragging it while shouting that he would not return until he was drunk.

"Hahahaha! Boss, is he going to challenge us all by himself?"

"If nothing else, we may not be as good as you, boss, in terms of strength, but in terms of drinking ability, don't even think about beating us!"

A group of pirates cheered.

The pirates who can board the Red Forth must at least be approved by Shanks.

Moreover, the red-haired pirate ship's usual style is to be relaxed and humorous, so when having a banquet, other people don't care whether you are the captain or vice-captain.

It depends on whether you can get it done or not, then you're done.

"I'm not convinced by this, cheers!!"

Shanks looked unconvinced and picked up the wine barrels in his hand and knocked them over one by one. The clear wine spilled out and fell on the deck, and the rich aroma of wine continued to penetrate his nostrils.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The bright moon hangs high in the deep night sky, and stars are dotted around.

The sea breeze passed by, taking away the aroma of wine.

On the wide deck, hundreds of people were lying in place without exception.

Snorings came and went, and whispers of curses continued to come from his sleep.

A figure suddenly got up, tiptoed through the crowd, shook his slightly confused head, and came to a deserted corner of the ship.

The Red Foss is very large, and the distance from bow to stern is enough to cover up any sound. After all, it was built by the giants, and it was completely designed according to their height and shape.

The moonlight fell on the figure, revealing a head of dark red hair facing the salty sea breeze.

Shanks took out two phone bugs from his arms, a normal phone bug and a white anti-tapping phone bug.

Finger flicking, a series of numbers were typed out, and soon a hoarse voice came.

"Hey?"

"It's me, what do you want from me?" Shanks asked with a frown.

He really didn't want to be associated with this group of people, but he couldn't escape the restrictions of this identity.

"I understand your situation, and now I'll give you a task -"

The voice suddenly became serious, "Become the new emperor of the sea! This sea needs balance!"

"The navy's momentum is too strong, and I'm afraid it may have unwanted thoughts. Something must have happened to the Big Mom Pirates. Their presence has not been very strong recently."

Shanks looked far away and pondered for a moment, "What do you want me to do?"

Although his position is slightly deviated, he still agrees with the actions of those guys.

This sea needs salvation. Before salvation comes, it is better to maintain the necessary balance.

Although he did not meet the legendary child of destiny as Roger said, he did not want the world to become a mess before the prophecy came true.

"Very good, it seems you haven't forgotten the blood in your body."

The voice coming from the phone bug was somewhat comforting.

Although I did not grow up under their education, I have that kind of blood flowing in my body, and I naturally have a certain sense of belonging to them.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to see the sea fall into chaos."

Shanks snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Although he was taken out of that place by Captain Roger, he had grown up on the ship and was really not interested in becoming a descendant of the so-called Creator.

"Do you want to betray the noble blood in your body? Some people take the initiative to ask for their father's head, but they can only leave in embarrassment."

"We took the initiative to invite you, but you refused repeatedly? If you hadn't come from that place..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was annoyed.

The Valley of the Gods has always been the core of the Tianlong people.

"You don't need to remind me. When the time comes, I will naturally ascend to the throne of emperor."

Click——! !

Shanks had no intention of continuing the argument and hung up the phone bluntly.

World Government…

His eyes were filled with coldness, and the playfulness of the past was completely gone. He subconsciously touched Griffin at his waist, but he breathed a handful of air.

Shanks' expression suddenly stiffened, and the aura he had just maintained was gone.

Griffin seems to be still at the Navy Headquarters...

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An island in the East China Sea.

Under the scorching sunshine, a huge parasol stood on the beach, surrounded by enthusiastic girls in bikinis. The beautiful scenery kept swaying as they ran, attracting the attention of a large group of men, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones.

An old man with a broken arm, sunglasses covering half of his face hung on the bridge of his nose, and the corner of his eye kept wandering back and forth.

"Wipe the saliva, Rayleigh."

Xia Qi, who was wearing a swimsuit, walked over. Looking at Lei Li's increasingly perverted expression, she reminded him calmly.

"Huh? Okay."

Reilly subconsciously raised his arm and wiped it from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, his whole body stiffened and his arms were hanging in the air. Then he smiled and said, "There's no need to drool, haha~~"

boom--! !

Xia Qi sneered and threw a dark shadow into Reilly's arms. Her words were a little tasteful, "You think I'm blind. This is Jabba's phone call."

"Jabba?"

Riley was stunned, put away his playful smile, stood up suddenly, and answered the phone bug in his hand.

The situation was urgent at that time. The two of them were separated in the current, and Jabba's limbs were severed. Whether he could survive was another question.

As Rayleigh, who personally brought the old guys into this war, it was impossible not to feel guilty.

"Hello! I'm Rayleigh."

His voice was trembling, and he tried his best to control his emotions.

"Do one thing for me, Rayleigh!"

Jabba's bold voice came out.

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The land of giants, Elbaf.

The coast was hit by huge waves, and huge, dark-skinned humans were walking, causing strong vibrations on the ground.

The most eye-catching thing is a huge tree towering into the sky.

——Baoshu Adam!

If you want to build a powerful ship, this is one of the indispensable materials. It is almost sold at sky-high prices in the black market, and it is even the kind that has a price but no market.

Around the treasure tree, the giants sat cross-legged in a circle, leaving a large open space with Adam as the center.

Today is the giant kingdom’s festival.

On the high platform not far away, there was a man who was also tall, but his clothes were somewhat luxurious, with a golden crown on his head, sitting on the throne.

Giant King——Fabuti! !

"The preliminaries for the festival have begun, and the winner can make a modest request to me."

The Giants are a very warlike race, and anything they can solve with their fists is no big deal. For them, the glory of the Giants is engraved in their bones.

The political power of the Giant Kingdom is very interesting. The king does not have the power to make a single decision, and the Presbyterian Council is also one of the ruling classes.

But these are just the surface. Giant warriors who advocate force, if they encounter something from above, who cares about the Council of Elders, just fight directly.

Bang——! ! !

A giant suddenly jumped into the middle of the field, splashing a lot of dust, and punched the air with his bare hands, triggering bursts of air explosions.

"I'll go first, whoever wants to come out and compare with me!"

When the surrounding giants saw this, they all started shouting excitedly.

"Ymir! It's Ymir. There is no doubt about this guy's power!"

"He is a very powerful warrior and has been the leader of the festival for several times."

The lifespan of the giants is quite long, and their concept of time is not clear. However, Ymir is not young at all, equivalent to a middle-aged person in the giants, but his status is always unbreakable.

Just because of the great strength.

This guy is only slightly younger than Aoi and Tori.

"I'll meet you!"

A figure strode out and said in an angry voice.

"It's Hela!! One of the best young warriors in recent years!"

"Does he want to impact Ymir's status?"

"I guess it's to marry Ramil. After all, I can make a request to the Council of Elders and the King! Hahahaha!"

Seeing the giant standing out, everyone looked at him in surprise.

"What do you want to compete in? Wrestling? Weightlifting? Or...strength?"

Ymir grinned.

For the giants, fighting is sacred. Once the method is decided, it will never be changed. As long as the winner is not determined, it will never stop.

Just like the battle between Tori and Aoki.

"Strength, the most direct and most passionate battle!"

Hela said in a deep voice, grabbing a stone pillar from the side and placing it in the middle of the two people.

With her knees slightly bent and her elbows resting on the edge, Hela stared at Ymir, "Come on!"

Arm wrestling!

The simplest, direct, and brutal way to duel.

"I like!"

Ymir grinned, assumed the same posture, and held Hela's palms tightly together.

ps. I still have a thousand words to go. I’ll finish it tomorrow. I can’t hold it anymore and I still have to go to work.