Pirates: Invincible at the beginning

The Grand Line, a certain unknown sea area.

A luxuriously decorated three-masted cruise ship was quickly sailing forward, escorted by two giant warships from the navy headquarters on the left and right.

At the top of the cruise ship, a flag with a gorgeous golden shield in the center was fluttering in the wind.

At a glance, you can tell that this ship is not a pirate ship, let alone a merchant ship.

On the bow deck of the luxury cruise ship, a teenage boy wearing gorgeous clothes was riding on a naked and muscular man crawling on his knees with excitement on his face.

The strong man's back was covered with a gorgeous thick blanket, while the little kid was sitting on the blanket, holding the rope extending from the man's neck with one hand, and waving the whip in his other hand , legs clamped on both sides of the man, shouting loudly to the front.

Like a heroic knight riding a horse.

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

"drive!"

Every time the child waved his hand, the man beneath him couldn't help but tremble.

But the trembling was not very obvious, so the child didn't feel anything.

After a while, the man's back, exposed areas, and buttocks were covered with blood-red marks, and blood beads were still seeping out from some places.

In fact, these scars are only minor injuries to the man's entire body.

On the man's back and chest, there were even more huge, centipede-shaped wounds that had stuttered.

Although his whole body was covered with scars, there was no pain at all in the man's eyes.

It was as if his body was not his.

Although his body would tremble slightly under the whip of a child, his pupils were as calm as a deep well, gray, numb, and without any emotion.

Whoa! !

Whoa! !

The man's feet and hands were chained, and the heavy chains rubbed against the deck, making a sound like running water.

Although it is gentle, it is particularly harsh in the ears of those who are careful.

It's just that no one on the bow can hear it at this time.

"Your Highness, this mount is okay!"

Next to the man stood a thin man wearing a black butler's suit.

The man bent his waist, raised his head, and said flatteringly to the little boy on the man's back: "This mount was specially left by the king for you. It is said that this guy used to be the guard officer of a small town!"

As he spoke, the butler stretched out his right foot and kicked the man. He lowered his head and looked at the explosive muscles on the man's body, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

He doesn't like strong men and thinks those with muscles are barbarians.

"Guard officer?"

The little boy became interested. He stopped waving the whip in his hand and turned to look at the housekeeper. "Butler, tell me, since this guy is a guard officer, there should be more slaves in their village. Why is he alone?" .”

Hearing this, the man's body paused slightly. A ripple appeared in his stagnant pupils, sparking a glimmer of light. However, when he thought of something, the ripple quickly calmed down and the light disappeared, as if it had never been seen before. It's like it didn't show up.

The housekeeper lowered his head, stared at the man, and kicked the man again.

"This guy's village actually hid a wanted criminal. When the king found out, he demoted all the people in the village into slaves. Of course, everyone else except this guy was sold!"

After saying that, the butler raised his head, looked at the child, and sneered: "Your Highness, you said this guy is funny enough. He actually wanted to resist. After being caught, he was severely punished by the king for a long time, so he became honest."

"Oh……"

The little boy's interest came and went even faster. He was only interested in slaves. When he heard that there were no other slaves, he immediately lost interest.

He turned his head and continued to swing the whip.

Snapped--!

……

The housekeeper looked at the child's back, then lowered his head and looked at the man, with an inexplicable smile flashing in his eyes.

Of course not all slaves were sold!

His Highness was still too young for some matters, and he did not dare to talk to His Highness in private about women's matters without the king's permission.

……

Below the deck, in a luxurious room, a group of people wearing gorgeous clothes were standing behind a middle-aged man wearing a crown.

They were all staring at the big carousel in front of them with excitement.

"I guess it's the head this time."

A fat man withdrew his gaze, turned to stare at the back of the man wearing the crown, and flattered loudly: "With His Majesty's accuracy, this sword will definitely hit."

"Hahaha! You don't need to tell me that the king's throwing skills are the best in the country!"

The crowd immediately responded loudly.

Their Majesty the King was seen staring ahead with a crazy face, raising the knife in his hand and throwing it forward with all his strength.

Whoosh-!

The flying knife moves forward quickly.

puff--!

He inserted it without hesitation, and the arm of the masked man in front was tied to the big turntable.

"what……"

The extreme pain caused the masked man to scream.

"Hahahahaha...I missed the shot!"

The king turned his head and listened to the shouts of the masked man, as if he was hearing the most beautiful sound in the world. His eyes flashed with morbid pleasure and his face flushed.

"Bring the knife."

The maid kneeling next to him quickly knelt forward and raised the tray in her hand.

The tray was filled with knives.

"Haha!! The turntable must have moved just now, so the king missed the shot. He will definitely hit it this time."

"Mmmmmmm!!"

Everyone nodded quickly.

The king reached for a knife and threw it away without even taking aim.

Whoosh-!

"what……"

This knife still missed.

Hearing the cry, the joy in the king's eyes became heavier.

"kill me."

The man on the turntable could no longer endure this extreme torture, so he leaned forward and struggled wildly.

"Kill me, I beg you to kill me."

"what……"

"wanna die!"

The king and ministers looked at the man on the turntable with crazy eyes and flushed faces.

"We are still far from where we are now!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The king stretched out his hand, continued to take the knife, and continued to shoot.

After a while, the man's body was covered with knives, and his screams became smaller and smaller. Finally, he could no longer scream, shrugged his head, and fell limply on the turntable.

puff--!

Another knife was inserted into the man's thigh.

This time there was no shouting, and the madness in everyone's eyes receded.

"It's boring."

The king put down the knife in his hand, turned around, walked through the passage behind him and walked towards the door.

"Let's go to the next show."

The guards waiting on both sides of the turntable stood indifferently from beginning to end. It wasn't until the king put down the knife in his hand that they quickly untied the man on the turntable, and then lifted him up like a man. Like a dead dog, he quickly walked out of the room.

Obviously, they have long been accustomed to such scenes.

The movements are professional and skillful.

After the guard walked out of the room, the maid in the room quickly picked up the water basin on the side, knelt on the ground, and skillfully cleaned up the blood on the ground.

After a while, the luxurious room returned to its original appearance, as if such an inhumane thing had never happened here before.

But from the strong smell of blood that kept coming from the room, you could tell that what just happened was not an illusion.

And this room is just one of the rooms in this ship.

Exiting the room was a brightly lit corridor, and in the corridor were more rooms.

And each room represents a program.

I saw the king leading the ministers out of the room just now, hesitating in the corridor for a moment, and then, without hesitation, opened a door and walked in.

The room was pitch black, like a door to hell.

The king and ministers are obviously not heroes who came to defeat the devil.

The door is closed.

After a while, another scream came from inside, but this time it was no longer a man's voice, but a female voice.

……