One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

After a few hours of rest in the cabin, Zoren's strength returned to full strength and he walked out of the rest room, stretching.

"How was your rest?"

A strong and straightforward voice came from behind his ears. When he turned around, he saw a middle-aged and elderly vice-captain who happened to be passing by the passage and greeted him cheerfully.

"It's very comfortable." Zoron showed a slight smile, then spread his hands and said helplessly: "But I don't have Bailey with me, can I owe it first?"

"Hahaha, there's no need for that. When we encounter people in distress on the sea, it is our default execution principle to help them."

Having said this, the vice-captain sighed and said: "The world has become increasingly unstable in recent years. Especially when sailing on the sea, the number of deaths is increasing every year."

"You should be talking about pirates alone." Zoron said with a smile, with some deep meaning in his dark eyes.

The current environment is six years into the Great Pirate Age. The wars and chaos are more intense than when Roger, the Pirate King, was still around. There are endless pirate groups that do evil things, so the new generation of pirates in this era is called the worst generation!

In the first half of the sea area of ​​​​the Grand Waterway, due to the superficial patrols and suppression of the naval forces, the deterrence of the impregnable copper wall of the city, and the underground maintenance and assassination of the intelligence organizations, the situation is not so bad that it is uncontrollable. However, in the New World in the second half of the Great Channel, where the geographical environment is extremely extreme, the power of the three parties has been weakened, and it is impossible to compete with the pirate power of the group.

"Yes, even in our East China Sea, which has always been peaceful in the past, it is very common for pirate groups to wreak havoc now."

"That's right." While chatting with the vice-captain, Zoren suddenly remembered something important. He took out the navigation instrument from his pocket and asked: "What island is your ship heading to? I want to go to where the navigation instrument points to the mark." Island, I wonder if you are on your way?"

The deputy captain took the navigation instrument, looked at it, handed it back to him, shook his head and said: "The island you want to go to on the navigation instrument should be Gula Island. It is about a week's sailing time from here. Unfortunately, our ship It’s heading to St. Wang Island, which can be reached in about three days in the opposite direction.”

"In the opposite direction?" Zoron retracted the navigation instrument and felt a slight headache.

The mission issued by the chief instructor was to reach the mission island, namely Gula Island, within half a month. Now more than four days have been wasted, and about eleven days are left. If you follow the merchant ship to St. Wang Island and then get another ship to go to the mission island, it will be impossible to complete it within the limited time.

There is always only one outcome for those who fail to complete the mission, and that is death.

"In this case, the best way is to directly seize the merchant ship, or take hostages, and ask the captain to change direction and forcefully go to Gula Island." Looking at the vice-captain in front of him, Zoran thought about countermeasures with an expressionless face.

Is it worth it to become a villain or oppress a boatload of innocent lives for your own life? If it was Zoron two years ago, he might still be hesitant, but now he is completely cold-blooded and irrational.

"Vice Captain."

Zoran looked at the middle-aged man in front of him indifferently, the murderous intent in his eyes slightly condensed. The experienced vice-captain subconsciously took a half step back, and then froze his body with the coldness of an icehouse.

He sensed the invading aura of a ferocious beast on the young man in front of him!

"Vice Captain, you." Zoren raised his hand. Almost a second before he was about to take action, he changed his mind and shook off the concentrated strength. He shrugged and changed his words: "Can you give me a hand? I’ll prepare dry food for ten days and seal it in a waterproof bag, I’ll use it later.”

"Ah?! Oh! I understand!" Wiping cold sweat, the vice-captain's face turned extremely pale. Looking at Zoran, who had turned back into a harmless and innocent boy, it seemed as if the murderous intent and hostility shown just now were just an illusion.

"I'm going to prepare now!" He said quickly and stumbled towards the cabin granary.

Watching the deputy captain's back disappear, Zoran spread his hands as if mocking himself.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take action because of his conscience, it was just that the ship took him in when he was in a desperate situation where his physical strength was exhausted. For this kindness, Zoron could not act ungratefully.

"Even if my hands are stained with blood and cannot be washed clean, at least the principles and bottom line of human life should be preserved. I should be the most unqualified killer." Muttered to himself, Zoron put on his backpack and went to Walking around on the deck.

As noon approaches, the sun shines even brighter, spreading its brilliance without extravagance.

Zoren walked to the wooden railing at the stern of the ship. When the nearby passengers saw him, they all consciously retreated and stayed five meters away.

No matter what, the scene crawling out of the mouth of a dead Neptune is so terrifying that it can cause a psychological shadow for an ordinary person.

Zuo Lun also enjoyed the leisurely life. He supported the wooden railing and looked at the connection between the sea and the sky. The moist sea breeze blew on his face. The feeling of freedom was really refreshing.

But not long after, a young girl came closer to Zoren uncharacteristically. She walked up to Zoron's side, resting her elbow on the wooden railing and her chin in her palm, squinting at him with slight interest.

She asked softly: "Now, who are you?"

"Ok?"

Zoran glanced at the black-haired girl coldly. Her clothes were so densely covered, and with her big sun hat and sunglasses, it was impossible to see her face clearly. He could only guess from her voice that she was about fifteen years old.

"It's very strange, to be able to stay in the mouth of a sea king and survive the duration of the undercurrent at the bottom of the sea." The black-haired girl extended her gaze to the sea and analyzed to herself: "And what happened to those horrific scars? It seems that you have undergone cruel physical training. Who are you, a pirate?"

Hearing this, Zoren's pupils shrank slightly. When he came out of the stomach of the Sea King, he was indeed naked from the upper body. It was normal for the scars from the training camp to be seen on his body. However, based on this, he had to say that the other party's Amazing judgment ability.

"I'm a pirate hunter." Zoron used this as a cover up and said calmly: "While hunting pirates, I was attacked by a Sea King type and was swallowed. I survived."

"But compared to my secret, you are more suspicious."

He tilted his head, looking aggressively from the girl's smooth and delicate collarbone down to her high breasts that could not be concealed by clothes.

It has to be said that the other person sounds very young, but he has grown very mature, and his concave and convex curves are full of charm.

"you!"

Facing Zoren's fiery gaze, the black-haired girl could no longer maintain her calm posture and turned slightly to cover her figure.

"Girl." Zoron smiled evilly, and quickly reached out his hand, pinched the girl's fair chin, and forced her to look at her.

He lowered his head slightly, and the distance between their faces kept getting closer, until the hot breath he exhaled was enough to touch the skin on his face.

With his eyes flashing coldly, Zoran said calmly: "I'm warning you, don't explore me!"