Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

Obviously, the mother of the other party was a fishman, but the child she gave birth to was like a human.

There were no serrated teeth, no dorsal fins and fish scales, which was considered an alien existence among all the fishmen.

All the fishmen were rejecting Napoleon.

They did not regard Napoleon as a fishman, but as a human being they hated, and always wanted to bully him.

"Asshole!"

The fishman named Lana stood up and looked at Napoleon viciously.

"The strength of fishmen is ten times that of humans. You can't beat me!"

Lana rushed forward.

Fists raised high.

When he was about to fall, Napoleon opened his big hands and grabbed Lana directly.

"I am also a fishman!"

Napoleon said coldly.

He stretched out his hand and threw Lana, who was half a body taller than him, out.

"Lana!"

Seeing this, Murat hurried to help his younger brother up!

"Brother, the opponent is not simple, he has a strange power!"

Lana looked at Napoleon in shock.

And Napoleon looked at the three people expressionlessly.

"Lana, Davout, let's go together, I don't believe we can't take this kid down!"

Murat clenched his fist and said.

After hearing this, the fishman named Davout surrounded Napoleon one after another.

Napoleon saw this and did not retreat at all.

He stared at the three people with cold eyes.

"Charge!"

Murat was the first to rush up.

The big hand covered with scales slapped Napoleon directly.

Napoleon covered his chest with one hand and blocked Murat's attack with the other hand.

Then he kicked.

Instantly, Murat felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Then his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

And Davout's attack also came in front of Napoleon.

A punch hit Napoleon's left face.

Napoleon tilted his head.

The corner of his mouth was slightly swollen.

But he still did not retreat, and grabbed Davout's wrist with his backhand and threw him over his shoulder.

He knocked Davout to the ground.

He howled in pain.

At this moment.

There was a sound of breaking air behind Napoleon.

A big foot kicked over.

Napoleon's body was unstable and he fell to the ground.

The food in his chest almost came out.

Napoleon showed a vicious expression, raised his head, and jumped up instantly.

He grabbed Lannes' body and punched him in the face.

This fierceness made Davout and Murat dumbfounded.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Murat and Davout rushed up directly.

They knocked Napoleon down.

But Napoleon opened his fists left and right, waving his fists vigorously, and kept hitting Murat and Davout.

He ignored the attacks he was receiving.

The four people fought frantically in the alley, attracting the attention of many people.

When he saw that Napoleon, who looked like a human, was not at all inferior to three people, he showed a look of surprise.

"Is that kid Napoleon?"

A light blue fishman who looked like a slum sneak asked indifferently at the four people fighting below.

"Yes, it's a child born by a mermaid and a human, and the father is unknown!"

The subordinate replied.

"Waste, three fishmen can't beat a human, it's simply a shame for fishmen!"

Hodi Jones cursed.

Then he spat and took his younger brother away.

What's so good about a group of children.

The fight in the alley continued.

Until three minutes later.

The four people gradually stopped moving.

Breathing the air in big mouthfuls.

After a while, Napoleon stood up.

He packed up his tattered clothes and rubbed his swollen face.

He glanced at the three people who fell.

He walked straight into the alley without saying anything.

He complained as he walked.

"It's over. If my mother sees this, she will scold me again!"

Napoleon was a little distressed.

He walked into the alley carefully, protecting the bread on his chest.

"Boss, that kid is a little weird. We can't seem to beat him!"

Rana smiled bitterly, and gasped in pain after the wound was pulled.

"It's really weird. When I hit him, it's like hitting steel. I never saw him cry out in pain!"

Davout lay on his back on the ground and breathed heavily.

"He's a monster!"

Murat said.

There was a spirit of not admitting defeat in his tone.

"Brother, should we provoke him again?"

Davout turned his head and asked with difficulty.

Murat was silent after hearing this.

He wanted to recruit a younger brother, but he couldn't beat a five-year-old child, which made him a little ashamed.

The fishmen living in the slums must stick together for warmth.

Nowadays, the Hody Jones group is the most prominent in the entire Fishman Street. If they want to stand out, they must join Hody Jones' group.But it also means surrendering to Hody Jones.

How could Murat accept this?

Seeing Murat's silence, Nara and Davout stopped talking.

On the other side.

Napoleon walked through the streets with the remaining food and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

He looked at his dirty clothes and looked a little bitter.

After patting the dust on his clothes, Napoleon took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of medicine filled the room.

"Mom, this is the food I earned from working. It's a little cold. I'll go and heat it up!"

Napoleon came to the bed and looked at his thin mother with heartache.

"Son, cough cough!"

The woman lying on the bed had a sallow complexion and looked like she was terminally ill, but her thin face still showed her stunning appearance when she was young.

"Son, did you fight again?"

The woman lying on the bed frowned at the bruises on the corners of her son's mouth and asked seriously.

"On the way back, someone wanted to rob me, and I taught them a lesson!"

Napoleon said truthfully with his head down.

"Alas!"

Ouni sighed and said nothing.

Ouni knew what kind of people lived here.

Snatching food was commonplace.

"Try to avoid them as much as possible in the future, and don't have conflicts with them. We can't beat those people!"

Looking at the mother's earnest advice.

Napoleon nodded silently.

He went to warm up the bread without saying a word.

"What are you doing!"

Suddenly, the mother on the bed looked at the bread in her son Napoleon's hand and asked coldly.

"I'm working as an apprentice at Old John's Bakery near Fishman Street!"

Napoleon said a little flustered, but there was no panic on his face.

"Old John? I remember he never recruited apprentices. How could you get bread from him?"

As a member of Fishman Street, how could Ouni not know everything around her.

That old John was a miser. He never gave anything to the poor. Even when recruiting employees, he only gave a little.

But how could Old John give Napoleon that big piece of bread with his temper?

Looking at Napoleon's increasingly guilty look.

Ouni sighed.

She probably knew what happened in her heart.

She closed her eyes silently.