He was wearing an ugly red windbreaker with a stand-up collar. His greasy and messy hair was no different from weeds and was casually tied up with a broken rope.
A man named Stigma, wearing a pair of black leather boots, barged in with a group of bandits.
Bandit King…Louis narrowed his eyes with interest. He didn't look at the almanac when he left the house. He didn't expect to run into a " peer " today.
It was a pity that a man who was even more sloppy than Eraser Brother was not as cute as Da Dan. It would be bad luck to look at him.
"Sorry to disturb you. I came in when I heard that you were snatching people.”
The shoehorn's face was filled with ridicule as the bandit king, who was dragging the five of them, stepped through half of the wooden door and walked in with his hands in his pockets.
"What? Are the so-called pirates all stupid? Are they not going to talk the moment I come in?”
"Jie hahaha…Boss, these cowards are scared!”
"What dogsh * t pirates? They're nothing compared to us bandits.”
Stigma was surrounded by bandits with knives in their hands and guns at their waists.
The lively tavern seemed to have eaten a dud, and it was a little too quiet.
The red orb didn't say a word. Shanks, who couldn't do anything to Luffy, turned his back to Stigma and started eating the fried rice that had already cooled.
The sloppy younger brother's big round eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with naivety. It was hard to tell if he was young and ignorant, or if he was a natural idiot.
Louis had a headache. His troublesome brother didn't know how to spell the word " scared ". The " boor " of Old Monchi's family had a serious genetic defect.
Fortunately, there was no need to worry about his safety. Roy glanced at the red-haired man. With this crazy guy around, there seemed to be no safer place than here.
After familiarizing himself with the plot of the original novel, Roy sat on the stool and watched the Bandit King's performance with great interest.
Stigma asked for wine, but Marcino said that there was no more. It made sense. With the old drunkards like Red Ball around, no tavern would be able to avoid the result of having their wine cellar emptied.
"I'm sorry, it seems that we've finished all the wine. There's still one bottle left, if you want to drink it, you can have it.”
Shanks raised the bottle of beer that Marcino had refilled for him…The three bottles of ale that Louis had brought over had already been destroyed by these alcohol enthusiasts.
"Huh?" With a familiar punch, he smashed the bottle of beer. The beer spilled over Shanks 'head and dripped onto the floor.
Shanks silently bent down to wipe the floor. The next one should be the " domineering " Bandit King, who would draw his sword and sweep across the bar counter, increasing Shanks 'mission load.
Louis watched with relish. Being there was much more exciting than watching through the screen.
Stigma pulled out his machete. However, to Louis 'surprise, the Mountain Bandit King who bullied the four emperors and trampled on the future fifth emperor accidentally glanced at him, causing the script to deviate.
"Brat, hand over the money pouch in front of you!”The sharp machete was placed on Roy's neck, and the bag of gold coins that had yet to be put away attracted the attention of the Bandit King.
The glittering bag contained 40,000 Bailey, which Beckman had paid Marcino for the wine, and Marcino had passed it on to Roy.
He did not expect that before he could collect it, he would attract the attention of the "wolf".
"Little Louis!" The kind and beautiful Makino covered her mouth in panic.
The blade of the incomparably sharp machete glistened coldly. The consequences of a single slash were unimaginable.
Shanks looked up, Beckman stopped smoking, Lagi Lu stood up with his round belly, and Jesus grabbed the gun with his right hand.
When the red-haired group saw this scene, they restrained their laughter. The exquisite young master of the aristocracy was so interesting and the wine he brewed was so delicious. If something really happened to him in front of them…
Shanks would probably disband the party in his rage, after all…
He couldn't even protect a child. If word got out, wouldn't Shanks lose face?
Shanks was about to take action when a kid raised his fist and lunged at Stigma.
"Louis, don't be afraid. I'm here to save you!”The sloppy younger brother roared twice and rushed over aggressively.
The corners of Louis's mouth curled up into a shallow arc. His stinky little brother really didn't know fear.
That's right. As the elder brother, he always made his younger brother worry. After all, the exquisite noble young master would not allow himself to lose face.
"Can you please take your dirty knife away from my neck?”Louis looked at Stigma coldly, his eyes piercing into the Bandit King's heart like a knife.
"This brat has such sharp eyes!"
The Bandit King was shocked, and then he flew into a rage out of humiliation. He was a bandit who committed all kinds of evil, how could he be scared by a little brat!
Stigma's mouth opened fiercely, obviously unwilling."Brat, who do you think you're talking to?”
The shiny machete moved a little deeper, and Louis could already feel the chill coming from the blade.
"It seems that a good discussion with you won't work.”"Aura blockage!" Louis sighed.”
The 30% Kendo Inheritance from Sasaki Kojiro shone with the brilliance of a Sword Grandmaster.
Stigma's body turned into a speck of light and disappeared under the machete.
The first realm of Aura Interception was to hide one's aura from the naked eye!
"Where is he?" Stigma was shocked. The living person under the knife disappeared in a second. This strange situation made him break out in cold sweat.
"Amazing! We were all wrong!" The expressions of the Red Regiment officers changed.
Shanks held a rag in his hand and looked in a certain direction, muttering," Interesting."
The next second, the handsome young master behind the Bandit King drew his wooden saber.
"Kid Louis, a knife is a killing weapon. Once it's pulled out, it will take your life.”
The scraggly yellow-haired man with the sword, who looked no different from a passerby but was actually very powerful, smiled meaningfully at Louis.
The young man's long and thin eyelashes moved slightly, and the wooden knife in his hand instantly swung-
"Sizzle!"
Blood sprayed out, and the Bandit King screamed like a pig being slaughtered. One of his arms flew out along with the sharp machete!
"Pa da…" The cigarette in the mouth of a certain abstinent man who was emitting a cold aura fell out.
Next came Lagi Lou, then the Jesus Walk, and then the scraggly blonde-haired man with the sword who was talking to himself.
Amidst the screams, Roy danced in the crowd, activating Heart's Eye and Aura Obliteration.
Each slash took away an arm. In the blink of an eye…Marcino's tavern became a nightmare for the bandits
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