When Wren was surrounded by layers of navy, he didn't even have the slightest hint of surprise.

The navy fights pirates, this is a common thing, like a cat and mouse vocation.

Strictly speaking, Wren is not a qualified pirate in the traditional sense. He didn't rob his house or hang a skull flag.

It's just that in this two-thirds of the world, where two-thirds of the world is full of seawater, the most powerful army is the navy, so as long as the evildoers sail on the sea, they are treated as pirates, even if these evil parties do not consider themselves pirates. Pirates = villains, that's basically a well-established fact. Moreover, the most powerful fist in the world is the world government, and the rules and principles are always dictated by the winner.

Those who do not obey discipline and that doctrine are undoubtedly evil parties.

Moreover, Wren is not a spotless White Lotus, everything he does is in a large sense on the evil side, the righteous sailors who died at his hands, and the crimes that once openly provoked the world government and even eliminated the entire royal family of that country, have already doomed him to be unable to enjoy any civic welfare in his life.

The name of the island at his feet was an interest that passers-by like Wren never knew, and there was really nothing to notice about the desolate island and the dilapidated buildings on the roadside. It's just that the losers and vagabonds on the great voyage seem to like to come to this island, and these lost dogs come together to form a rudimentary system of society and communication.

With two countries on this island that have been at war with each other for years, it's hard to imagine what kind of deep hatred the two sides have to fight for decades and refuse to stop, but there is no limit to human stupidity.

The silent sailors stepped on this island with neat steps, which frightened the defeated dogs who lived here on the great voyage, and they all thought that they had come to catch themselves, and to survive on this world, especially in the treacherous environment of the great voyage, no one under their hands was clean, and many of these defeated dogs were even wanted on bounties.

It's just that this disciplined unit didn't even look at these guys who were cowering in two dilapidated buildings, and under the leadership of the leading colonel, they moved forward with a clear goal. Among the defeated dogs, there are well-informed fellows with uncertain faces, they have dealt with the greatest natural enemy, the navy, when they are sailing, this unit can be different from the stunned young people they often fight, the strong sense of oppression like a black cloud overpowering, and those branches are indiscriminately filled with miscellaneous fish, I am afraid that it is the elite of the naval headquarters.

And when a long dragon roared by, before the defeated dogs could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw a tall sailor walking slowly towards this side. He wore a black square hat, and unlike the standard uniforms of other sailors, he wore a custom suit with gray and white checkered, a coat with two large characters on it, and a crooked cigarette in his black-gloved hand.

The actual age is only thirty-five, and the six-year-old sailor looks older than his real age, and he has a slightly obscene-looking face, although this man's style of behavior does not have anything to do with the word obscenity, but that honor is really the only laughing point in his career.

But none of the people present dared to laugh, as long as their eyes were not blind or short-sighted, they ran away after seeing the sailor's epaulettes, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads back!

Stuffing the cigarette in his hand to his mouth, the tall sailor looked around with a look of embarrassment.

"This is ~ really ~ headache ~ , old man, it seems to be lost~"

With that strange tongue-twisting tone, the sailor with the lieutenant general's epaulette looked at the sky above him with a look of embarrassment.

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Shirley, who was shivering, hid beside Wren and carefully grabbed the corner of Wren's shirt with her white tender fingers.

Wren didn't mean to take care of this little girl, he hit as much as he wanted, but his feet didn't leave the place, and he beat all the guys who dared to approach to the ground.

He could clearly feel the difference in the individual strength of these sailors, and there was a difference in quality compared to the guys he had beaten before.

From the time these guys appeared to the present, they have been silent like a pile of gears and iron, they haven't said a word of nonsense, and they haven't even wasted saliva on persuasion and probation in the traditional sense.

Although they have performed well enough, Wren still does not take it seriously, neither taking it seriously nor taking it lightly.

His every move was like a natural disaster, and when he threw a punch at the dense crowd, it was a terrifying shockwave that exploded the crowd, and a group of people fell, just like a flower, with a shocking and terrifying beauty. The number of people has lost its meaning to Wren today. Many ants may be able to bite the elephant to death, but they will never be able to bite the dead dragon, and they can't even pull off even one piece of the scales, this is the current situation of Wren, he has the strength to be so conceited.

However, life never smiled at this poor young man, and the intense pain and trauma brought him back to reality from his dream of invincibility.

The sharp blade pierced through his left shoulder, and it was not as easy as a divine weapon like cutting cheese, but it was accompanied by great force to break through Wren's defenses, and the force was so strong that he lost sensation on the left half of his body.

When the unrivaled momentum of the blade broke through the impact wall that Wren had placed beside him, he raised his leg and swept behind him without looking back!

As the leg swept away, there was a terrifying sound in the air, which did not make people doubt the power of this leg in the slightest.

However, Wren didn't hit anything, he looked down at the ground under his feet without saying a word, and he couldn't even see the figure of the attacker.

All this happened in no more than 0.4 seconds, and the reflexes and execution abilities of both sides were monster-level. The little girl, Shirley, couldn't even understand what was happening, so she looked at the blood-stained knife on Wren's shoulder in a daze.

Wren did not take the enemy lightly, no matter whether the enemy in front of him was a lion or a rabbit, he would not have the word "underestimated" in his dictionary, even if these sailors who seemed to be very powerful but still couldn't do him harm, he did not let his guard down.

It can only be said that the attacker's speed is terrifying to be a little faster than Rennes, so that the other party can succeed. But the attacker could only go so fast that he didn't even have time to take his love knife with him, so he was forced to leave, otherwise a corpse would fall in front of Wren the next moment, right?

Mr. Wren, who hasn't been stabbed with a knife for a while, will definitely not feel nostalgic!

The thrust that was originally aimed at the heart was avoided by Wren at that critical moment, leaving the famous knife Zongche, one of the fifty craftsmen of the good fast knife, as a gift.

This long-awaited blow missed, and the disciplined sailors were visibly shaken, and in order to make this blow successful, they deliberately delayed Wren's offensive regardless of casualties. But the speed thrust that had never missed in the past, but today it failed to win the target?

They don't blame their fellow brothers, they just have a clearer and more desperate awareness of the horror and danger of their targets.

Wren still kept his head down, among the messy footprints and various marks under his feet, there was a clearly visible footprint, which was a small footprint compared to an adult, and from the depth of the footprint, Wren could judge that the opponent's strength was not very good, but he relied on a slightly faster speed than him and the sharp blade in his hand to break through his own defense and hurt himself.

It comes like a kamikaze, and when you touch it, you go.

"That, that, Mr. Wren......"

Shirley, the little girl who had been careful not to disturb Wren, finally hesitated and pointed to the knife that was still stuck in Wren's left shoulder, just looking at it hurt a lot, although she wanted to scream like a normal little girl, but this child knew that it was useless to do that.

Wren frowned, reached out and pressed his palm against the tip of the knife, and pushed it back with a blank face.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the flesh and bones made all the onlookers feel their scalps tingle, until the bloody knife was successfully removed by Wren and stuck on the ground.

Wren, weakened.

He could have avoided the tricky and cold spike, but he didn't do it because he was afraid of the little Lori next to him.

Wren, weakened.

Over the years, more and more Assassins attacked him, and even if their individual combat strength was not worth mentioning, they still wounded him if they persevered.

He glanced at Lori, who was worried about himself, and slowly stretched out his hand.

His realm in the martial arts path was extremely profound, and he quickly analyzed the reason why he was hit by that sword. Weakness is never something that comes from Wren himself, but something else, and for Wren, what is there that cannot be broken except for himself?

His sanity and the best option for survival told him that this weakness could be erased, so his loli held out his hand.

In Lori's puzzled gaze, Wren touched her smooth black hair, just because this person never knew how to handle the force, so he was actually just dangling the little Lori's head.

Wren, who let go of his hand, smiled at the increasingly nervous sailors around him, but the smile was a little cold.

He was tired of standing still and waiting for the group of guys to come up one by one, so he was going to take a moment and take the initiative to beat them all down.

He looked at the group of guys seriously and said so.

"Whose head, then, shall I take off?"