Galen's justice is judged by Galen's sword and determined by Galen's view of good and evil.

But the last sword bearer was Galen himself.

It is the human being who wields the sword, which means that whether or not to swing the sword must be subjectively influenced by the human being.

So, true fairness never exists.

For example, Galen didn't kill Bucky immediately before, not because he didn't think Bucky deserved to die, but because Bucky "has someone behind him".

And in this world of looking at faces, beautiful women will naturally receive preferential treatment.

With Miss. Valentine's bad character and cold-blooded behavior, if another ugly one comes over, Galen will send her a set of righteous judgments without saying a word.

And now, Galen is still quite entangled and shakes his head and sighs for this bad woman who is sorry for her appearance:

"It's a shame."

However, Miss.Valentine's Day behavior crossed Galen's tolerance for beautiful women.

The great sword was finally swung down.

Blood steamed on the flames of the sword, leaving no trace.

"And two..."

Galen slowly withdrew his greatsword and muttered to himself.

He turned to look for the two remaining fish that had slipped through the net, and found one of the targets standing in front of him:

Mr.2 von Clay.

He had countless tiny blood marks on his arms, and some of his skin had red and black burns, and he looked miserable.

And his extremely curious shemale costume had also been scorched black by the flames before, which made Von Clay's only threatening mental attack against Galen also disappear.

"Didn't you just take the opportunity to escape?"

Galen was not in a hurry to make a move, but asked with great interest the enemy, who still dared to stand in front of him:

"You should know you can't beat me."

"Hahaha..."

Von Clay let out an exaggerated laugh.

The distorted expression and the already stumbling facial features, even if he lost the heavy makeup of the shemale, it still made the careless Galen's eyes spicy.

However, von Clay exaggerated a ballet movement that turned in place before finally answering Galen's question:

"I'm a new human who sticks to the 'Way of Shemales'!"

"I won't be afraid of a stinky man like you!"

Although he had expected it, Galen couldn't help but cover his face helplessly and complained:

"What the hell is the way of the shemale..."

"What happened in this world to spread this kind of Taoism?"

Von Clay's eyes lit up, and he explained with a strange smile:

"Boy, the so-called way of shemales is..."

"That's enough."

Galen mercilessly interrupted von Cree's nonsense and pointed to the sea again:

There was a little girl with pigtails, Little Red Riding Hood, sketching kits, and disheveled clothes, rowing a broken plank to the open sea.

"If you want to stall, you'll have to be tricky, right?"

Galen said a little depressed:

"What kind of 'shemale way' you teach me, how can I be interested!"

"You!"

Von Cree's expression was immediately stunned, and then he reacted immediately:

"Shemale Fist Method, Shemale Long Knife!"

His leg muscles burst into a tremendous force in an instant, and a bare hairy leg slashed from below with the force, tearing through the air like a sharp blade and slashing straight at Galen's chest.

This leg Fa Galen didn't pay attention to it, but this leg hair made Galen's scalp tingle with horror.

"Shave!"

Galen was so frightened by the leg hair that he even used the Navy Six.

Vonclay's offensive did not stop at all, and the terrifying big leg came like a poisonous snake.

In this life-and-death situation, Galen must not be left alone.

So he smashed Vonclay's leg to a broken bone with a single sword, so that Von Clay, who was attacking and biting Galen so hard, could only collapse to the ground in pain.

"It's dangerous."

After being assured of safety, Galen still had some lingering feelings.

Von Clay didn't care about his injuries, and shouted loudly at Miss.

"Hurry up! I can't hold it anymore! ”

The voice came out far away, and it clearly reached the ears of Miss. Golden Week.

Her petite body trembled slightly, and the movements of her hands involuntarily stopped.

"Let's go!"

Von Clay urged hoarsely again.

Miss.Golden Week finally seemed to have made up her mind, and she rowed as far away as she could.

But she was a short-handed painter and a painter with little strength, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get up quickly, and the broken wooden board carrying Miss. Golden Week was as slow as a turtle in Galen's eyes.

Regardless of Galen's lack of eagerness to pursue Miss. Golden Week, he just said to Von Cree, who collapsed to the ground:

"She's your friend?"

"It's not."

Von Clay is also happy to delay a little longer with words:

"I don't have a partnership with her, we have only met twice at meetings at the work club."

"Then you are still willing to help her so desperately?"

Galen asked, puzzled.

Von Clay's scorched face was full of determination, and he only replied earnestly:

"Miss. Golden Week is different from us."

"We're all innocent professional killers, and she's just a young painter who has gone astray."

"She shouldn't have died here."

Von Clay struggled to get up from the floor again, using his blood-stained legs to support his already battered body:

"I didn't help her because I was a friend, but because I wanted to help."

"If you want to kill her, take me down first!"

"Well..."

Galen pondered for a moment, but then looked beyond Von Cray to Miss. Golden Week, who was still struggling to escape on the sea in the distance.

With a slam of his feet, he moved with a shaved velocity, and then leaped into the sky with the force of the air recoil.

Von Clay only felt a flash in front of him, and Galen's figure turned into an illusion and disappeared from his eyes.

Von Clay turned suddenly, and was shocked to find that Galen was actually trampling the air and chasing after Miss. Golden Week, who was fleeing in the distance.

After all, Golden Week is just a young girl with a weak body, and no matter how hard she tries to support the oars, she can't get rid of Galen who stepped on the moon and stepped into the air.

Soon, Galen grabbed Miss. Golden Zhou's petite body like an eagle catching a chicken, and brought her back to the ship with her.

Golden Zhou was born with a cold temperament, and even if she was carried by Galen, she only showed a little panic in the corner of her eyes, and she didn't cry and plead, nor did she shout.

And her reaction made this young painter, who was not much different from a primary school girl, look even more pitiful.

Looking at the girl who was captured by Galen, Vonclay hammered the floor weakly, and tears kept spilling on the ground.

And Robin, who had been hiding on the sidelines and watching, couldn't help but stand up, frowning slightly and persuading Galen in a deep voice:

"Galen, that's enough!"

"You've killed enough people."

Galen glanced at Robin slightly, and only asked rhetorically:

"This ship is so big, you can't not see this little girl who took the opportunity to escape."

"It seems that you are not as loyal to me as you say?"

Robin's expression froze, and his eyes became a little cringe when he looked at Galen.

Robin didn't understand why Galen had to kill those high-ranking agents, but this Galen made her faintly wary and jealous of facing Klockdahl.

And Galen's somewhat heart-wrenching question made Robin even more nervous.

Robin suddenly felt a little worried that the "death knight" in front of him had taken her in under the guise of just a cover, and the real purpose was actually to wipe her out with a group of high-ranking agents in order to satisfy his perverted bloodthirsty desires.

But just when the tension in Robin's heart was about to be uncontrollable, Galen, who had just been murderous, laughed suddenly:

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm not the kind of murderer who kills people indiscriminately, how can I attack this kind of girl who hasn't graduated from elementary school?"

"You..."

Robin stopped talking, just glancing at the fresh corpses on the ship.

"Those are enemies, professional killers, and there is nothing wrong with death."

Galen explained earnestly, and then glanced at the little girl in his hand, Miss.

"Besides, I've always had a preference for cute girls."

"This..."

Robin pursed his lips and said with a strange expression:

"Miss Valentine's Day doesn't think so."

"I've been given preferential treatment."

Galen said seriously:

"If she's ugly, I won't tell her a word of nonsense."

"So..."

Galen put the Miss. Golden Zhou in his hand on the ground steadily, looked at Robin and said:

"You still have time, say some reasons why I should not kill."

Miss. Golden Zhou's petite body trembled slightly, she couldn't calm down at this life-and-death juncture after all.

Looking at Miss. Golden Week, who was shrunk like a kitten in front of him, Galen's murderous intent had actually been taken back a long time ago:

He wasn't so mad as to use a big sword to cut down a runaway girl who might not even be fourteen years old, at most he was just sent to labor reform.

"She..."

And Robin just racked his brains to organize the vocabulary, and the last sentence that came out first was:

"She's just a kid."

Galen's expression froze:

"Don't say that."

"I'm afraid I'll be forced to hit someone."