1472 year of the sea calendar, East China Sea, night.

The Kingdom of Goya is at the end of the uncertain object, and Győr crawls out of the garbage heap.

Three days ago, the delegation of the Celestial Dragon Mirosius Saint visited the Kingdom of Goa. The 100-year-old old Jeer was shot on the spot because he knelt on the ground for too long and accidentally touched the red carpet where the Draconians were walking.

In order not to disturb the interest of the saint of Mirosius, the Goa royal family ordered the guards to hastily dump the body of Old Győr at the garbage disposal station.

"Hehe, what a pathetic character."

The corners of Jer's mouth showed a touch of self-deprecation, he was a top killer in another world, but he couldn't withstand old age and death. When he woke up again, he had already appeared here, and had accidentally turned into the dead old Jer.

It took three full days for Jerle to receive the memories of old Jer. Even he, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes in his previous life, couldn't help but be taken aback by Lao Jer's experience.

Ten minutes later, an improvised grave mound appeared in the garbage heap.

Jerle stood in front of the mound, feeling the discomfort of his body's control disappear, and slowly spoke.

"The master of the main cabin of the Heavenly King Ouranos."

"The fruit of surgery is not old, and the beneficiaries of surgery."

"The Hidden D people who have lived for more than 800 years."

"It's really ugly enough to end up with such an end in the end."

"It seems that all these years of hiding in Tibet have made you more and more cowardly, old Jer."

"Don't worry, though. Since I have inherited such a great affection from you, I will pay it back for you. ”

"Against the world government? It's really interesting! ”

"Well, before that... Ground Fist? ”

Jerle smiled slightly, and clenched his hands sharply. As the momentum of the body rises, the muscles of the whole body continue to expand. The originally rickety body became straight, and the white hair on the head also turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for the tattered clothes on his body that hadn't changed, it would be really hard to believe that the man in front of him would be the same person as the old man before.

Dion Fist Fighting Fist, later Doflamingo family cadre Rao G's special qigong technique. It is considered to be an attack that "the older you get, the more you feel pain, and the more painful it is, the heavier your shot, the stronger it gets."

What Jer didn't expect was that the dead old Jer's mastery of this kind of boxing technique would lose the courage to use it.

"Hahaha!"

Feeling the exuberance of qi and blood in his body, Jer couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. He hadn't felt this heyday for too long.

"Who?!"

Jer's laughter was interrupted by a shout, and it was the same two guards who had dumped the old Jer's body in the garbage heap three days earlier.

Jer's body shook instinctively, this was the residual sequelae of old Jer.

"Yo, old Jer, you old guy is so dead? Not dead yet? ”

"Hahaha, it looks like our brothers have to waste another bullet today."

The guards seemed to recognize old Jer's clothes, but they couldn't make out Jer's face because of the lack of light at night.

Jerle suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"What about Mirosius St?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this? Do you still want to take revenge? Or, old Jer, you want to die a noble death? ”

It was the tall, lanky guard who said he was going to waste bullets.

Kidding, old Győr is notoriously timid in the country. Don't talk about revenge, I'm afraid I can't do it if I face that adult.

"Click."

As soon as the tall and thin man finished speaking, Jerle had already jumped to his side. With a flick of his wrist, he broke the tall and thin neck.

"Smack."

The tall, thin man's hands hung limply, and the musket in his hand fell to the ground. His eyes widened, and he didn't understand what was happening at that moment until he died.

The dwarf guards on the side were already frightened, and he didn't understand why the always weak old Gyer suddenly became so much younger and so powerful.

Jair casually threw away the tall and thin man, and reached out to wipe the blood stains on the short man's body. The smile on his face looked so soft in the moonlight.

"So, you know what?"

The dwarf subconsciously shook his head, and then nodded desperately, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps of the tall and thin man if it was too late.

"The Holy Lord of Mirosius is in the harbor and will leave the Kingdom of Goa tonight."

Jair nodded in satisfaction, pointing to the tall, thin corpse.

"Deal with it, don't get dirty here."

This is a garbage station, can it get dirty?

Although the dwarf thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to hesitate at all.

"Know... Got it, got it. ”

Originally, I came to deal with the corpse of old Jerle today, but it turned out to be the way it is now.

Jerle patted the dwarf on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and walked in the direction of the docks.

The dwarf looked at the back of Jer's departure, and somehow, suddenly raised the musket in his hand and aimed it at Jer.

If you get so close, you should be able to kill him, right?

The dwarf silently puffed himself up, then pressed the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a roar, the shorty's body fell straight to the side of the tall and thin man. From the right shoulder to the left, all the bones in his body shattered.

If you peel off the dwarf's clothes, you will clearly see that there are four fingerprints on the dwarf's right shoulder, which are the same as the previous strokes of Jer!

Jerle shook his head and sighed.

"It's always hard to get someone to understand something."

In the port of the Kingdom of Goa, the ship of Mirosius St. has left the port. But the Goya royal family did not leave, but chose to see it.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a small boat next to the ship of the Holy Lord of Mirosius!"

"What? Damn, whose ship is that! Is he going to kill our kingdom of Goa? ”

"Quick, send someone to kill him for me!"

"Your Majesty, there is no need for it."

"Boom!"

With the sound of a cannon, the boat in the eyes of everyone was completely sunk. It's just that what they didn't expect was that at this moment, Jell had successfully entered the ship of Mirosius Saint.

Jerle straightened his bow tie in front of him, and after checking his attire, he picked up the tray next to him again. In a dark corner on the side, a stripped crew member was lying.

When you enter the cabin, your view widens.

Several singers were dancing in the middle of the room, and it was Mirosius St. who was sitting on the main seat. Beside him is a young and beautiful girl.

It's just that the girl's hands and feet, as well as around her neck, are shackled and collared. That pitiful appearance makes people feel pity.

With the tray in his hand, he walked through the crowd and smiled in the direction of the Mirosius Saint.

"Would you like a drink?"

Mirosius was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in front of him who was smiling at him, a little stunned.

What's the matter with this lowly pariah? Why dare you be so presumptuous!

Although there was fire in his heart, Mirosius Saint did not want to interrupt his interest in appreciating the song and dance, so he had to reach out unhappily to take the wine from the tray.

"Oh, sir, don't get me wrong. I'm just asking about this young lady next to you. ”

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