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The Sea Race is not a race, but a collective term for the Sea Race by the mainlanders. 【Full text reading】渏小說

Whether it is the East China Sea or the South China Sea, there are countless islanders living on the vast island like stars, and they may be a group of hundreds of people on an island, such as the Hailan people.

Of course, there are also some large ethnic groups that have become a force in the sea, such as the Flying Shark Clan.

The patriarch of the Flying Shark Clan is an ambitious leader, as early as thirty years ago, he used the rich resources of the deep sea of the South China Sea to make his clan quickly strong, and by exporting a large number of pure crystals and magic crystal nuclei, as well as the precious cultivation resources of the sea, he won the recognition of some hermit sects in the sea.

After thirty years of expansion, the Flying Shark Clan has swallowed up countless small races in the deep sea and controlled hundreds of islands, thus establishing a large and monopolistic business alliance, the Flying Shark Alliance.

The Flying Shark Alliance claims to have 10,000 warriors, and its commercial tentacles extend to every resource island in the South China Sea, and they have never participated in the battles between the three major empires of the sea and the Southern Plantagenet Federation, so they have become the intermediary between sea trade and land trade.

It is this status that has earned the Flying Shark Alliance a unique influence, especially in the sea.

The merchant ship Xiao Qiang and the others took belonged to the Flying Shark Alliance, and their destination was also a trading island belonging to the Flying Shark Alliance, Seahorse Island.

When Xiao Qiang stood on the deck, admiring the sea at night, there was a different scene under his feet.

At the bottom of the cabin, where sewage flowed and the stench was stinking, and a few cages made of wood held at least a hundred little girls in tattered clothes.

The oldest of them was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest was only seven or eight years old, and they were all daughters of the sea, but they were all called slave girls here.

Female slaves are very in-demand commodities, the younger they are, the more supple they are, and the mainland does not know how many perverted aristocrats and rich people are obsessed with the smooth complexion of the sea tribe girls, as well as the pigeon-like temperament, for which they do not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars.

The slave girls stooped over their small cages, and had to form circles for warmth, and rats burrowed under their feet, stealing their rotten food, and if they had screamed ten days before, they were now numb.

As the slave girls shivered in the cold cage, there was a thud and the chains of the cabin door fell off.

The two bald men were naked, with sharkskin knives pinned to their waists, and their mouths spurting the smell of alcohol, and they staggered down the ladder to the three cages.

When the slave girls saw the two big men, they trembled even more, and they all curled up inside.

The big man stroked a handful of water drops from his head, cracked his mouth, showed an obscene smile, and his burning eyes began to wander around those sixteen or seventeen-year-old slave girls, their eyes were like poisonous snakes, and they drilled into the tattered places of the slaves, especially the sensitive places, which frightened the slaves to stir again.

Finally, the two big men scolded and scolded, met two slightly plump girls, opened the cage, reached in with big hands, grabbed the girl's hair like a chicken, and pulled it out.

There were no cries, no screams, there was a dead silence at the bottom of the cabin, and in the sad eyes of the other slave girls, the two girls were dragged to the ground by two big men towards the hatch.

When the two big men laughed and were about to climb the ladder, suddenly their bodies fell down, lying on the slippery ladder, maintaining a strange posture, and never moving again.

On the deck, Xiao Qiang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

He is not a moral and clean defender, he shouldn't have made a move, but he couldn't restrain his impulses, just because a girl's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Lan Yi.

Maybe it's this year's slumber that makes him too depressed, and he urgently needs to vent

Xiao Qiang quickly realized that he had to deal with his body as soon as possible, his feet were nailed to the deck, and with a sudden force, the huge sea ship suddenly shook violently.

Xiao Qiang rushed into the hatch like a gust of wind, passed through the second floor, and reached the bottom bilge of the third floor, grabbed the corpses of the two big men with his hands, and swept out like a gust of wind.

He believed that those girls would not be able to capture his speed at all, and that the two big men would not escape from the heart, and that as long as the bodies were disposed of, the people of the ship would think that because of the bump just now, the two samurai were drunk and fell into the sea.

Although there were more than thirty warriors from the Flying Shark Alliance on this ship, the strongest old man was only the fourth in the Soul Dew Realm, and Xiao Qiang could kill everyone in a matter of minutes.

But he couldn't reveal his identity, or even arouse any suspicion, let alone involve the Hailan and other representatives of the Hailan tribe who participated in the trade.

The idea is good, but the reality is not so beautiful.

When Xiao Qiang was carrying the two big men and just came out of the hatch, two sharp eyes suddenly locked on him.

"What person" The old man in a black samurai robe stood on the side of the ship, staring at Xiao Qiang with sharp eyes, and shouted sharply.

Immediately after he saw the two big men in Xiao Qiang's hands, his heart was shocked, and he instantly summoned the spirit armor and spirit soldiers.

Although the old man only has the strength of the fourth level of the Spirit Dew Realm, he is the most experienced voyager, in his more than thirty years of sea career, he has encountered at least a dozen times of black and black, a hundred emergencies, his strong people have died, but he has survived.

He clearly remembered that the young man in front of him was from the Hailan tribe, and he had four necklaces around his neck, one of which was a storage necklace, indicating that his status was not low, and he had two studs in his ears, indicating that he had two wives, which was already rare in a small tribe of hundreds of people.

So on the first day of the boy's boat, the old man noticed.

After being surprised, the old man suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile.

A small group of hundreds of people, what kind of master can come out, not to mention that the other party is still a descendant, and he is a little too sensitive

The old man simply withdrew the spirit armor, released a coercion, locked on Xiao Qiang, and said coldly, "Boy, give you a chance to justify, why do you want to kill my people?"

The old man's previous angry shouts had already alarmed the warriors patrolling the boat, and more than a dozen black-clothed warriors came from all directions, surrounding Xiao Qiang in the center, and everyone saw the corpse on the ground, and they all shouted and cursed, glaring at Xiao Qiang murderously.

Soon, the two slave girls were dragged by the samurai's hair, kneeling on the ground and trembling, crying, explaining, and pleading, while looking at Xiao Qiang with desperate and frightened eyes.

The old man looked at Xiao Qiang with indifferent eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Young man, which one of them have you seen, or both?"

The corners of the two warriors' mouths also showed a playful smile, and they grabbed the female slave's hair and let them face Xiao Qiang, and the sharp blade was on their necks and slowly slashed