Whether it's Rossi and Dover, or the Torrebol Foursome, for them, the fight is over.

But for the ordinary people affected by their battles, the problems have only just begun.

At the junction of the garbage disposal area and the port area, two buildings are slowly turning into rubble in the smoke and fire.

One is a factory warehouse, and fortunately there is no storage of goods.

But the other is a simple residential house, and the wooden building allows the flames to spread outward.

"Quick, put out the fire!!"

"Personnel, are there any injuries—"

Men, women, and children all rushed to and fro with buckets of seawater, trying to extinguish the fire.

The young man who poured water on his body rushed into the fire and rescued the trapped people and valuables.

"The old Porkin's family is here, and there are no casualties."

"Whew... Phew..."

The gray-haired old man dropped the barrel in his hand and slowly sat down against the wall next to him.

"It's good if people are okay..."

He was 'Old Polkin', a worker who could no longer do heavy work.

"Grandpa, but our home is gone!"

The young man next to him clenched his fists angrily, he was the grandson of the old man, 'Little Polkin'.

The teenager is in the grade full of enthusiasm, how can he accept the fact that his 'home' is gone so easily?

"Those bastards who blew up our house, I will never forgive them!"

"Alright, Polkin."

A middle-aged man in a vest walked over and patted the young man on the shoulder.

He was the uncle of Polkin Jr., who was also young, so he naturally understood his nephew's feelings. But after stepping into society, middle-aged people have understood that enthusiasm cannot change anything.

"Those guys who caused the explosion are not something we ordinary people can provoke."

Although middle-aged people have a good set of muscles, this is only proof of selling labor in the factory. What's more, he is really old and young, and the two families are counting on him to support their families.

This kind of thing is already a 'luxury' for middle-aged people.

"Uncle, you are too cowardly!"

"I saw the faces of those guys, and I'm going to get them back—"

"Don't say it,"

Covering the young man's mouth, the middle-aged man looked around vigilantly. Although surrounded by neighbors who helped extinguish the fire, there were passers-by who watched.

If there were people on both sides of the battle among these people, and they believed their nephew's words, they would definitely strike first, and the two of them would not even be able to continue living in this town.

what

Counting on the sheriff?

Don't talk nonsense, the job of the 'black skins' is to protect the rich people in Uptown.

Even if they died, they would be nothing more than a line in a paperwork.

It's just...

The middle-aged man looked up at his burned home, his eyes full of unwillingness.

His father, as well as his and eldest brother's hard work for more than ten years to save money to buy a home, were easily burned down by the aftermath of the battle of those 'strong'.

The eldest brother, in particular, was burned to charcoal by an exploding blast furnace in the factory.

The home burned down and had to be rebuilt. I just don't know how long it will take this time...

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment in his heart, but what can he do as an ordinary person?

Just when the middle-aged man was helpless and sad, the nephew in his arms suddenly exerted his strength, broke free of his hands and rushed out-

"Wait!"

A young man named Polgin stood in front of two passing children, his eyes full of anger.

"I remember your face, it's you who burned my home!"

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"Don't be careless,"

"Although several leaders of the other side were injured in the explosion, there should be quite a few ordinary members."

On the ship, the wound was cleaned with alcohol, bandaged and medicated, changed into clothes, and replenished with lead bullet gunpowder. Armed and armed, Rosie and Dover are ready to set off to find trouble with the 'four-suited' family.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Although Rosie and Dover's strength is no longer comparable to that of a 'normal' child, after all, they are still flesh and blood, and they will bleed when they are cut with a knife, and they will be injured if they are hit by lead bullets, so caution is still necessary.

So when they just walked to the place where they had been on the battlefield before, they were stopped by a young man who suddenly rushed up, and his hands were subconsciously placed on his waist at the same time.

"Wait!"

The young man wearing only a vest stood in front of the two, his eyes full of anger.

"I remember your face, it's you who burned my home!"

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For the teenager who suddenly stopped in front of the two, Rosie glanced at the burning house next to him, and knew it in his heart.

But Dover raised his eyebrows, and the cold murderous aura began to spread.

"So what?"

"You-"

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Before the boy could say anything more 'hard', a large hand landed on top of his head and pressed down hard.

"I'm so sorry!"

"My bastard boy is not sensible, please forgive the two adults..."

The young man who was held down struggled to shake off his uncle's hand, stubbornly holding his head high.

"It's not me who is wrong, it's their ——?!"

A black hole pointed the muzzle of a gun at the boy, squeezing the rest of his words in his throat.

Many things are never about right and wrong, but about whose fist is bigger.

"Your Excellency!"

Facing the muzzle of the gun, the middle-aged man was in a hurry, instinctively pulled the young man behind him and opened his arms.

"Uncle, get out of the way!"

In the next second, the middle-aged man was pushed away by the young man behind him.

"I said it, what came at me!"

The boy clenched his fists, his teeth creaking, anger mixed with a hint of remorse.

In the face of the strong, simple 'justice' and 'courage' are only the way to die.

In an instant, the young man was about to splatter five steps with blood.

"Dover, don't do this."

Rosie reached out to stop Dover from pulling the trigger, even though Dover's behavior was the norm in this world:

Comments?

I asked about the knife and gun in my hand first!

But for Rossi, it didn't have to be that way.

"I'm sorry about the fact that our previous battle affected your family."

In one sentence, the uncle and nephew who were competing to block on the opposite side were stunned, and even the white-haired old man who had just gotten up on the side stopped.

Rosie stepped forward and pulled out a stack of Baileys.

"Here's half a million,"

In an instant, the eyes of the people on the entire street lit up, revealing a green light.

"It's not much, but it should be enough to get you through. But—"

Rosie looked at the young man on the other side seriously: wearing a thin vest, his malnourished face was stubborn and unafraid.

"What's your name?"

“··· Polkin, everyone calls me little Polkin. ”

Most civilians do not have surnames.

"The culprit who burned down your house is Torrebol, the leader of the 'Four-Suit Family'."

Although it was Rossi who 'lit the fire', it was Torrebol's Devil Fruit ability that burned down the two buildings.

And when the words 'four-colored family' and 'Torrebol' came out of Rossi's mouth, the faces of the people around him changed and changed, making Rossi nod secretly in his heart.

Well, it seems that those four guys are not unknown in this area.

"Now, we're going to get them in trouble."

Reaching out, he handed a thick stack of half a million Bailey to Porkin.

"Since you have the courage to stand in front of us, you shouldn't mind being our guide, right?"

···

"Polkin, don't take it!!"

Faced with this sum of money that could instantly change their family's predicament, the middle-aged man and the white-haired old man changed their faces drastically.

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Facing Bailey, who was handed over by Rosie, the young man in the vest took it without hesitation, turned around and stuffed it to the middle-aged man behind him.

"Uncle,"

"Grandpa, mother, brother, please."

The boy naturally has enthusiasm, but growing up in this chaotic world, he is not a fool who doesn't understand anything. The other party did not shoot himself, and he was willing to 'compensate', so he Polkin is not an uninteresting person.

What's more, for the teenagers in the garbage disposal area, joining a certain 'family' is also a way to get out of the predicament.

Boom!

Facing the two little boys who were younger than him, the boy got down on one knee and lowered his head.

"Two big brothers, from now on."

"My life is yours!"

In the garbage disposal area of the town of Spice Darmaruz, 100,000 Baileys can break anyone's hands and feet, and 500,000 Baileys can buy any life.

Attention, it's anyone's life!

The idea that life is priceless is just a beautiful slogan in any world.

Even in Rossi's previous life, the dignified President of America could 'open his brain' in the street, the mayor of the stick was 'shot seven times in the back and judged to be a suicide', and there are countless 'accidents' that die from mud trucks every year.

As for this world of One Piece, human life is directly 'clearly marked': the amount of the wanted warrant is proof of the strong.

As for the lives of the weak, they are not worth anything at all!

"Welcome aboard, Polkin."

After saying that, Rosie turned his head to look at Dover, and Dover also remembered Rosie's plan to recruit people.

"Let's go, you will be a member of our 'Don Quixote family' from now on."

Under the unbearable gaze of the middle-aged and the elderly, the young man got up and led the way, preparing to go to the residence of the 'Four Suits Family' with Rosie and Dover, as if this was the way to leave.

"I said, don't make the atmosphere so depressing."

Before leaving, Rosie turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who was holding his nephew's 'life money'.

"We need guides, not cannon fodder and combatants. If you have time to grieve, you might as well clean up your house, and we'll be back for dinner later. ”