Char Marco Saint overturned Saab's boat with a single shot ten years ago, causing Saab to join the revolutionary army and become the chief of the general staff and the culprit of the "second-in-command".

Vivian, of course, knew this guy.

After all, he has an unlimited mobile phone with complete resources, so he reviewed the plot of One Piece for the first time.

"So, what kind of movement does it take to make the whole ship riot?"

He thought, fumbling into the pocket of his coat, and pulled a lighter out of it.

Pregnant!

So two or three minutes later.

"It's on fire!"

"Oh no, Lord Charmaco, your bedroom is on fire!"

Several guards hurriedly ran into the hall, but as soon as the words fell, Char Marco raised his hand and shot straight at the head of the guard.

The bullet sank into his chest, and the guard's eyes widened, and he didn't have time to see the extra blood hole in his body, so he fell straight down, losing his life.

And Char Marco Sheng scolded: "Bastard, you can't even handle such a trivial matter? If there's a fire, you run to help, and you come to tell me what to do, don't you see that I'm playing a game with them? ”

Inside the hall, there was a mess everywhere.

Dozens of slaves were slumped on the ground, covered with blood, and moans of pain came and went, but there were still more than a dozen slaves standing, trying to knock the others down in exchange for their own lives.

How sad is that?

The slave collar around their necks made them afraid to attack Charmaco, so much so that they had to kill the weak in their own situation.

Char Marco saw this scene in his eyes, laughing loudly, and the expression on his face was full of enjoyment.

This is the right of the Celestial Dragons.

The rights you can enjoy as a descendant of the Creator.

In the whole world, there is no one who dares to go against their will!

I am proud.

Who knows the next moment..

Boom ——!

There was an explosion, startling everyone in the hall.

Char Marco Saint pointed a gun at the guard: "Go and see, what's going on!" ”

"Yes.. Be! ”

Not caring about the corpses of the dead colleagues on the ground, the remaining guards hurriedly ran out again.

However, in less than ten seconds, one of them leaned back from the door and said, "Check.. St. Charmaco, the kitchen exploded, the food on our ship.. It seems like it's all in there.."

"What?!"

Hearing this, Char Marco finally couldn't stand still.

"What the hell are you bastards for?"

When the words fell, he was about to pull the trigger and shoot again, but at this moment, Vivian, who was wearing a guard uniform, ran in from the door with a spear and a gray face.

"Lord Charmac, the fire is about to spread here, so please go to the deck and rest before we put it out."

"Huh?"

Char Marco glanced at Vivian, and was about to say another few more words of scolding when he heard several more explosions in the aisle.

A look of fear suddenly appeared on his big ugly face, and Char Marco Saint immediately stepped forward and quickly walked out of the door.

"And these slaves?"

"What do they do with their lives? Get out of here and put out the fire! ”

"Yes, Lord Charmaco!"

...

"What about water? When you run out of water in the bucket, you go to the sea to pick it up! ”

"Damn, why the hell is it on fire? Let me catch who started this fire, and I will definitely kill him! ”

Outside the kitchen, a group of guards who were carrying water were all disgruntled, and complained very dissatisfied.

At the same time, Vivian led the slaves in the hall and walked briskly to the basement cell.

Naturally, the place where he set the fire was specially avoided from the location where the cell was located.

Dragged a group of badly injured slaves with a rope to the front of the cell, and as soon as he entered, a shirtless, tall and mighty man with a soldering iron in his hand cast his gaze, "What's going on outside, why is it so noisy?" ”

"It's on fire, and the others are putting out the fire." Vivian replied.

"On fire?" The strong man was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything, just said, "Leave the people over there, I still have a few slaves here who have not been branded." ”

With that, he stripped the clothes of a young man in front of him, and the red-baked soldering iron in his hand instantly fit on his skin.

Zila—!

The sound of flesh being corroded by high temperatures.

With a burst of meat fragrance, the young man let out a terrible scream, and immediately fainted.

Vivian glanced at the extra mark behind the man, which was the symbol of the Celestial Dragon slaves: the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

kicked away the young man who had fainted, and the strong man turned his head to look at Vivian again: "Speaking of which... Why do I feel like you're a little blind? ”

Vivian's face is full of soot at the moment, and it stands to reason that he would not be recognized under normal circumstances, but his temperament is too outstanding, and the figure he has cultivated in the past two years due to his continuous prostitution attribute is indeed a bit eye-catching.

Plus that dress that doesn't fit well...

The strong man thought for a moment, only to feel as if he had never seen a being like Vivian on the ship.

And at this moment when he had doubts.

Wow!

The spear slashed through the strong man's neck at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, and a bloody arrow unleashed.

"You.."

The strong man opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only cover his throat, stared at Wei Wei'an with his eyes, and slowly fell down.

...

Looking at the young man who was branded with the hoof of the Heavenly Dragon, Vivian felt a little guilty in his heart.

The reason why he didn't kill the jailer in the first place just now was purely because he couldn't see through the strength of the other party.

However, after waiting for a while, seeing that there was no option in his mind, he was relieved and decisively chose to make a move.

Throwing the blood-stained spear in his hand to the ground, Vivien took another cigar from his bosom and lit it, and began to think about the next step.

At the same time.

The slaves in the cell were all looking at Vivian standing by the fire with great amazement.

This man: . Who the hell is it?

Why did he kill the guard?

My heart was filled with doubts.

And some people, after seeing the corpses on the ground, seemed to see hope, and even their breathing couldn't help but start to become short.

"If you take these people away, my small boat will definitely not be able to seat so many people." Vivian's mind was wildly thinking.

Do you want to hijack the ships of the Lower Draconians?

Spit out a smoke ring, who knew that as soon as his idea came to him, the option immediately appeared in front of him.