Randall: The baby is bitter, you still don't let the baby say!

Ten waves of waterspouts have just been exploded, and the people are almost exhausted.

As a result, before I could catch my breath, the hail group came again!

New World: Death to Grandpa!

Those hailstones, some the size of a human head, some the size of a millstone.

Falling from a high altitude is really the same as a meteor shower falling on the sea.

Randall was mostly drained by the waterspouts by this time, and he really didn't have much experience dealing with the hail.

It's taking care of this side, not taking care of that side.

The poor ship soon became a piece of wood floating on the sea.

Before fainting after being hit in the head by a hailstone more than a meter in diameter, Randall's last thought was:

In the new world, this beam is over!

After some time, Randall snapped open his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, it is a not very spacious, somewhat dark space.

There are a lot of people.

Some of these people are dead-faced, some are full of despair, and some are terrified.

There are humans, there are mermaids, fish-people.

But without exception, they are handcuffed on their hands.

Around the neck, a uniform metal collar.

Randall frowned, subconsciously wanting to move.

found that his hands were also handcuffed.

He shook his head, a little confused.

There was also a cold touch of metal on his neck.

Anyway, he was knocked out by hail before.

Now what's going on?

Saved, but not completely saved?

In other words, this circle is a slave collar.

That collar that can explode at any moment.

It is claimed that after being brought on, he can only be a slave for the rest of his life.

In other words, it was the slave traders who "saved" themselves?

And these people around him are slaves.

Randall shook his head, and could only say that the luck of these slave traders was really bad.

He rose from the ground, and with a slight force on his hand, the steel handcuffs shattered into several pieces.

The sound of handcuffs falling to the ground was very obvious in the originally quiet space.

Almost everyone looked at Randall.

Surprised, confused, overwhelmed, mocking, disregarding, blah blah.

There are all kinds of emotions.

But they just watched, without the desire to speak.

And next to Randall, a mermaid girl, tugging at Randall's clothes, whispered:

"You're crazy! The collar will explode!"

She didn't want to see the teenager who had been locked in not long ago die like this.

Not for anything else, just for that handsome face.

It's a pity to be so handsome, just die.

But it's a pity to be caught as a slave.

What's even more a pity is that she was also caught.

She thought with some wistfulness.

Randall was stunned.

To be honest, those who don't speak, who ignore it, he thinks are normal.

He didn't expect that when they met, someone would remind them.

Suddenly, Randall laughed.

Seeing this smile, the fish-man girl felt as if she had been shot in the heart.

Good, so handsome!

Ah, let me die! No regrets in this life!

"Don't worry, just an explosive collar won't kill me!"

After Randall finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the cabin, ignoring the bewildered mermaid girl.

On deck, the slave traders had nothing to do.

Then someone turned his head and saw a slave wearing a collar come out.

And the slave didn't have handcuffs yet.

I was shocked.

"Hey, get into the cabin and wait!

Otherwise, your head will bloom!"

The man commanded in a rough voice.

Randall ignored him, just raised his hands and grabbed the collar.

Then, with lightning speed, the collar was removed and thrown overboard.

Boom –

The collar exploded, and the flames illuminated the faces of the slave traders.

Their bewildered expressions at this time were particularly obvious.

"! The slave is running away! It's a hard stubble!

Go and call Lord Tyrse!"

A slave trader shouted.

"Noise!"

Randall said lightly, and then the figure instantly appeared behind the slave trader, slowly retracting his fingers.

And the slave trader had rolled his eyes and fell face down.

A finger-thick hole in the back of his head was bubbling red and white.

There was chaos on the deck.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of gunshots, the sound of breaking the wind, the sound of the human body being pierced, one after another.

"Who dares to go wild here with Uncle Ben!"

Just when the little minion was almost dead, a rough voice suddenly sounded like thunder on the ground.

Randall's movements in his hand paused, and he followed the sound.

But I saw a tall thin man with a long knife hanging from his waist, and walked out.

This is probably what the group calls Tilles.

Randall's turn of his head allowed Tilles to spot him.

"Is that you? The little ghost who hasn't grown all the hair, he's quite capable!

If all this boat is these rice buckets, maybe you will really get out.

But you're unlucky! I met Uncle Ben!"

Tilce said arrogantly, drawing his long knife.

A bloody breath lingered over him.

"This knife is a sharp weapon in the world, and its name is bloody.

The blade of the knife is three feet seven inches long, the handle is one foot two inches long, and the net weight is eight pounds and six taels!

I have stained the blood of a hundred people!"

He raised the long knife in his hand and introduced it forcefully.

Randall was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pondered for a moment, raised his fist and said:

"This fist is an overseas iron fist elite, and it is broken and bruised.

There are five fingers, one palm, and the net weight is unknown!"

He was stunned for a moment.

It's all about whatever!

You don't have weapons, you can't say it!

What kind of evil way is this!

The whole mood is incoherent!

"Boy, you're finished! Wait until you're defeated by Lord Tyrs!

I'm going to break your hands and feet!

Feel relieved! Although you are disabled, with your face, there will still be many people who will buy you!"

The little minion who was scared to death before also stood up when he saw Tilce appear.

The cruel words are all sorted.

"Little ghost, I want you to resist!

In that case, I will be able to give you more pain!

And I'm going to have more fun!"

Tilce picked up his knife and walked towards Randall.

With a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Randall didn't retract, just hooked his finger at him.

Come here.

"Imp, guts!"

Tilles raised his hand and slashed in a blood-colored slash that targeted Randall's ankle.

Randall estimated that this man was stronger than Millers.

It is worthy of the new world, and any person you meet has such strength.

But it's a pity that in front of him, it's still not enough to see.

When the chopping wave arrived, Randall jumped lightly and easily dodged it.

Tyres's face

Smile widens a few points:

"What an obedient!

Good hiding!

But how are you going to hide this way?"

He raised his knife and slashed, and several chopping waves flew out in an instant.

Seal off all of Randall's movement space.

"Lord Tills, be careful not to hurt his face!" The little minion reminded.

"Got it! It's over!"

Tilce said impatiently.

Then he just turned around and left, not bothering to look at the results.

In his opinion, the result was already predestined.