The Great Voyage: A Family of Two Swordsmen, the Younger Brother is Golden Lion

They were all tourists.

Just checking the progress!

There will naturally be someone to do the work for them!

"Ah--"

Sterry Grell Saint slowly approached Newtline, looking at the somewhat stunned navy man before him with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

He tugged at the chains on his hands.

The slaves lying on the ground immediately started barking wildly at Newtline.

Newt Lane immediately knelt down.

"Lord Grell, the Flying Pirates are here! Please leave immediately!"

Newt Lane kowtowed as she spoke.

Grell sniffed, immediately becoming indignant: "Who do you think you are, daring to tell me to leave?!"

"Kneel here and don't move, you piece of trash!!!"

"I'll deal with you when I get back! You slut, get down on your knees!"

Grell Saint's act of stepping on Newtline's head shows he has absolutely no respect for the Navy.

The navy officer in front of me is just a naval officer with a certain status.

Even vice admirals and admirals of the Marine Headquarters are nothing more than watchdogs of the Celestial Dragons and nobles.

Newtline dared not resist the Celestial Dragons, but with a single exertion from one of them...

His body went limp, and he collapsed onto the bridge.

Then, a bunch of dirty footprints of varying sizes were left on the cloak of justice behind him.

Yes.

Grell Saint led his team, stepping over him one by one.

Lying on the ground, Newt Lane felt utterly desperate.

He couldn't afford to offend the Celestial Dragons.

But can he afford to offend the Flying Pirates over there?

That's someone who can go toe-to-toe with a Navy Admiral!

Now, Newtline feels like an outcast, torn between staying and leaving.

"Just a bunch of lowly pirates!"

Grell Saint made a casual move.

Suddenly, four masked people appeared beside me.

No one knew how they appeared; all they saw were that they were all wearing white suits and red ties.

“CP0!” Newt Lane’s forehead was covered in sweat.

CP0 is an organization directly under the Celestial Dragons, the world's nobles, and is known as "the Celestial Dragons' strongest shield" and "the world's strongest intelligence agency."

Simultaneously.

The CP0 agents accompanying Grell Saint were all from the East Blue on higher-level missions. They were the elite of the elite, tasked with maintaining the rule of the Bridge Kingdom and ensuring the stable operation of the region.

In the past, I could suppress anyone who resisted with a single finger!

These people can easily wipe out even an island or a country!

"You lowly piece of trash!!!"

"How dare you defy the will of the Creator!"

A CP0 suddenly appeared and stepped directly on Newtline's back.

Newt Lane's eyes bulged out.

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the bluestone slab.

Lick it clean like a dog!

CP0 commanded, "This is the path Lord Grell took back! Understand? Navy!"

You have to lick up the blood you spit on the ground yourself.

Newtline was filled with despair.

It opened its blood-stained mouth and licked the ground until it became even redder.

boom--

Seeing Newt Lane's inefficiency, CP0 got fed up and immediately kicked him, causing Newt Lane's entire body to bend into a "V" shape from behind.

It looks like the entire spine is broken.

Then, the body was kicked into the sea.

The navy personnel maintaining order nearby were immediately horrified. Newt Lane was their superior officer, and he had been killed just like that. The Celestial Dragons' direct subordinate force was truly too brutal.

He kept his head down and took several steps back.

"Hahahaha!"

"Good job, but be faster next time!"

Grell Saint glanced at CP0, who had made the move.

Cold sweat immediately broke out beneath the CP0 mask.

"Lord Grell Saint, I've remembered! I promise I won't let you down!"

And the other side.

Kazan naturally noticed the appearance of the Celestial Dragons.

But for this kind of animal that is like a pig.

He had absolutely no interest in it.

I feel like killing would dirty my hands!

He was quite interested in learning that a Celestial Dragon family resided in the Bridge Kingdom of the East Blue.

If we're talking about who's the richest in this world, it has to be the Celestial Dragons!

The Stry family resides in the East Sea, so their grandeur, palaces, and other facilities must be quite impressive. Given this, wouldn't they have some treasures in stock?

It will definitely happen!

and.

According to Shakky's intelligence, Mary Geoise entrusted the Stry family with the overall planning of bridge construction in the East Blue, which means that the Celestial Dragons have a large amount of Mary Geoise's resources at their disposal.

Why not seize this enormous wealth that's been handed to us, or keep it to raise pigs?

Kazan laughed, "Let's go take a look, we're probably going to strike it rich this time!"

"It's that kind of weird stuff again..." Shiki frowned when he saw the Celestial Dragon's attire.

Back in September 923rd, he killed a Celestial Dragon, which attracted several Marine Vice Admirals. Shiki felt disgusted just thinking about such disgusting people. Why not kill them instead of letting them pollute the air?

"Hehehehe—"

"I've heard that the Celestial Dragons take pleasure in killing. Should we make them clowns to entertain everyone this time too?"

Shiki stroked his chin, pondering.

Da da da--

As they moved forward, the two groups drew ever closer.

On the other side, seeing Kazan and his men approaching, Stry Grell Saint immediately shouted with a wicked grin, "Unlock the chains, slaves, go and bite them to death!"

Although Kazan and his forces outnumbered and outmatched others.

But the Celestial Dragons never care about that; the Navy always appears in huge numbers.

In the end, they lined up and knelt down to lick their own shoes.

pat-

As the chains were broken, the slaves immediately went berserk, crawling slowly forward on all fours, barking and yelping.

Available in the next second.

A flash of red sword light appeared.

More than a dozen slaves were cut in half at the waist.

Blood was scattered on the ground.

Such creatures, which have been completely enslaved, can no longer be called human.

The message Redfield read in their minds was more like that of subjugated, low-intelligence animals, meekly accepting their master's commands.

Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.