After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

The beautiful woman's lips twitched, but she still gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay!"

“Then let’s do it on the street.” Martin shook his head.

"You...you're not going inside?" The beautiful woman's eyes widened, her expression incredulous.

“I love doing things in unexpected places. It’s almost dusk, and it would be so exciting to play together under the setting sun, with everyone watching,” Martin suggested, slamming his right fist into his left palm.

"Are you a pervert... a pervert?" The beautiful woman's expression was somewhat distorted.

"What? You don't want to? I'll give you another 50 Berries."

"Still not enough? I'll add 10 Berries for you. Take it or leave it. You're worth that much!"

The beautiful woman's face suddenly turned ashen and her voice became hoarse as she roared, "What exactly do you want?"

"What? Who are you, coming to my house to charge me? Don't you know I'm a married man?"

Martin shrugged: "Look, my wife's back."

The beautiful woman turned her head instinctively.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person turned their head, Martin didn't hesitate to slap the other person on the forehead.

This palm strike was unleashed with full force, the wind from the palm whistling through the air.

But the woman, who was right next to him, was pulled back the instant he struck out, her body swaying like a sheet of paper as the wind from his palm swept across her.

How could you dodge at such close range?

Is it a paper drawing?

It is at least an expert-level paper drawing.

Martin narrowed his eyes.

Hehehe, hehehe...

The woman laughed, her fiery red lips splitting open. At first, her smile was quite beautiful, but the more she laughed, the wider her mouth split, until it reached her ears, making her look completely inhuman.

"Help! There's a beautiful woman without clothes on in my Luo Ben!"

Martin simply shouted it out loud.

The woman was startled, touched the ground with her toes, and quickly disappeared from Martin's perception.

"Damn, there are all kinds of people in this world."

"Looks like the good days are over?"

Martin pursed his lips.

No wonder he's been feeling watched lately; he's definitely being targeted.

Soon after, Robin arrived at the house, where Martin had already packed his luggage.

"Lona, Joel might be in some trouble."

"Go to the port and wait for me. I will meet you soon."

Martin instructed, "This box is full of money."

"Honey, am I left the only option?"

"I can help too."

Martin smiled and said, "I don't need your help or your hands. I'll handle it. Trust me."

"You're a historian, and you wouldn't want the Ohara incident to happen again, would you?"

"The Windward, bound for the port, awaits me."

Robin was stunned when she heard this; she sensed a hidden meaning in her husband's words.

Yes, he was the sole survivor of Ohara, and if he gave anything away, his whereabouts would be completely exposed.

What awaits them is the navy, and perhaps even forces on par with the Buster Call.

Robin nodded: "Honey, I'll wait for you."

As she spoke, she began packing her things and then left the port.

As Martin watched his first wife leave, he was about to go out to look for Joel when the door was pushed open again.

Joel stumbled into her house with weak steps, clutching her shoulder where blood was still flowing.

Martin immediately stepped forward and hugged the swaying Joel, letting him fall into his arms.

"Quick...run away!"

Joel's face was pale.

"Why are you running away? Your injuries are so bad, you should rest and recover first."

Martin laughed as he picked up Joel and carried her to the living room. He took off his wife's top and began applying medicine to her.

Joel sustained three main injuries, the most serious being a puncture wound to the shoulder, which appeared to be caused by a sword blade. The wound also contained a toxin that had narrowly missed piercing the heart by just two centimeters.

A broken left arm and a calf struck by a sharp weapon are three different types of attacks.

The toxins can be sucked out first, then medication can be applied, and the rest can be done by simply bandaging the wound.

However, given his injuries, it would be almost impossible for him to escape.

Even the slightest bump could have killed Joel.

It seems that Joel has encountered a formidable opponent and is being besieged.

Do my wife's colleagues and superiors really want to die?

Martin opened all the doors and windows, placed the Thousand Cherry Blossoms and the Sharpshooter on the table, and waited for the other party to come...

Chapter 93 Successful Proposal

The moon sets, crows cry, and the night is cold and desolate.

Martin sat quietly by the bed, taking Joel's temperature, covering him with the blanket, and listening to his steady breathing.

Currently, Yor has absorbed the poisonous blood from his body, and his vital signs are relatively stable. Judging from his breathing, Yor has entered a deep sleep.

It must be said that Joel's physique and constitution are extremely strong. Apart from the toxins, this kind of injury, which would be fatal to an ordinary person, did not have a fatal effect on her. It seems that as long as she rests for a period of time, the injury will heal itself.

She's such a vibrant woman.

The night was desolate, the night was bleak.

As night fell, Martin began to tend to Senbonzakura and the Divine Spear. He wiped the blades with sword oil and began to sharpen the edges with a knife stone.

There were some faint footsteps around, and peculiar footsteps came from the rooftop.

Martin remained unmoved, focusing intently on polishing Senbonzakura and the Divine Spear, using extremely delicate and gentle techniques to oil and sharpen the blades.

He also glanced at the recharge status of the two Zanpakuto.

[Senbonzakura - Bankai 895/1000, requires corresponding Devil Fruit power]

[Godsword - Bankai 955/1000, requires the corresponding Devil Fruit power]

The recharge amount for the Divine Spear has successfully surpassed that of Senbonzakura, and it only takes ten "Bang Ji La" to complete the Bankai.

It must be said that in terms of sex, Joel completely outclasses Robin, and is completely unrestricted.

If I had focused my efforts, I would have created a Bankai Zanpakuto long ago.

However, a man should treat his wife equally and not favor one over the other, which is also for the sake of family harmony.

"Everyone, since you're already here, why hide outside? Please come in."

Martin's eyes remained unchanged, but he suddenly spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in black who had fled during the day strode gracefully into the living room through the front door.

Without saying a word, the other person sat down opposite her on the sofa, crossed her legs, and revealed two long, snow-white legs under her skirt.

Immediately afterwards, another man with bulging eyes came down the stairs from the second floor and sat down in front of the second-floor passageway.

The two men looked at the man sharpening his knife with amusement.

"You didn't run away? That's a bit unexpected."

The woman in the black bodycon dress spoke, a playful smile appearing on her lips.

Martin didn't look up, but asked softly, "Why should I run? Just because two of you came?"

The woman in the black dress scoffed, "Heh, you still don't understand what you're facing."

She then complained, "I just don't understand."

"You're just a retired naval warrant officer who can't do anything except blacksmithing."

"Why would our famous Thorn Princess take a liking to you? And you even married two wives, making the Thorn Princess willingly take the place of a concubine."

Martin continued wiping his knife, head down: "This is love, you'd never understand."

"Love? That's hilarious! Do you even know what Joel used to do?"

The woman in the black dress couldn't help but open her fiery red lips: "She's known as the Thorn Princess, a ruthless female demon who kills without blinking an eye, and also our ace in the rough..."

Martin shrugged and glanced at Joel lying on the bed: "To love someone is to accept them completely, including all the hardships and suffering they've endured. Love is inclusive; love cannot be rejected."

The woman in the black dress was taken aback, clearly not expecting Martin to be so magnanimous.

The man with fish-like eyes sneered, "You're quite optimistic. You're about to die and you're still talking about love. Do you think you can take us down just because you learned some swordsmanship in the navy?"

Yesterday he specifically investigated Joel, that useless husband of his. Joel seems to know some swordsmanship and has a good reputation in the town.

He watched the other man wiping his knife with his head down and said, "Sharpening your knife at this hour? Do you intend to use it against us? Just a knifesmith like you?"

Martin calmly and casually put down the two polished Zanpakuto and sheathed them one by one.

Only then did he slowly raise his head: "Use a knife? There are only two of you. I'll change my mind."

"You think you can silence them after only two people have arrived?"

He slowly stood up, and Ah Hu next to him spat, his killing intent surging, ready to make a move.

"Martin... why aren't you leaving yet?"