The Terror of the Pirates

Who actually fired the shot that gave the assist in the aftermath?

Alex didn't know, and it didn't seem that important.

Listening to the intensifying sounds of fighting over there, one could imagine the brutality of the scene.

As the initiator, Alex expressed regret.

Those who come out to fight always have to return.

To the pirates without guilt, he circled around the complex until he reached the other side and then went up to the roof of the nearest building.

After coming up to the roof, Alex was shocked to realize that there were many people standing on the surrounding houses at some point.

At a glance, some of them were even carrying food and bottles of wine in their hands.

When he got close, he could still hear the sound of shouting.

Looking at those people, Alex pondered slightly.

It seemed like a good choice to go after them.

However, at the moment, there were better choices, so he gave up on this idea.

Alex retracted his gaze in silence and turned to look at the battle circle in front of the auction house.

His gaze was mainly focused on the bloodied fishman slave.

And the pirate that he had just inadvertently swept a few eyes over inexplicably felt a wisp of coldness, only thinking that it was the cooling down of the night, and hastily poured in a few more mouthfuls of spirits to warm up his body.

At this time, the chaos at the bottom gradually reached a white-hot intensity.

Some people saw that the situation was not good and withdrew from the battle circle in time.

However, more people forced themselves to stay at the scene because their companions were injured, plus the boss was still inside the auction house.

Originally, because of the explosions inside the auction house, this group of men were worried about their respective bosses, so they wanted to rush inside the auction house to check the situation, only to be stopped by the auction house's armed team.

In terms of the auction house's position, if so many people were to rush in at once after an accident, it would not only make the situation inside worse but would also threaten the merchandise that had already been auctioned off by the guests tonight.

Due to the good reasons given by the armed team, the group of men took the strength of the auction house at face value.

Taking this as a point of conflict, when the whole situation was completely messed up, they also let go of their hands, gathering people to kill indiscriminately and pressing towards the entrance of the auction house.

In such a situation, in less than a few minutes, more than a hundred corpses appeared on the ground.

But of these corpses, at least a third of them were killed by the fishman slave.

From escaping from the auction venue to the current man-block killing, the fishman slave was actually still a bit confused.

He didn't know how the explosion inside the auction venue came about.

Nor did he know who had taken advantage of the chaos to open the cage that held him captive.

Nor did he know why there was a fight inside the auction venue.

He only knew that there was a chance to regain his freedom in front of him.

Therefore, with a fluke in mind, he ran wildly through half of the venue.

What he couldn't understand was that those humans in the venue, including the one who had already paid a lot of money to buy him, actually didn't stop him, allowing him to rush out of the venue peacefully.

What the fishman slave didn't know was that the guests present at the auction only saw him as a commodity with a marked price, and at the same time, a commodity that could be bought with money.

Since it was something that could be bought with money, what qualifications were there to warrant them to risk their lives?

Therefore, even Kazit, who was bound and determined to win the fishman slave, could not possibly risk his life to stop the escaping fishman slave at a time like this.

That was nothing more than a commodity that could be traded with money.

If something went wrong, it was also the auction house that should be responsible.

This kind of pure and deep soul-deep cognizance was not something that the fishman slave who fled in panic could comprehend.

He managed to escape from the venue with great difficulty, only to be faced with another predicament in a matter of moments.

And just as he slowly felt despair, a scene that he could not comprehend once again played out before his eyes.

The humans suddenly began to kill each other again.

This gave the fishman slave hope.

Arlong was right—humans are an ugly creature that has no need to exist!

After the pressure was suddenly reduced, the fishman slave went crazy and made frequent killing moves.

He no longer bothered to take care of the slashes coming from behind him, only to speed up the efficiency of the breakout.

This recklessness caused him to hang several bloody wounds in just a few seconds.

But the result was also remarkable—he finally broke through to the edge.

What stood in front of him was no longer an impermeable crowd but a human wall that could be broken through with a wave of a hand.

"Get out of the way!"

The fishman slave roared again and crashed through the last weak human wall.

After successfully breaking through, he, drenched in blood, ran wildly above the long street.

Just go down to the sea, just go down to the sea...

At this moment, he only had this thought.

Seeing the fishman slave break out, the surrounding pirates who were watching the scene could not help but be startled.

Several pirates immediately took out their pistols and actually regarded the fishman slave as a moving target to be played with, aiming their guns at him.

Bang, bang...!

The sound of gunshots rose in all directions, and a bullet cut through the night, shooting towards the fishman slave who was running wildly.

The scanty marksmanship caused most of the bullets to miss, but there were also a few bullets that slashed through the arms and waist side of the fishman slave.

For a moment, several arrows of blood splattered in the air.

The fishman slave, on the other hand, endured his injuries without stopping.

"Haha!"

The pirates laughed recklessly.

Immediately after that, there was another round of gunfire.

The rain of bullets came, causing the fishman slave to be as precarious as a small boat in a storm.

At an alleyway not far from the street, Clara looked at the fishman slave fleeing for his life in the rain of bullets, with nothing but gunfire and the ear-piercing laughter of the pirates in her ears.

She frowned deeply, her fingertips subconsciously exerting force, pinching a large crease out of the important drawing she held in her hand.

It wasn't exactly in pity for the fishman slave but rather in disgust at the atmosphere.

Because her experiences as a young child had made her understand one thing deeply:

There were good and bad fishmen, and the same was true for humans.

The difference between good and evil had nothing to do with race.

Bang, bang—!

Another ear-shattering gunshot.

But this time, it was followed by the screams of two pirates before they died.

The two shots that came from nowhere killed the two pirates who had raised their guns and fought most cheerfully.

Clara was stunned, and with her excellent hearing, she identified the two flashes of gunfire among the many sounds.

When she looked at the sound, she saw a masked figure speeding quickly across the top of the building.

"Is that...?"

Clara's eyes widened.

However, she saw the figure quickly put away the attempted pistol and then drew a long-barreled smoothbore rifle from behind her back with one hand, slammed the muzzle of the gun across the room, and seemed to pull the trigger without even aiming.

With the sound of the gunshot, Clara's line of sight shifted just in time to see a pirate who was racking a rifle and aiming the muzzle at the fishman slave fall to the ground in response.

"That man... is saving the fishman?"

Clara looked at the figure once again, her eyes filled with an unbelievable light.

Who exactly was it?

A marine?

A bounty hunter?

It couldn't be a pirate, could it?

Much less a fishman, right?

Staring blankly at the distant figure, Clara's thoughts churned.

She couldn't think of anyone who would step in to save a fishman in such dirty water.

The person who fired the shot was Alex, who was always watching the battle.

After seeing the fishman slave successfully break out, he quickly followed them while his heart was filled with joy.

Subsequently, he also saw the pirates on both sides of the street who came out from the taverns or casinos to join in the fun, using the fishman slave as a living target for gun practice.

"Dare to touch my prey?"

Alex didn't even think about it at that time and directly drew his gun to finish off the three pirates who were jumping around the most.

There was also the scene that made Clara feel unbelievable.