"Uhhhhh!! Yes, I'm sorry!!"

Screams were heard from inside the tavern, so shrill that it could make one's skin crawl all over. A certain man lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

Tears and snot poured out together, turning his face, which was twisted in pain, into a blur, looking as ferocious as a tortured evil ghost in hell.

Brett stood beside this man, his face calm.

He raised his foot and stepped on the man's left leg.

The man's left leg was already a puddle of meat from the knee down, and the bones were broken into pieces. Brett's foot stepped on the knee.

The strong bones could not provide any defense, and instantly shattered into dregs.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The man's screams echoed through the sky again.

The other people in the tavern were silent at this time. Don't even move, they all lowered their heads and didn't even dare to look here.

They recognized Bright, so they didn't dare to move. One second to remember s://

The man's companions tried to resist, but their necks were broken in an instant.

Only the last man, their leader, who was bragging triumphantly just now, has now had his limbs trampled off, and no longer has any courage to brag, and can only keep wailing miserably.

"Please, please, forgive, forgive me——"

The man's consciousness was blurred due to excessive blood loss, and he was just mumbling to himself.

"Mr. Bright, we are ready!"

Outside the door, a man leaned half in.

Bright nodded, hooked his foot around the man's neck, and then kicked the man out of the tavern with a flick.

Brett walked out slowly.

Outside the door of the tavern, at the intersection of the two roads, a tall wooden pole was now erected, with a rope noose hanging down from the pole.

A man stood aside with a smile on his face.

He is Donald's friend, and it was only through his help that he was able to find these guys.

Brett picked up the noose.

The man who fell to the ground still had some consciousness, "No, no, don't..."

His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and he squirmed hard to get away from Bright.

But Brett just flicked it casually, and the noose was already on the man's head, and then successfully pulled it around his neck.

"no no--"

The man turned around with difficulty, "Original, forgive me——"

"Who is qualified to forgive a guy like you?"

Brett calmly pulled another rope hanging from the wooden pole, "You have no choice but to die."

The man was hoisted up, very high, to the top of the wooden pole.

At first he was still struggling, but soon he only twitched slightly, and finally fell silent.

The street was clean and there were no people around, but many people were hiding behind the windows in the houses and watching in horror.

Brett tied the rope carefully.

Then he turned back, "If there are still people who want to take action against mermaids or fishmen, just be prepared for me to appear in front of you."

Still very quiet.

Then, Brett walked away.

Many years later, perhaps people here will still remember that back view.

Remember the fear that figure from behind brought them.

For several hours after that, the street was very quiet.

On the way to Donald's company, Brett was thinking, is such a warning useful?

The conclusion drawn is very depressing and probably won't be of much use.

As long as the benefits are sufficient, for some people, life is something that can be left behind.

But Bright felt that even if it only had a small effect, his action would be valuable.

Donald's company is located in the business district of the Shampoo Islands, not far from where Bright is at this time. It is a five-story building that is not very impressive.

With Donald's friends leading the way, there were no obstacles along the way.

When we went all the way up to the top floor, as soon as we opened the door, we heard the sound of crying.

Brett followed the sound and looked over. On the long sofa, four little mermaids were sitting in a row and crying, eating marshmallows while crying.

On the single sofa on the other side, Rayleigh was drinking by himself with a bottle of wine.

Only Donald was anxiously trying to appease the little fish people.

"Mr. Bright, you are finally back!"

Seeing Bright coming back, Donald was like seeing a savior. He immediately rushed over, "You and Mr. Reilly should have a lot to say, right? I won't disturb you!"

As if there was a dog chasing him from behind, he ran away with his friend arm in arm.

"Oh? Is it done yet?"

Riley pushed up his glasses.

Brett nodded.

He walked up to the sobbing little mermaids and squatted down, "Do you know me?"

The oldest little mermaid looked at Bright with twitching shoulders, and then his eyes lit up, "Are you Brother Bright?"

"That's Brother Brett that Nana said, right? I've seen you!"

It turns out he is little Nana’s friend.

Brett smiled and said, "It's me, I'm here to take you home, so don't cry."

"Wow! I miss mom!!"

The youngest girl cried louder.

Brett picked her up carefully and patted her back gently, "Okay, okay, I'll take you back to see your parents later."

"Really?"

Another little girl raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Um."

Brett nodded.

"Whoaaah!"

This time I cried even louder.

Brett felt like his head was spinning. After leaving the Naval Science Corps, he had never felt as helpless as he did now.

"Hahahaha, that's what children are like."

Lei Li laughed loudly, "Brother, come on."

Drink your wine.

Brett could only comfort him for a while.

The children's emotions finally stabilized.

"it's all my fault,"

Nana's friend blamed herself, "I was the one who told me to come to the sea to have a look."

"It doesn't matter, the matter is over."

Brett rubbed her little head and said, "Just don't do this again."

"Never come to the sea again!"

A younger child sobbed, "Human beings, good and bad."

Brett heard Riley sigh.

While comforting the children, Brett was also thinking about what to do if something like this happens again in the future.

Fortunately, adults have basic abilities of discrimination.

But children are different.

You should think of a way.

It is best to be able to restrain children's actions and teach them something.
To be continued...