The air suddenly calmed down.

The fishermen were so scared that they even had to control their breathing frequency by the terrifying sea beasts that were so close that they had to control their breathing. Their hands and feet were so stiff that they dared not wipe the cold sweat that oozed from their foreheads.

Garen, Nami and Wallace were also silent, but there was no panic on their faces, and there was only indescribable weirdness.

The terrifying sea beast that emerged from the sea water, the former fighter of the Dragon Pirates, the cow mooed.

It stared at the car-sized eyes, slightly opening its mouth that could swallow the sailboat in one bite, and a humanized panic expression gradually appeared on the face of a cute cow.

"Hello!"

Galen opened his mouth to break the silence.

However, he was about to say more and say hello to this "old acquaintance", Moo's huge body that had not yet fully surfaced trembled slightly.

"Moo!"

The cow mooed and whistled, and then a rewind version of it that had surfaced not long ago...

Before Galen could speak, the huge bull head had already sank back into the water.

But for a few seconds, the figure of the manatee moaning under the water also disappeared without a trace in Galen's eyes.

"I said why I couldn't find it when I cleaned the battlefield. It turned out that this guy had fled to other waters."

Galen looked at Moo's escaped figure and carried the sword back on his shoulder speechlessly.

"That sea beast actually let us go?"

But the fishermen shouted in ecstasy: "We are so lucky!"

The cheers of the survivors quickly resounded around, and the "survivors" could not help but vent their excitement after the survivors.

"Stop yelling!"

Nami couldn't help but call out the ecstatic fishermen and told the truth helplessly:

"Is that stupid cow scared away by us?"

"How is that possible?"

Several fishermen who had been scared by the manatees turned their heads and looked at Garen and the other two, but they retorted firmly:

"How could that terrifying sea beast be scared away by humans?"

A fisherman who calmed down a little finally noticed the strange thing about Galen and asked in surprise:

"You, why did you suddenly have an extra set of armor on your body?"

"This is my special ability."

Garen's answer was very concise.

Wallace frowned slightly and asked with some concern:

"Don't you know Lord Garen?"

"Have you never read the newspaper?"

"newspaper?"

The fishermen replied in surprise: "Is this guy a famous person?"

"certainly."

Wallace's tone was very serious, "Justice Garen" was a hot topic of news that he created.

“We have never read the newspaper…”

Several fishermen looked at each other, but their faces were filled with helpless smiles: "I really don't have money to buy."

"Don't have money to buy?"

Nami couldn't help but exclaim: "One newspaper is only one hundred Bailey!"

"You are actually more stingy than me..."

The smiles on the fishermen's faces became more and more difficult, and their voices were filled with a little bit of difficulty:

"We are all laborers under Lord Clicker, and we only have to work hard."

"I won't have a penny in my hand."

Galen could not help but ask, "What does it mean?"

Just like finding some catharsis point, the fishermen complained in front of Galen with one word:

It turned out that the Clik Pirates completely divided the professional fighters and civilians under their command into two classes.

Professional combatants have extremely high welfare benefits and almost unrestrained freedom, while civilians at the bottom are full-time workers managed by completely high pressure.

These workers have no personal freedom, no dime salary, and uniformly allocate survival materials, and have to contribute labor to the Cliff Pirates...

Through the high welfare employment system, Clicker has trained more than 5,000 professional fighters with high recognition, strong enthusiasm and good combat effectiveness. At the same time, he relied on high-pressure policies to squeeze out huge funds from the lower-level civilians that were enough to maintain the operation of the Pirates.

As for the fishermen in front of them, they were the kind of lower-level workers who could not even pay a newspaper.

The whole content of their lives is to make money by fishing for the Cliff Pirates.

"Isn't this treating people as slaves?"

Garen seemed to have seen the enhanced enlarged version of the Dragon Pirates, and couldn't help but say in annoyance:

"I'm here to ask Clik for trouble!"

"you..."

Several fishermen's eyes lit up, and they were so excited that they even changed their names: "Are you a pirate hunter?"

"almost."

Galen admitted his identity without hesitation.

The fishermen looked at each other, and a complex emotion gradually appeared in their eyes.

After a brief silence, their faces burst out with even more excited expressions, as if they had seen an angel descend to earth:

"Please be sure to defeat that demon Clik!"

“We can give you the way!”

“That’s natural.”

Galen replied softly: "I was here to get the head of Clich."

"Don't be foolish!"

A loud roar suddenly rang.

The person who made the voice was the captain of the fishing boat, Old Dicos.

His face was very gloomy and his tone became extremely sharp:

"I have seen so many arrogant pirate hunters like you!"

"The 17 million bounty does not represent Clik's strength. Don't die again!"

"kindness?"

Naturally Galen would not be scared by such words, but just waved his hand casually:

"Old man, don't worry!"

"I'm not the kind of weak person who can't recognize his own strength!"

But Dicos was completely unhappy and just scolded him even more excitedly:

"I kindly advise you!"

"You can come back now..."

Before he could finish his words, Dicos, who was excited, was pulled back by several young fishermen.

While secretly controlling Dicos, they said to Garen with a smile:

"This old man was scared by that guy Click..."

"You must not listen to him!"

"Our hope for freedom is on you!"

Garen vaguely felt something was wrong, but he was naturally not afraid of the small actions made by a group of ordinary fishermen.

So he frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I will naturally solve the Cliff Pirates."

Old Dix, who was firmly held back by his companions, looked at the confident expression on Garen's face, and suddenly gave up struggling and resistance.

He sighed helplessly, and the emotions in his eyes looking at Garen were extremely complicated: both worry and hope.

"Thank you sir!"

The fishermen nodded and thanked in a hurry, with their expressions very pleasing:
To be continued...