This island is the "capital" of the Clich territory and the barracks stationed by the 5,000 combatants of the Clich Pirates.

Garen, who appeared on the dock under the title of "pirate hunter", quickly became the target of public criticism.

Hundreds of pirate patrolmen surrounded Garen's small sailboat parked on the shore with swords and guns, and Tiebi Paru, the strongest combat power, stood proudly before the pirates and stared at them.

Only Nami, Wallace, and... Old Dicos were left beside Garen.

"Pirate Hunter!"

Tiebi Palu shouted loudly: "You are surrounded by us, hurry up and surrender!"

But Garen's face did not feel panic. Not only did he not reply to Palu's call, he turned his head with interest and said to Dicos, who was still by his side:

"Old man, don't you run with those people?"

Dicos looked at Garen's relaxed and freehand expression deeply, and did not directly answer Garen's question, but asked thoughtfully:

"Sure enough, you've noticed something strange long ago, right?"

"Can you still not see this?"

Galen glanced at the "good people" who were huddling behind the iron-blocked Paru in the distance, and said with some disdain:

"Those guys were so excited that they almost blocked your mouth."

"well..."

Dicos sighed and said emotionally:

"As long as we can make the achievements of 'reporting pirate hunters', lower-level workers can be qualified to become professional combatants."

"In the eyes of those young people, you are like a pie falling from the sky."

The professional fighters of the Clipper Pirates are all highly paid and highly treated employees, and are absolutely superior to those low-level workers who are like slaves.

"hehe..."

Garen chuckled, then frowned slightly and said:

"I was deeply suffering from the oppression of privilege, but I cut my head and tried hard to drill into the privileged class."

“This can be said to be…”

“It’s very social.”

Garen and Dicos chatted without anyone else, which naturally angered Tiebi Palu who led the team to encircle the pirate hunters.

Palu shouted to Garen and his group in a loud and irritated voice:

"Pirate Hunter!"

"If you don't surrender, you will suffer ten times more!"

Palu's voice was very loud, and he shouted out the effect of the loudspeaker in his throat.

But Galen still ignored Paru.

He just looked at the old man Dicos beside him and returned to the question at the beginning:

"Since the profits are so generous, why don't you try with those young people?"

"If you win, you don't have to go to sea to work anymore."

"Hahaha..."

In the desperate situation where there were ambushing on all sides, Old Dirks actually smiled relaxedly like Galen:

"I'm going to be much bigger than them!"

"Now it seems that I should have placed the right bet."

The smile on Dicos' face became more and more intense:

"The terrifying sea beast that appeared before was scared away by you."

"Yes."

"That stupid cow has suffered in my hands and has wandered around the sea."

Galen, who was leisurely, simply put down the sword in his hand and focused on chatting with Dicos, an ordinary old man who was too calm:

"After that's it, your behavior..."

"Don't he look like an ordinary old fisherman?"

"I..."

Dicos showed a look of memories on his face:

"When the public security here was pretty good, I was the mayor for several years."

"But that's been a long time ago, and so many years..."

Before he could finish his words, Paru's angrily roar in the distance sounded again:

"You bastards!"

"You dare to ignore the majesty of my Lord Paru!"

Galen frowned, opened her mouth and scolded her back:

"Shut up!"

"You made me chat!"

The fearless and even arrogant momentum made Tiebi Palu slightly stunned.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Palu finally realized:

He is the one who brought hundreds of brothers to catch turtles in the jar.

"hateful!"

Palu patted the heavy shield on his chest heavily and walked towards Garen with big strides.

Garen finally looked at Paru for a while and couldn't help but feel a little funny:

Napalu's name "Iron Wall" comes from his solid shield worn as a dress;

Among these shields, the two large shields on his chest were the most eye-looking - from a distance, Palu was like an Oreo sandwiched cookie with a shield.

What's even more ridiculous is that there are circles of concentric circles on the big shield, which looks like a striking target.

"It seems we have to talk later."

Garen sighed lightly, then raised his sword in a strange position.

This is not a pose of wielding a sword, but a pose of throwing a javelin.

The aerodynamic shapes of the greatsword and the javelin are very different, and their own mass and center of gravity are also far apart, so it is not suitable for throwing in such a posture.

However, under the absolute gap in strength, the influencing factors of these techniques are no longer important.

Garen, who was promoted to level 6, had enough strength to despise a young pirate cadre like Tiebi Paru.

Galen threw the great sword in his hand with all his strength, and the heavy sword really tore through the air like a light javelin, and then drew a perfect parabola in the air.

The aggressive Tiebi Palu had just approached Garen two steps before being scared by the great sword flying at high speed.

Palu tried his best to avoid it, but he was dragged down by a heavy shield but found it difficult to make effective avoidance.

Coupled with the indicator effect of the target-like shield on his chest, Garen threw the great sword quickly hit the "bull's eye" without any bias.

A weapon like a sword has the most penetrating and lethal force, and is always the most sharp sword tip.

Under the piercing of Garen's sword that was like an armor-breaking cone, the protective shield that Ironbi Palu was proud of was easily pierced like a piece of tissue paper.

The flying sword penetrated the shield and then entered Palu's chest and abdomen without diminishing power.

The sword penetrated the flesh and blood body, and then mercilessly penetrated the back of Palu, and once again pierced a layer of shield behind him.

But the power of this heavy sword has not been vented:

Before Napalu could make a cry of pain, he was led back by the sword that was passing through his chest, and finally nailed to the ground like a candied haws.

"ah..."

Palu's weak scream finally rang out, and the corners of his mouth were filled with terrifying blood.

"return!"

Garen stretched out his right hand with a simple expression.

The big sword nailed to the ground suddenly moved again and pulled out from Palu's chest.

When the sword flew back to Garen's hands steadily, Palu, who had suffered a second injury, had completely lost his breath, and blood was still flowing down from the sword in Garen's hands.

“It’s really worthless…”

Garen sighed helplessly:

Napalu's strength is even worse than that of the cadres of the Fishman Pirates. The experience value provided is a drop in the bucket for Garen, who now has more and more needs for upgrading experience.

"Fortunately, there are enough people."
To be continued...