Because of the atmosphere, only a few candles were lit in the room and the lights were not turned on, so Thorne did not see Dar, who was standing at the door earlier, very clearly.
As Dar walked two steps closer, he saw clearly.
Wasn’t that the pathetic youth named Dar who he had framed to take the fall?
He was now covered in blood, his Carved Fur coat dyed red, adding a touch of evil charm to his already handsome face.
Rody said with some surprise, “It’s you.
You actually weren’t caught.”
Dar said playfully, “The person who can catch me hasn’t been born yet, but Young Master Rody is in danger.”
As he spoke, he walked to the bed unhurriedly.
Looking at this erotic scene, Dar felt it was quite interesting, just like watching study materials in the past, but this was a live performance, which was far more stimulating than anything on a screen.
Seeing Dar approach without any intention of attacking, Rody clearly misunderstood his intentions and said indifferently, “Since you were able to escape capture and walk in front of me, it shows that you have some ability.”
“I can make the decision to let you join our Gailun Family.
From now on, you will hand over thirty percent of your earnings every month.
As long as it’s not too excessive, no one will give you any trouble.”
Hearing these self-righteous words, Dar was amused to the point of anger.
“I think you’re like an old man eating arsenic—you’ve lived enough.”
Dar stepped forward, grabbed Rody by his hair, dragged him off the bed, and grabbed his arm with his other hand.
Before Rody could react, Dar’s face became twisted and cruel.
He squeezed his hand on Rody’s arm and then tore it; Rody’s entire arm was ripped off by Dar.
It wasn’t over yet.
He used Armament Haki to harden the severed arm and struck Rody’s lower body with force—a true “breaking of the fifth leg.”
I’ll show you for acting cocky in front of me.
“Ding…
host Armament Haki +20”
Seeing that blood had splashed onto him, Dar frowned and flicked his arm, throwing Rody aside.
Rody, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly curled up like a shrimp, his body twitching violently and uncontrollably.
His eyes bulged, his mouth opened wide, and broken, inhuman whimpers rolled out of his throat.
Seeing him like this, the pent-up anger in Dar’s heart finally dissipated a little.
“Ah——” A sharp scream that seemed to pierce the eardrums rang out from behind Dar.
Dar frowned and looked back.
It was the woman who had been kneeling and crawling on the bed; she was now looking at everything with a face full of terror.
Seeing Dar look over, she was like a frightened rabbit, screaming as she rushed out the door, as if she would be caught by a devil if she were a step too late.
If you ask why the other two women didn’t run, it’s because they were tied up with ropes; clearly, they had been playing a role-playing game.
Ignoring the women, Dar took the den den mushi from the table and handed it to Rody, saying, “Here!
Call your father.”
The curled-up Rody stared at him with hateful eyes, then suddenly laughed wildly as if he had gone mad.
“You’re dead.
No matter who you are, if you offend our Gailun Family, there will be no place for you in this sea.”
“Cough, cough…” Perhaps because he spoke too loudly, Rody began to cough violently.
Dar stepped on the stump of his arm and twisted his foot, then pointed at the den den mushi on the ground, saying angrily, “Why does none of you follow my lead?
I told you to make the call, make the call.”
“Ah——” After a shrill scream, Rody passed out from the pain.
“No need to call.
I’m already here.”
A deep, steady voice came from the doorway.
Dar turned to look and saw a burly middle-aged man over two meters tall standing at the door.
This person was Rody’s father, the Deputy Base Commander of the Marine 758 Branch Base, a Marine Captain.
With his overwhelming family influence and personal strength, he was a man who could stand on equal footing with the Base Commander: Gailun Newt.
Seeing his son tortured so miserably, veins popped out on Newt’s forehead.
There was no need for unnecessary words.
Things had reached this point, and there was no possibility of reconciliation; it was either you die or I die.
With his eagle-like gaze fixed on Dar, he stepped on the ground dozens of times at high speed, bursting forth in an instant.
“Shave.”
An absolute burst of speed.
He appeared instantly on Dar’s right side, his right leg coated in Armament Haki, and a powerful whip kick struck toward Dar’s face.
Watching the whip kick slowly enlarge before him, an irrepressible excitement surged in Dar’s heart.
This was the strongest person he had encountered; at the very least, he knew Armament Haki and the Marine Six Styles.
Dar wanted to use him to test his own physique, so he didn’t dodge, and didn’t even use Armament Haki.
With a loud “Bang~” sound.
Dar’s feet left the ground, and he flew out like a cannonball.
Wherever he passed, the walls shattered as if they were made of paper.
The ground was gouged with a deep crack.
After rolling several times, he slammed into the garden’s rockery in a spread-eagled position.
Newt, who had kicked Dar away, did not go to check on his son.
Years of combat experience told him that the youth just now wouldn’t fall so easily, and he had to go all out.
He used “Shave” repeatedly to catch up to Dar.
Leaning back, his right fist covered in Armament Haki with veins bulging, the air seemed to be compressed and twisted out of shape as he threw a punch.
The entire dozen-meter-high rockery shattered with a roar, rubble splattering everywhere, leaving the surroundings in a mess.
But a look of disbelief appeared in Newt’s eyes, because his right fist was held tightly by the youth in front of him, and his body hadn’t moved an inch.
Newt was truly a veteran Marine; although he was evil, he was definitely not weak.
He gathered strength in his left fingertips, as fast as a bullet, and poked at Dar’s throat.
It was the Marine Six Styles technique, “Finger Pistol.”
But this attack was ineffective and was easily dodged by Dar moving to the side.
After the attack missed, Newt tried to launch various other attacks, all of which were dodged or blocked by Dar.
He became more and more alarmed as he fought.
He wanted to kick back, but his right fist was being held tightly by Dar, unable to pull away.
After continuous full-power output, Newt was now running out of steam; his breathing became rapid, and his strikes became lighter and lighter.
Dar felt it was about enough, so he chopped the back of Newt’s neck with his hand.
Newt’s eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
“Ding…
host Armament Haki +130.”
“Is that it?
I hadn’t even used my full strength, and you’ve already fallen.”
Dar checked his body; only the kick he received at the beginning hurt a little, and he didn’t feel anything else.
From this, he concluded that even without using Armament Haki, a Marine Captain could not cause him any harm at all.
Dar speculated that if he used Armament Haki Domain, he should have strength no less than an Admiral.
…
758 Branch Base.
In the Base Commander’s office, a panicked Marine pushed the door open and said, “Bad news, Base Commander, someone has broken in.”
“What?
Who is so brave?”
The 758 Branch Base Commander, Victor, slapped the table and asked.
“I just checked, it’s the pirate named Carved Fur Dahl who was only wanted yesterday,” the Marine said tremblingly.
At this moment, a commotion came from outside.
Dar was walking over step by step.
He was surrounded by Marines aiming their guns at him, yet no one dared to step forward, and no one dared to fire.
Behind him, he was dragging two unconscious people—none other than Newt and his son.
Dar didn’t come here for revenge, but to clear up this misunderstanding.
He wanted to struggle a little more; if he could avoid being a pirate, he still didn’t want to be one.