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Chapter 8 Tonight, let's hunt to our hearts' content!

Chapter 8 Tonight, let's hunt to our hearts' content!
Navy G-51 Branch, Port.

The royal merchant ship of the Kingdom of Nismael, the 'Eckjohn', remained quietly docked.

A grand banquet has begun within the branch, where naval personnel and merchant ship managers are enjoying fine food and wine.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the merchant ship...

"I'm so envious. I heard that the Grand Steward prepared a 100,000-Berry bonus for every Marine soldier this time."

A guard from the Kingdom of Nismair exclaimed, "Especially Colonel Aster. I heard that the kingdom secretly gave him treasures worth this much."

He held up his hand and gestured a number, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"You just don't understand."

Upon hearing this, another old guard beside him chuckled and said, "That Colonel Asta is no ordinary man. Previously, a ship of slaves being transported by Steward Mantal had an accident in Master Harbor. Several slaves escaped and went to the naval branch for help."

"Among the slaves is a woman, a special commodity from the 'Flowering Clan'—she's a high-class item!"

As he said this, the guard beside him also looked surprised.

The Flower Clan – a special race from the high seas.

On the surface, they look like ordinary humans, but their bodies emit a floral fragrance, they can make plants grow when they are near them, and their sweat is one of the best nectars in the world.

Female Flower Clan members are just as valuable as female mermaids, with starting bids in the Sabaody Archipelago reaching 5000 million Berries.

It's easy to imagine that if such goods were to escape, Manager Mantal would certainly not fare well.

But
"It was Colonel Asta who returned the slaves to the steward and destroyed the relevant documents requesting help."

The old guard chuckled: "Now you understand, right? The navy is our important 'protective umbrella,' so of course the commander-in-chief has to give them plenty of benefits!"

Upon hearing this, the young guard became even more envious.

However, the old guard quickly changed his tone: "You don't need to be too envious. We've had quite a haul this time, and Steward Mantal will give us some rewards."

Hearing him talk about this, the young guard was no longer sleepy.

"Isn't that right? Who would have thought that there would be such a great beauty in a fishing village on a small island, and that she would eventually be taken in and bought by a Celestial Dragon."

At this point, he swallowed hard.

The old guard nodded in agreement: "Yes, that World Noble offered a Devil Fruit and 200 million Berries in exchange. Including the other slaves we took, we made a total of 500 million Berries. Hmm!"

He was halfway through his sentence when his expression suddenly changed.

At that moment, the two guards found that their legs, necks, bodies, and hands were being tightly bound.

Before they could even struggle...

Two short knives pierced their bodies from behind.

"Six, no, seven intruders?"

The old guard quickly assessed the number of intruders in his mind, and then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Then, the seven intruders quickly dragged the two fallen guards to a corner and stripped them of their clothes.

After doing all this, all seven invaders were panting heavily.

But if you look closely, you'll discover a surprising fact.

Those were the seven intruders who had infiltrated the ship at that moment. They all looked exactly alike and were none other than the young pirate named 'Alan'.

Needless to say.

This is naturally Alan himself, along with his remaining six fragmented clones.

"Ke Li"

At this moment, Alan's low voice seemed to be clenched so tightly that he was about to bite his teeth off.

From their conversation, he had already figured out Ke Li's fate.

"No, we can't rush things. Grandpa and the others are still in the cabin. I have to save them first."

But he quickly suppressed his anger, and then the two clones changed into the clothes of the two guards.

"There are fifteen minutes left until the guards change shifts. The cabin will open, and I can sneak in and rescue Grandpa and the others."

He kept going over every detail of his plan in his mind.

That's right.

From the moment he claimed to be a pirate and wrote that threatening letter, forcing the merchant ship to stop at Masterport, he had been observing the every move of everyone on board from afar, waiting for the plan to begin.

"There will be only 4 guards left in the cabin for a short time. I'll take out two of them with a sneak attack, and the remaining two will be paid for with my life!"

Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but recall the strange naval captain he had encountered with the clone he had just abandoned as a 'pawn'.

For some reason, the other party seemed to know his plan, and every word he uttered hit him where it hurt.

"But according to the information synchronized by the clone, he doesn't seem to have returned to the port. Was he just bluffing me?"

Alan shook his head sharply when he thought of this.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer has the leisure to think about it anymore.

He is very clear about his own strength.

Although the fruit he ate when he was young granted him special abilities.

But he was just an ordinary fishing village boy—the reason he wasn't captured and enslaved like the others was purely by luck; he just happened to be away from the village at the time.

Even if he and all his fragmented clones attacked together, they might not be able to defeat the three kingdom guards head-on.

Therefore, he only has one chance.

"We must concentrate! Concentrate!"

Just as he was thinking about this.

"beep!"

A sharp whistle broke the silence of the merchant ship, coming from behind him.

Alan looked behind him in disbelief.

At that moment, the two guards he had stabbed struggled to sit up.

"Kid, this is your first time killing someone, isn't it?"

The old guard was still bleeding, but he was grinning menacingly.

"You were nervous—with such a short knife, you could only stab our heads, hearts, or vital organs. But you didn't hit any of them! Idiot!"

As he spoke, dozens of guards rushed out of the cabin after hearing the whistle.

"Intruders!" "Why are they invading now? We don't have any treasure left on board."

"Never mind, let's catch them first!"

"Wait a minute, these intruders... are they septuplets?"

Upon seeing Alan and the two injured guards, they immediately understood the situation.

At this moment, Alan's face turned deathly pale.

Just as I said before—he only has one chance.

But obviously, it no longer exists.

The next moment, he heard the old guard say, "Don't kill him, he's not some septuplets—this guy is probably a power user. He's valuable cargo! We have to capture him alive!"

Upon hearing this, Alan's pale face suddenly flushed red.

He suddenly gripped the short knife tightly in his hand.

"You bunch of scum. I..."

He will not become a slave—not even in death!

Then, he and his six clones, wielding short swords, suddenly lunged at the guards.

But obviously, that makes no sense.

Just two minutes later, Alan and his clones were lying on the deck covered in blood.

Which one is the original body?

"Who cares, arrest them all."

"We're about to strike it rich! Ability user slaves are very popular!"

As they spoke, several guards walked forward with smiles and reached out to grab Alan.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Alan, who was lying on the ground, tried to resist, but was immediately pinned down and unable to move.

But at this very moment.
"boom!"

But then he suddenly heard a whooshing sound.

Then, he clearly felt the force that had been pressing down on him disappear instantly, replaced by some warm liquid falling on his body.

This allowed him to struggle to look in front of him.

At that moment, the fierce-looking guards who had been standing in front of him had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was a huge hole in the deck.

Through the hole, one could see the blood and corpses of the guards below—the source of the warm liquid on his body.

"who!?"

What's going on with this hole?

"what happened?"

"Look! It's in the sky!"

Then he heard the guards' alert voices.

So, he subconsciously raised his head.

Then, he was horrified to witness a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

A full moon hangs high in the dark sky.

Moonlight spilled onto the waves, creating a silvery effect.

Meanwhile, a figure was standing in the center of the moon in the sky.

He was wearing a rooster mask and was slowly retracting his fist.

"Who is that guy? An accomplice of the intruders?"

"He can fly? Is he also a superhuman?"

"Quick! Shoot him down!"

The guards, weapons at their feet, were engaged in a lively discussion.

But at this moment, some people have already noticed something is wrong.

For example, the old guard who was stabbed by Alan noticed that the figure was indeed standing in the air, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his feet were moving slightly.

"That is."

As a seasoned veteran with extensive experience, the old guard had heard of this technique, especially after delivering that punch that shattered the deck.
"No! No!"

The old guard immediately spoke up, wanting to give orders.

"Retreat immediately! Quickly inform Chief Steward Mantal and Colonel Astor, this guy is a monster!"

But obviously, it was too late.

"Fuck!"

With a speed almost invisible to the naked eye and a violent whooshing sound, the old guards saw the figure in the sky disappear in an instant.

"very nice."

The next moment, he heard a low voice in his ear.

"I've run into scum like you on my very first mission. Now I can have a proper hunt!"

The deep voice came, and the old guard felt his gaze soar high into the air.

Then, he saw his own body.

Then he realized that it wasn't him flying, but only his head.

And in that brief remnant of consciousness.