Hoyle laughed wildly when he saw his men arrive.

He's now a dead man and can no longer be mayor. Since he can't be mayor, he'll just get rid of the person who caused all this.

"Get him! Cripple him! Torture him to death, bit by bit!"

Hoyle lay on the ground and yelled at the men Charlie had brought.

His face was extremely hideous.

Seeing his mayor in such a miserable state, Charlie rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

But upon seeing the mayor, whose limbs were crippled and whose body was a bloody mess, Charlie would never have believed it was his mayor if it weren't for the familiar voice.

"Quick! Quick! Rescue the mayor!"

Charlie said anxiously, pulling on Kiben's arm.

And Kiben also saw Mayor Hoyle's appearance.

He gasped, his former dignified and solemn demeanor completely gone. His gray hair was covered with specks of blood, and his black suit was tattered and torn, a far cry from his former elegance.

And then there was the boy who had stepped on Mayor Hoyle's back.

"Hi~!"

Jiben gasped instantly. This was the drunkard he had brought over yesterday!

In an instant, Kiben felt as if the sky had fallen. The slaves he had sent had actually trampled Mayor Hoyle underfoot. Even if he captured the slaves again, he couldn't guarantee that Mayor Hoyle wouldn't blame him.

In an instant, Jiben felt that his life was shrouded in darkness.

He hadn't considered whether he could capture the slave; in his subconscious, he thought that with his side of over sixty people, they could overwhelm him even with sheer numbers.

Charlotte, on the other hand, watched the sixty-odd people who had just entered with great interest.

He ignored the mayor's foul language at his feet.

Count Red shook his head helplessly when he saw these people.

These people have virtually no hope of surviving when they encounter Charlotte, the god of death.

They came here to give it away for free.

"Charge, brothers, save the mayor!"

"Go, brothers, save the mayor!"

Upon seeing Mayor Hoyle trampled underfoot by Charlotte, without any further orders from Kiben, everyone grabbed weapons and attacked Charlotte.

Ironically, those who shout the loudest are often hiding in the back, cheering and waving their flags – that's laughable too.

Charlotte remained calm when a group of people surrounded her. She kicked Mayor Hoyle away. It wasn't that Mayor Hoyle was causing trouble for her; someone like him who wanted to cause trouble for Charlotte was not even worthy of her attention.

Charlotte kicked him away because she was afraid that swords and spears would have no eyes, and if he accidentally died in the melee, how could Charlotte continue playing?

Seeing so many people rushing towards him, Charlotte revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

The Great Swordsman of Blood has emerged.

His fists were clenched tightly. If his sword hadn't been damaged in the previous battle, he would have preferred to use it to kill them.

bump!

Without hesitation, as someone drew a knife, Charlotte swiftly punched the man in the chest.

Click!

Charlotte's punch was as powerful as a spear, penetrating through the body and piercing into the attacker's chest.

The man died after just one glance.

Charlotte never glanced at him from beginning to end. She quickly withdrew her arm and charged into the crowd like a tiger descending a mountain.

"what!"

"Humph!"

"Eh!"

Screams were heard everywhere!

The screams continued for a long time, leaving those who were still alive staring in disbelief at the scene.

Everyone was shocked.

"this!"

Mayor Hoyle watched this scene in shock, even temporarily forgetting the pain in his body, as he stared in astonishment at Charlotte, who had pounced on the flock of sheep like a tiger entering the arena.

Who exactly is this slave? And why is he so strong?

Mayor Hoyle had been hoping they would come to his rescue, but it turned out they were just there to deliver food to him!

Kiben also came to his senses and stopped thinking about how Mayor Hoyle would punish him, instead focusing on how to deal with the slave in front of him.

As more and more people fell, those who followed panicked.

"Monster! Monster! Run! It's a monster!"

Led by one of them, more and more people dropped their weapons and ran back.

But Charlotte wouldn't let them off so easily.

A tiger pounced and darted into the front of their retreat.

"Hahahaha! Once you're here, don't leave!"

Charlotte laughed heartily as she looked at the group of people.

The Conqueror's Haki unconsciously spread out, but because of Charlotte's deliberate control, no one fainted. They just felt a pressure on their bodies, making it difficult for them to stand up straight.

"Strange! Strange! Monster!"

Everyone was stunned by Charlotte's ferocious appearance.

"A demon! A demon! A devil! This is a devil!"

Upon seeing Charlotte blocking their way, no one was willing to join forces to fight her; instead, they scattered in different directions.

The auction house is large and has many exits, so there's no need to go through the main entrance.

Charlotte was brutally killing people in the crowd, enjoying the thrill of slaughter, and the resentment in her heart was gradually dissipating.

When he woke up, he felt a huge sense of frustration in his heart.

This pent-up anger was directed at the entire auction house; a voice inside him kept telling him to kill everyone in the auction house.

This feeling of depression deeply affected Charlotte, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Only after killing everyone here did his resentment lessen even a little.

Charlotte used the Naval Six Styles technique, Shave, to slaughter everyone running in the auction house.

Charlotte was captivated by the strong smell of blood in the auction house.

Although he was now covered in blood, as if he had been soaked in a pool of blood.

When Charlotte stopped, everyone except Earl Red, who had been watching with great interest from the stands, was dumbfounded.

Whether it was the nobles and royalty hiding under the chairs who were attending the auction, or Charlie Kiben and a few minor leaders who came to help, they all stared blankly at Charlotte.

None of them expected it to end this way.

Everyone who thought victory was assured was stunned, but at the same time...

A deep sense of fear filled my heart.

This includes Major General Wells, who was still in a private room on the second floor.

Major General Wells watched the brutal killing below with ice-cold hands and feet, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed such inhumane brutality, tearing enemy bodies apart and crushing their heads. These visually shocking scenes were relentlessly assaulting Major General Wells's understanding of the world.

Even as a naval officer, he rarely saw such a scene.

When encountering pirates at sea, the first thing to do is to fire cannons.

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Only when artillery bombardment becomes unavoidable will they resort to artillery barrage.

Moreover, it was either a white knife going in and a red knife coming out, or shooting from a distance with a flintlock pistol.

No one else could crush everyone with their bare fists like Charlotte did.

"Ugh~!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold it in any longer and collapsed to the ground, vomiting violently.

This change directly triggered a chain reaction.

In an instant, more than a dozen more people with weak hearts vomited on the ground.

"vomit!"

Charlotte glanced at it but didn't look any further; after all, what was so interesting about vomit?

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