Third Bro's Got Guts!

Tony Tony Chopper was running as fast as he could; he had been shot in the left leg, and blood was gushing out.

But Chopper felt no pain at all.

He had to get to the dock, where the most important person in his life was.

Kinsal Square, located in the dock area, is called a square, but its most beautiful sight is not the fountain or the garden, but a bloodstained Execution Platform.

The bloated, snotty-nosed Saint Charlos's face had been replaced by extreme tyranny, replacing his previous dazed expression.

His goldfish bowl-shaped hood was broken and lying to the side.

His favorite, expensive green robe also had a tear.

And the cause of all this is this old man, a lowly commoner as humble as mud.

He actually dared to point a gun at a great Celestial Dragons with such a ridiculous reason as "protecting his family," which is truly unforgivable.

Therefore, simply shooting him dead was no longer enough to quell the Infinity Edge rage in Saint Charlos's heart.

Whether they were once legendary pirates, beautiful young women cherished by their lovers, or impoverished nobles from some kingdom, they were all now wearing collars and trembling as they prostrated themselves at the feet of the Celestial Dragons of Saint Charlos.

They dared not utter a single sound.

Anyone who angers Charlize Theodore will be tortured to death in the most brutal way.

Just like that dying old man on the Execution Platform right now.

"Old man, do you want to die like this? Don't even dream about it!"

Saint Charlos grinned cruelly and said to his guards, "Skin him alive in a moment. He ruined my clothes. I'm going to make him into a leather jacket, but..."

Saint Charlos stepped forward and looked down at Hiriluk's old face.

"The leather is of such poor quality; the clothes made from it are beneath my dignity."

He glanced back at his mount, a tall pirate slave.

"How about we make a saddle? This useless thing's bones are too hard; it's not comfortable to sit on."

Generally speaking, watching an execution is a common hobby for people all over the world.

However, since the Celestial Dragons kill people here, tourists in Sabaody don't dare to approach at all.

Whether they are royalty or wealthy merchants, they are nothing but a bunch of vermin in front of the Celestial Dragons.

They only dared to watch from a distance.

Some people grit their teeth in anger, but dare not speak out.

Some people admire the elegance and style of the Celestial Dragons.

But most people's expressions revealed numbness and a sense of being used to it.

In the Sabaody Archipelago, things like this happen every day.

The only difference is that this time someone actually dared to tear Celestial Dragons's clothes.

Therefore, his fate will be even more tragic than that of the unfortunate ones in ordinary events.

In short, the onlookers had various expressions, but none of them showed a "I can take his place" look.

Just then, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the Execution Platform.

You can't kill me!

When exactly does a person die?

Was it when he was shot in the heart?

Wrong.

Is it an incurable disease?

That's not right either.

Three years ago, when I was terminally ill and had drunk poisonous mushroom soup, thinking that death was imminent, a young miracle doctor saved me.

He told me that with a smile.

A person truly dies when he is forgotten by the world.

Even if I disappear, my dream will be realized in that amazing young man!

Snap!

Saint Charlos slapped him across the face, his expression full of disdain.

"Idiots just spout incomprehensible nonsense!"

"These gloves are no good either!"

At the behest of his servants, Saint Charlos threw aside his blood-stained gloves and put on new, clean white ones.

Despite being Celestial Dragons and living a life of luxury where everything is done for him, Saint Charlos lacks physical exercise.

But he was, after all, a fat man.

No matter how bloated he was, his strength was still considerable. His slap flattened Hiriluk's entire face and made him spit out three teeth.

Nevertheless, Hiriluk maintained his smile, "If I'm going to be executed, it would be such a waste if I didn't leave this world with a smile."

Kill him!

Saint Charlos was furious.

His group of wicked servants immediately took instruments of torture and skinning knives, and walked up to the Execution Platform with smiles on their faces.

"Dr. Hiriluk!"

Just then, a brown figure burst through the crowd in the distance and came running.

Chopper, maintaining his reindeer posture, lowered his head like a bull in a bullring, then suddenly charged, smashing the Execution Platform to pieces.

The wicked servants fell down, sprawling on their backs.

Chopper then picked up Dr. Hiriluk and tried to escape from the crowd.

"Chopper, you escaped? That's great!"

Hiriluk opened his swollen eyelids, revealing a kind smile. "I should have died three years ago. Don't worry about me, run!"

How could I possibly abandon you, Dr. Hiriluk!

Looking at the old man, who had been tortured beyond recognition, Chopper recalled many heartwarming moments from the past.

This man, known as a quack doctor, was the gentlest person in the world to Chopper. He was his teacher, his father, the foolish father who would drink poisonous mushroom soup for him and raise a gun against the Celestial Dragons for his sake!

"I will definitely get you out of here!"

Chopper's eyes were filled with tears.

If you want to escape from a crowd, the best direction is naturally to a place with fewer people.

However, the place with fewer people was naturally where Saint Charlos, that hated Celestial Dragons, was located.

"Don't think that just because you're my sister's pet, I won't dare kill you!"

Charlos Saint pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at Chopper.

The bullet struck Chopper squarely in the shoulder.

But Chopper completely ignored the pain.

He lowered his head, pointing his sharp antlers at the demon that had destroyed all warmth.

"Bastards, don't come any closer! You're all going to die!"

Saint Charlos was so frightened that he fell to the ground and shuffled backward.

However, just as Chopper's antlers were about to touch Saint Charlos, a pair of calloused, rough hands grasped his antlers.

Saint Charlos's mount, the tall pirate, stood up and protected his master.

"I'm sorry, but if you hurt my master, I will die!"

With that, the great pirate suddenly threw Chopper to the ground with force.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Chopper and Dr. Hiriluk were not the ones who got shot.

Gao Hai, the pirate, clutched his heart and turned to look at his "master" in disbelief.

The pistol in Saint Charlos was puffing out smoke.

His face was filled with disdain. "I told you, as a mount, if you lift your limbs off the ground, I will kill you. How dare you disobey the orders of the Celestial Dragons! Die!"

With that, Saint Charlos fired three more shots.

The tall pirate collapsed in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in death.

Chopper's eyes widened; he couldn't believe there were such disgusting people in the world.

He struggled to get up, but it was too late.

Saint Charlos's servants had already gathered around.

A large net covered him and Dr. Hiriluk.

"Blue-Nosed Reindeer are indeed very rare creatures!"

Saint Charlos crouched down and carefully examined Chopper.

"Your leather should be pretty good. Once my sister gets tired of playing with it, I'll take it and make it into a leather jacket..."

Also, what does blue-nosed reindeer meat taste like? I can't wait!

Hopefully, you won't die before your little sister gets tired of playing with you... chuckles

Just as Saint Charlos crouched down to inspect his prey, a huge white Riot Games, like a sledgehammer, flew from a distance with a whistling whirlwind and struck his eighty-centimeter-long face.

"Candle Champion Cup!"

Mr. 3 Galdino's trump card.

He wrapped his entire body in candles, transforming himself into a candle robot.

The candle, as hard as iron, can not only Okatana attacks, but its enormous Riot Games can also be launched to inflict severe damage on enemies.

Galdino, clad in full candle armor and bathed in the glow of Ma Qiao's level 5 [Courage] aura, strode into the plaza.

At that moment, Third Brother was incredibly brave!

"What?! So easily defeated!"

Galdino retracted his candle Riot Games and looked around.

They found everyone staring wide-eyed, mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

"It seems Third Brother 've all been intimidated by my formidable strength!"

Galdino, smug and triumphant, stepped over Chopper and Hiriluk and strode up to the fallen Saint Charlos.

Although Galdino felt that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar.

But without the bubble mask, with his facial features severely distorted and his hairstyle messed up, Saint Charlos just looked like a fat guy who deserved a beating.

Under normal circumstances, given Galdino's personality, he might have given it a second thought.

But at this moment, listening to the compliments from his longtime rival and the former "other people's child" Ma Qiao, and further encouraged by the Courage Aura, the Third Brother was already intoxicated.

When the Third Brother gets going, he can even force the future Emperor's Deputy to cut off his own legs. He was the first to ascend to the highest platform Paramount War, and he has an impressive record of withstanding Magellan, Sengoku, and others.

"Candle Champion Cup!"

"I'll hit you!"

"I'll hit again!"

"Ah!"

Galdino rode atop Saint Charlos's obese body, relentlessly beating his ugly face until his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

At the same time, the entire arena was completely silent, except for the muffled thuds of candles Riot Games striking flesh, Galdino's "Ah-da!" and Saint Charlos's sobs.

Until...

Clatter

Paintbrushes and palettes lay on the ground, a little girl with a lollipop in her mouth— Miss Goldenweek was terrified.

She only came to watch the excitement, but ended up seeing her partner beating up Celestial Dragons?

She saw Galdino, and Galdino turned around and saw her too.

"Where have you been? Don't be like Ma Qiao; slacking off at work is wrong!"

Galdino was a little angry. "After I teach this guy another lesson, you'll come with me to move the sofa!"

However, Galdino was surprised to find that the little girl, who usually had a cold expression, was now displaying a wide range of emotions.

Her facial features contorted incessantly, a complex tapestry of micro-expressions intertwined, before she finally burst into tears with a loud "waaaah..."