The father said nothing. He only stared at Luo Han from afar—or rather, at the roasted meat in Luo Han's hands—with longing in his eyes. Yet he did not move a single step. Not just him; all the villagers drawn over by the scent of meat stood at what they considered a safe distance. No one dared come any closer.
At that moment, several scruffy pirates suddenly drew their blades and walked toward the islanders, glaring at them maliciously.
"Hey, hey! Could you stand a little farther away? You're ruining our appetite!"
Seeing the pirates approach, the villagers seemed to sense the malice in their eyes and hurried back to the village. The father quickly picked up the little girl and ran after them.
"Hahaha! Run faster!"
One particularly vicious-looking pirate let out a sickening laugh and rushed toward the father and daughter. With his speed, he naturally caught up to them in an instant.
The pirate swung his blade. A white flash of sword light expanded in the terrified eyes of the father and daughter, about to separate their heads from their bodies.
Faced with this scene, no one aboard either pirate ship reacted. From their indifferent expressions, Luo Han saw only one word: habit. Even Whitebeard and Sister Shaku acted as though they had seen nothing.
Was everyone this indifferent to life? You didn't have to give food to starving people, but did you really have to kill them outright?
Puzzled, Luo Han stopped Cole from going over. With a Mind Movement, the pirate lackeys chasing the villagers were suspended in midair. Their bodies continuously twisted out of shape, their bones crackling without pause. They could not even open their mouths, clearly enduring immense pressure.
Having escaped disaster, the little girl instead stared wide-eyed at the scene with