Escape Once More

The slave trader leader never expected that this Fish-Man would cause such a huge mess, resulting in the loss of many of his men, including the dead and many wounded.

However, the stronger the Fish-Man slave, the happier he was, because the Celestial Dragons would like him more, and he could sell him for a better price. In this world, were there any people more generous than the Celestial Dragons?

It's important to know that most of the slaves in the Sabaody Archipelago were contracted out to the Celestial Dragons and sent to the Holy Land Mary Geoise and the Red Line.

If we're talking about the place with the most slaves in the world, it's the Red Line. There are people living on the Red Line, and countless slaves were brought there. After many years of reproduction, a nation directly under the control of the World Government was formed on the Red Line, and its population accounts for one-tenth of the world's population.

Aside from the descendants of high-ranking officials and nobles, and the descendants of the Creator, most of the rest are descendants of slaves, that is, slaves of the Celestial Dragons, and have been slaves for generations.

That place is also where the Celestial Dragons suffered the most persecution. Why would the Celestial Dragons come down from the heavens when they're doing so well? Besides looking for high-quality slaves.

Alternatively, they could travel to other Affiliated Nation. Visiting other Affiliated Nation has a strong political role, strengthening the relationship between Affiliated Nation and the World Government. After all, the Celestial Dragons' status is extremely valuable, and they possess unimaginable power.

However, this has also caused many problems. The destruction and rebellions of Affiliated Nation and non- Affiliated Nation are basically decided by a single word from the Celestial Dragons.

Often, a small matter, even the slightest dissatisfaction from Celestial Dragons, can lead to the destruction of a kingdom. This is the nature of the descendants of the Creator, and the World Government treats them with the utmost tolerance.

The second place with the most slaves was the Kingdom of Bridges, also known as the "Kingdom of Laborers".

These are people from countries that refuse to join the World Government and are forced into labor! The Laborers' Country is a country on a bridge located in the East China Sea. They started building this bridge 700 years ago. Most of the people in the country are people from countries that refuse to join the World Government and criminals. They are forced to work hard every day to build the bridge.

The one who gave the order was Celestial Dragons, Celestial Dragons!

However, this is arguably the best place for the Revolutionary Army to recruit members. Their hatred for the World Government and the Celestial Dragons has long reached its peak, but the World Government's army guards this place, and they have no weapons.

But given the opportunity, the Revolutionary Army could acquire millions of troops.

After all, the Kingdom of Laborers has a large population. Even though many people die each year from labor, slaves and criminals from all over the world join in, so the total population of the Kingdom of Laborers has been increasing. From tens of thousands at the beginning, it has reached over a million after seven hundred years.

The crimes committed by the Celestial Dragons are so numerous that it would be an understatement to say they are beyond description.

The slave trader's leader was thrilled, watching the Fish-Man being locked back in their cages. Even though many of his men had died, it was all worth it.

Now, he just wants to contact a buyer as soon as possible, and use his connections to get in touch with the Celestial Dragons and sell the Fish-Man.

The Fish-Man struggled fiercely, making "bang bang" sounds, but to no avail.

Just then, a faint sound rang out, as if someone had appeared beside him.

He didn't care who it was; instinctively, he opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and bit down hard on the person. Even if he died, he wanted to tear off a few pieces of flesh from these enemies.

However, he missed his target and went berserk. The figure inexplicably appeared to his right, avoiding his attack.

Just as he was about to make a move and continue his attack, the man said something that made him stop in his tracks.

"Want to go out?" The voice was soft, only the two of them could hear it.

The Fish-Man suddenly realized that this man was not an enemy. Although he didn't know why this man was in the cage, he was undoubtedly his hope.

He certainly wanted to get out. If it weren't for the two large iron balls on his legs restricting his movement, he would have run away long ago. As Fish-Man, once he leaped into the sea, he would be free to roam.

He wanted to answer, but stopped abruptly, worried that the slave traders outside would hear him. He nodded.

"Join us, and I'll give you a chance," the man said with a smile.

What's wrong with joining this man's faction if it means gaining freedom? Could things get any worse? Mog Radon nodded heavily without hesitation, a gleam of excitement in his eyes, the bloodshot color in them fading slightly.

"I will remove all your shackles and give you another chance to escape. As a token of your loyalty, we need you to kill all the slave traders around here. If you die, or are captured a third time, it means you are nothing special, and I will not save you again."

The man's voice rang out, but his figure suddenly vanished.

Just when he thought he had been deceived, or that it was a hallucination.

He suddenly realized that the shackles on his body had disappeared. The chains binding his body, the bullets lodged in his flesh, and the two large iron balls that had restricted his movements had mysteriously vanished into thin air. In other words, he was free.

Recalling the man's demands—to kill the slave traders around him—his body grew hot again, and his gaze became even more bloodthirsty and crazed.

This suited him perfectly. He wouldn't let these slave traders go either; he wanted to kill them and tear them to shreds.

Nelson returned to the restaurant, and everyone's eyes fell on him. Nelson smiled, "It's done. Now, let's see his performance. Hopefully, he won't die."

The man who appeared in the cage was none other than Nelson, who was also the one who removed, or rather stole, the shackles from the Fish-Man.

The group of slave traders made some preparations and were about to continue their journey when the others on both sides stopped paying attention, because the show was over. They hadn't expected to see a slave escape, but unfortunately, the Fish-Man slave did not escape.

However, it also made them feel a sense of satisfaction, as so many slave traders had died.

However, suddenly, a huge commotion broke out in the cage where the Fish-Man was imprisoned.

Unlike their previous struggles, this familiar scene reminded the slave traders of the events that had transpired before.

"How is that possible? Wasn't he already locked up? How could he still utter such powerful words?"

But the next scene stunned the slave traders: the entire cage was breached, and the ferocious, enormous figure reappeared, escaping from the cage.

"Damn it, where are his chains? Where are his shackles? They've disappeared!" the leader shouted angrily, noticing that the shackles on the Fish-Man's body had vanished.

"I don't know, boss, it's not in the cage either." It really was a supernatural event. The two consecutive changes made them feel terrified. Before that, their tranquilizer guns had also mysteriously disappeared.

Now, they need to face the Fish-Man's rage. They had experienced the Fish-Man's terror before, and they never expected to have to face it again.

"Damn it, who's behind this?" The slave trader leader realized that once could be an accident, but twice was definitely suspicious.

But he didn't have time to think about that now, because the Fish-Man was already charging in.

"Die!" Radon roared, needing to vent his anger. He charged towards the slave traders with incredible speed, grabbing two of them and crushing them to death.

With a stomp, he stepped down, leaving a terrified look on the slave trader's face.

Those around them were surprised to find another accident, and it was involving the same Fish-Man had just escaped.

"He still needs more training." Teach and the others looked at the Fish-Man, while Slada shook his head slightly, finding it hard to watch.

This Fish-Man has good physical talent and is very strong, but his fighting style is completely disorganized, relying solely on his brute strength. He might be fine against weaker opponents, but he will suffer a crushing defeat against stronger ones.

"Then I'll teach you, Slada," Teach said with a smile.

Slada did not refuse. He and the Fish-Man were both tall, powerful fighters. He was over six meters tall, and the Fish-Man was over seven meters tall. It would be perfect for him to instruct the Fish-Man.

"But that's enough. These slave traders can hardly pose a threat to him." Lafitte realized that these slave traders had no way to deal with this Fish-Man.

The leader of the slave traders was quite strong, but he was only a pirate with a bounty of 30 million Beli, no match for this Fish-Man.

After all, this Fish-Man is very powerful, naturally so. Although he has never actually trained, he still possesses considerable combat strength.

Judging from its appearance, this Fish-Man should be a shark-like Fish-Man, but I don't know what kind of shark it is.

"All of you, attack! Don't give him a chance this time. Break all four of his limbs so he can't resist!" the slave trader leader shouted, pointing his gun at the Fish-Man's massive body and firing two shots.

Other slave traders joined in.

The Fish-Man's tall frame moved with incredible speed, and most bullets failed to hit him. The few that did hit him brought blood and pain, but instead fueled his bloodlust.

The scent of blood stimulated his body, his bloodline, and made his body instinctively excited. He craved killing, craved blood. His bloodshot pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, filled with the desire to kill.

They seized a slave trader, opened their mouths, and bit down hard. The slave trader screamed in agony, his pupils contracted, and one of his arms was bitten off and torn apart.

Kill! Kill! The Fish-Man Radon hadn't lost his mind; on the contrary, he was enjoying the carnage.

Freed from his shackles, he was a monster to these slave traders.

The slave traders tried to use the same trick again, binding his body with chains, but he wouldn't give them the chance. With a powerful leap, he landed right next to one of the slave traders holding the chains.

Seeing the fear in his eyes, he was extremely excited. He handed the slave trader his death, then grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it back forcefully.

With immense force, the slave trader at the other end of the chain was flung away and flew in his direction. The Fish-Man Radon raised his leg and delivered a knee strike.

The slave trader coughed up blood, flew a distance away, and collapsed, unable to get up.

"Oh no, get out of the way quickly!"

The long chain was wrapped around his fist several times, then he gripped it tightly and swung it forcefully, the chain whipping like a whip—and it was an iron chain.

Slave traders were being killed one after another, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the Fish-Man Radon. Their bodies trembled, and they realized that they had no way to deal with this Fish-Man. If things continued like this, they would all die at the hands of this crazed Fish-Man.

However, their leader was still alive, so no one fled.

The people on the road had dispersed and were watching from a distance, afraid of being affected.

Some people, with perfect coordination, took out their Transponder Snail Den Den Mushi), their eyes pointed towards the battlefield, and began filming them.

This has become a habit for many people, since the cost is low, and if they're lucky, many people will see it and they can make a lot of money.

The slave trader leader also felt some fear, watching the Fish-Man continue their slaughter, surrounded by corpses and body parts.

This Fish-Man has immense value, and he still harbors hope; the enormous potential profit makes him unwilling to give it up.

Gunshots rang out continuously, Fish-Man's body bled profusely, but he did not fall. The bullets did not cause serious injuries to the Fish-Man.

But the sight of the Fish-Man covered in blood gave them hope, giving them the illusion that the Fish-Man would soon fall.

They were wrong; the Fish-Man only grew stronger with each battle, his fighting prowess showing no signs of waning.

Most of the slave traders died, and finally some couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to escape. The main reason was that their leader had died, killed by the Fish-Man, his eyes filled with fear and regret.

Without their leader, the remaining slave traders ran off into the distance, but Radon wasn't about to let them go. He gave chase, his long chains moving with exceptional precision and seemingly with a certain ease.

Soon, all the slave traders were dead, killed by the Fish-Man. The Fish-Man's body was stained with blood, and his blood-red pupils made him look extremely ferocious.

The ground all around was covered in blood and corpses.

The Fish-Man was breathing heavily, as if waiting for something.

At that moment, Teach and his group walked out of the restaurant, instantly attracting the attention of many people.

Nelson smiled and waved to the Fish-Man, "Come on over."

The familiar voice snapped the Fish-Man out of his shock. He hadn't been able to see Nelson's face clearly because of the dim light inside the black cloth.

Unexpectedly, he was going to join the Night Pirates.

After a slight pause, the Fish-Man Radon became excited and quickly followed behind Teach and the others.