They were pirates. Running away was nothing shameful, and Doflamingo's men would never bother considering whether fleeing would make them low-class pirates.
Or rather, by the standards of the pirate world, running away did not fall within the category of being a low-level pirate. Even the Pirate King would "run away" when pursued by the Marines.
Back in North Blue, the Donquixote Family had been hunted by Tsuru for a long time. Now that they had discovered they were no match for her, trying to escape was only natural.
"Ha ha, Xiao Yan, let's see how you survive this time!" Tang Hui let out a wild laugh, his hair scattering in the wind like a demon's.
So Zhao Gan picked up the phone again and put on another one-man performance. The conductor finally left in relief.
In recent years, there had only been tales of Blood Ghosts killing others. When had anyone ever heard of Blood Ghosts being killed, much less the master of Blood Ghost Hall?
"Your injuries haven't healed properly. How can you endure such jolting on mountain roads?" Situ Xiao frowned.
Without another word, Leiming thrust his weapon at one of the black shadows, staining the water with a burst of blood. The shadow floated up, revealing itself to be a fish with sharp teeth. Drawn by the blood, the other shadows became agitated and began ramming the boat repeatedly, trying to smash it apart.
Within this area, countless shadows writhed, clawed, coiled, and devoured every living thing inside.
Shi Keyun had already gotten dressed and was sitting on the sofa outside. When she saw him drag her inside, she stood up. As if he had not seen her at all, Situ Xiao directly dragged Meng Zhu toward the bedroom. With a bang, he slammed the door