Facebreaker

"Ah!"

The fat man let out a scream, immediately drawing the attention of those around him.

They were all pirates from the same ship—lawless thugs who ignored the rules by nature. Now, someone had actually dared to provoke their crew.

"Kid, let Jerry go!" The skinny, listless man shuddered when he saw Aeneas hit Jerry, but he still ordered Aeneas to release him.

"Your name is Jerry?" When Aeneas heard the name, he suddenly thought of an amusing, mischievous mouse. But he was in no mood to laugh now. "Tell me everything you know, and I'll let you go!"

"Damn it!" The skinny man felt looked down on by a brat. He had also been frightened by Aeneas's aura just now, and anger surged through him. He immediately raised his sword and slashed at Aeneas.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out as weapons collided.

The sensation of flesh being cleaved apart that the skinny man had imagined never came through his hands, and his expression froze.

His sword had struck Aeneas directly in the back, but hidden beneath the black cloak on Aeneas's back was a Hundred-Jin Iron Sword.

The Hundred-Jin Iron Sword might not have been particularly heavy to pirates who had spent years roaming the seas and fighting, but these pirates were all mediocre. There was not a single true strongman among them.

Aeneas stopped pretending and simply removed his cloak, gripping the Hundred-Jin Iron Sword in one hand.

He swung it in a horizontal arc and sent the skinny man flying.

"Everyone, attack!" The people nearby did not sit around waiting to die either. Seeing that Aeneas was no ordinary brat, they all surged forward at once.

Seeing that things were going badly, Aeneas knew that none of them was his match one-on-one. But faced with their group assault—and uncertain whether it would draw even more attention—he swung the Iron Sword in a full circle with all his strength.

The men retreated one after another, tripping over their own feet and knocking several others down. None of them dared approach Aeneas, afraid that this freakishly strong brat would send them flying just like the skinny man.

"Shoot! Don't get close to him!" shouted a bearded man in a tattered red shirt and a captain's hat. "Take these brats down! Who the hell do they think they are, daring to provoke my Ziton Pirates?"

Aeneas's expression flickered, and he slung the Iron Sword over his back once more.

As expected, I can swing the sword while using Pit Grit. It's just a little unconventional! Aeneas confirmed his guess, feeling delighted. But this isn't the time to develop a new skill. I'll deal with these people quickly, then quietly question them!

Jerry wore an expression of relief at having been saved, but Aeneas had no intention of letting him have his way. He dragged Jerry over and held him in front of himself.

"If you've got the guts, shoot your own crewmate!" Aeneas watched the men without making a rash move.

When Captain Ziton saw his men stop moving, he angrily berated them.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot!"

"But he's behind one of our men." A man holding a flintlock looked bitter, unsure what to do.

"Forget that useless piece of trash! Shoot! Anyone who doesn't fire, I'll shoot dead first!" Ziton glared darkly at his men, murderous light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that their captain had given the order, the men raised their guns again and prepared to fire.

"Disgusting!" Aeneas frowned. He's really going to kill his own crewmate?

He could not stand by and watch.

"This Jerry still has some use." Aeneas tossed Jerry aside, then leaped into the air. The Pit Grit around his body had almost solidified, shimmering as he descended beside Captain Ziton.

"Shoot! Hurry up and shoot!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Aeneas crouched behind a barrel, then pushed off and leaped away. The barrel exploded immediately afterward, with gunfire and ammunition pouring across the dock. The small boat beside it was blown over as well.

Although they were only small firearms, the exploding ammunition still packed considerable power.

"Capture the leader first!" Aeneas raised his head slightly and spotted Captain Ziton not far away. He strode forward, golden light flashing brilliantly across his body.

Aeneas reached out with both massive hands and grabbed the heads of two men—one was Ziton, and the other was a nearby underling.

"Facebreaker!"

In an instant, boundless attraction surged between his hands, clamping the two men's heads tightly together before he smashed them violently into each other!

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

What was that sound?

It sounded like skulls cracking.

The two men were battered senseless. Their heads throbbed violently, their minds grew hazy, and they could no longer stand. They collapsed unconscious where they were.

"Captain!"

Seeing this, the others stopped attacking Aeneas and hurried to check on their captain.

After dealing with his opponents with ease, Aeneas leaped forward, grabbed Jerry—who had been scared into wetting himself—and slipped into the streets. He soon reached an empty alley.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me..."

Jerry cried miserably, tears and snot covering his face.

Aeneas shook his hand in disgust.

"Get lost. Stay away from me. I won't kill you, as long as you tell me everything you know." Aeneas got straight to the point. "I'm asking about the pirate hunter with a 35-million-Beli bounty."

"Huh?" Jerry looked incredulous and blurted out, "You did all this to our pirate crew just for that?"

The moment he finished speaking, he shut his mouth. He realized that the brat before him was the source of everything that had happened, and he was terrifying beyond belief.

"Cut the nonsense and tell me!" Even Aeneas felt that he had been far too conspicuous. He had acted too impulsively.

Worried about Obi-Wan and Rami, Aeneas had forgotten to keep a low profile.

I'll have to remember this lesson in the future, Aeneas told himself.

But since he had already done it, he might as well see it through.

"Waaah..."

"It's like this. There's a pirate hunter named Obi-Wan. A few days ago, he somehow alarmed a Marine branch, so a bounty of 35 million Beli was placed on him. Now, a lot of people have their eyes on his head." Jerry sobbed. "That's all I know. Please don't kill me."

"That's all?" Aeneas felt that he had gone to all that trouble for nothing. There was no useful information at all. "Do you know where this Obi-Wan is now?"

"No, but supposedly, someone saw him in Tinos. That's why so many pirates have come to Tinos recently." Jerry shook his head. "It's just a rumor, so it might not be accurate. We only came here to recruit some new members."

"Don't you realize that your own captain and crewmates abandoned you?" Aeneas looked down at Jerry and sneered. "They were about to kill you just now!"

"Urgh..." Jerry's pupils widened, and tears slid from the corners of his eyes. He remained motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

What a pathetic vermin.

Aeneas felt no sympathy for him. Choosing to become a pirate meant accepting that betrayal happened often—something Aeneas found utterly despicable.