Facebreaker

"Ah!"

The fat man let out a miserable scream, instantly drawing the attention of everyone around.

They were pirates from the same ship, inherently rule-ignoring thugs, and now they actually saw someone provoking them.

"Kid, let go of Jerry!" That scrawny, listless man shuddered as he looked at Aeneas, but still spoke up to tell Aeneas to let go.

"Your name is Jerry?" Hearing that name, Aeneas suddenly thought of an interesting, funny, and 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 scrawny man felt that he was being looked down upon by a brat, and on top of that, he had just been frightened by Aeneas's aura; anger surged up instantly, and he directly raised his long saber to hack at Aeneas.

"Clang!"

The crisp sound of a sharp weapon colliding.

The tactile sensation of Aeneas's flesh and skin parting that he had imagined did not come from his hand, and the scrawny man's expression froze instantly.

The long saber hacked directly into Aeneas's back, but hidden beneath the black cloak on Aeneas's back was a hundred-jin Iron Sword.

A hundred-jin Iron Sword might not have been very heavy for pirates who had spent years mingling and fighting on the sea, but the pirates here were six of one and half a dozen of the other, and there were simply no formidable experts to speak of.

Aeneas dropped the act, directly taking off his cloak and gripping the hundred-jin Iron Sword tightly in one hand.

With a single horizontal slash, he sent the scrawny man flying.

"Everyone, together!" The people nearby did not sit and wait for death either; seeing that Aeneas was not an ordinary brat, a whole group of them swarmed forward.

Seeing that the situation was looking bad—although none of these people were his match in single combat, facing a group onslaught, and not knowing whether it would attract the attention of even more people—Aeneas swung the Iron Sword around with force.

Those people retreated one after another, their front feet treading on their back feet, tripping several people. None of them dared to approach Aeneas, terrified of being sent flying directly by this superhumanly strong brat just like the scrawny man from a moment ago.

"Shoot! No need to get close to him!" shouted a bearded man wearing ragged red clothes and a captain's hat loudly. "Take these brats down for me! Who dares to provoke my Ziton Pirates?"

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

Sure enough, I can swing the sword while in the state of Pit Grit, it's just a bit unconventional! Aeneas verified his guess, feeling quite pleased in his heart. However, now is not the time to develop new skills; quickly resolve these people, and then ask questions quietly!

Jerry wore a rescued expression, but Aeneas would not let him have his way, directly dragging Jerry over to shield him in front of his own body.

"If you have the guts, shoot your own comrade!" Aeneas looked at these people, not making any rash moves.

Seeing that his subordinates' actions had stopped, Captain Ziton spoke up in an angry rebuke.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and shoot!"

"But, he's behind our man." A man holding a flintlock musket had a bitter expression, not knowing what to do.

"Never mind that good-for-nothing, shoot for me! Whoever doesn't shoot, I'll shoot and kill him first!" Ziton looked at these subordinates with a dark face, his eyes flashing with a fierce glare.

Seeing that their boss had said so, the subordinates raised their guns once more to prepare to shoot.

Aeneas frowned. How sickening! They really are going to kill their own comrade?

He could not just turn a blind eye.

"This guy named Jerry is still somewhat useful." Aeneas tossed Jerry aside, leaped directly into the air, the Pit Grit on his body almost condensing into substance, and descended with flashing light and shadow right beside that Captain Ziton.

"Shoot, hurry up and shoot!"

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Slap!"

Aeneas crouched, hiding behind a wine barrel, and then kicked off to leap away. Immediately following that, the wine barrel shattered, gunpower and ammunition poured out onto the dock, and a small boat nearby was also blown over.

Although they were all small firearms, the ammunition explosion still possessed considerable power.

"To capture the bandits, capture their leader first!" Aeneas raised his head slightly, seeing Captain Ziton not far from him, and then strode forward, golden light flashing on his body and his radiance fully exposed.

Aeneas used both of his large hands to directly grab the heads of two people from left to right—one was Ziton, and the other was a small minion nearby.

"Facebreaker!"

In an instant, infinite gravitational pull emerged between his hands, tightly clasping the heads of the two people, and then he fiercely smashed them toward the middle!

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

What was that sound?

It sounded like the sound of a skull shattering.

The two people were smashed until they were dizzy, their heads throbbing violently, their consciousness blurring so much they could not even stand steady, and they collapsed unconscious right on the spot.

"Captain!"

Seeing this, the crowd no longer continued their siege on Aeneas, instead hurriedly checking on the condition of their captain.

After easily resolving his opponents, Aeneas directly leaped into the air, hoisted Jerry—who had been scared to the point of pissing himself—and slipped directly into the streets, arriving in a deserted, deep alley.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Jerry wept snot and tears, his crying appearance extremely unsightly.

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 said straightforwardly. "About that pirate hunter with a 35 million Beli bounty."

"Huh?" Jerry wore an incredulous expression, blurting out immediately, "Just because of this, you beat our pirate crew into this state?"

After finishing, he immediately shut his mouth, realizing that the brat in front of him was the root cause of everything, terrifying to the extreme.

"Cut the crap, tell me quickly!" Aeneas even felt that he was being a bit too ostentatious; he was far too impulsive.

Because he was worried about Obi-Wan and Rami, Aeneas had forgotten to keep a low profile.

I need to learn a lesson for the future, Aeneas said to himself in his heart.

But since it had already been done, he might as well just carry on with the mistake.

"Wuu..."

"It's like this. There's a pirate hunter named 'Obi-Wan'. A few days ago, because he didn't know what he did, he alarmed the Marine branch, so he directly got a 35 million Beli bounty. Right now, a lot of people have their eyes on his head." Jerry said with a weeping face. "That's all I know, don't kill me."

"Is that all?" Aeneas felt that he had wasted his efforts; there was simply no useful information at all. "Do you know where this Obi-Wan is right now?"

"I don't know, but rumor has it that someone saw him in Tinos, so recently a lot of pirates have come to Tinos." Jerry shook his head and said. "These are all grapevine news, not necessarily accurate. We just came to recruit some newcomers."

"Don't you know that you've already been abandoned by your captain and crewmates?" Aeneas looked down at Jerry from on high and sneered. "They were just about to kill you!"

"Wuu..." Jerry's pupils dilated, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, and he sat unmoving, not knowing what he was thinking.

A pathetic reptile.

Aeneas did not harbor any lingering compassion either. Since he chose to be a pirate, betrayal happened frequently—something Aeneas also criticized endlessly.