I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 16 Dignity and Life

Brick waited for the moment he had been waiting for.

No matter how anxious the other prisoners were, no matter how much possibility there was of being noticed by the pirates in the process, he had to wait.

If fighting to the death was effective, these strangers wouldn't be tied up and thrown here like bastards.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. If what you have done has not changed, the result will not be different if you do it again.

This variable was not something on the cliff that he had sensed before - of course, it would be great if that thing could really bring them some help.

But rather than leaving your life to the unknown, it's better to make the decision yourself.

‘Drink more, drink more! ’

This is the variable that Brick is waiting for, the fine rum that came from the ship he was on and was reserved by the pirates.

Bottle only.

Brick, who personally completed the filling work, has never been more grateful than he is now that he was on the ship of a profiteer.

Although he had thought about hoisting that fat catfish to the mast more than once, now he had to thank his catfish captain for the idea of ​​using a Centaur Brew bottle for shabu-shabu water - the same bottle that was supposed to contain it. Compared with the things before, the things now are just shabu-shabu water.

Since we knew it was a fake and the money given by the profiteers was not enough to allow us to work properly, we could imagine the quality of the shabu-shabu water.

Especially for those ignorant pirates who are still trying their best to inflate themselves in order to save face, the opportunity they should have will come very quickly.

As the first pirate began to vomit, clutching his stomach.

The pair of red eyes that had been paying attention to them began to gradually light up, and they were particularly conspicuous against Brick's white-blue skin.

This is what he looks like when fighting. Everyone in the lower city of Eris Port knows him. Whenever his blood surges, his eyes will glow red. There is no one among those rogues who will not be charged by him. Shocked.

Just like now!
  It's hard to tell whether the pirates were frightened by his rapid charging, or because they realized that they would have to hold back a bubble in the coming battle...

In short, they all froze there, and it wasn't until the escaped aliens rushed over that they realized how to fight.

It wasn't a fair fight, at least in terms of numbers.

In Brick, he knocked away a pirate who didn't know whether to cover his mouth or block his buttocks, and let him change places to have a smooth flow up and down. Then he pulled out the weapon that the pirate had stuck on the ground, and chopped off the smooth jets on both buttocks. After the machine.

More pirates have gathered around.

These people look very angry - being a support does not mean that they are not good at it. On the contrary, they are all elites, so they actually understand which is more important, face or life.

Maybe they hoped they didn't understand, but after seeing the two fallen jets, the murderous aura on the pirates seemed very condensed.

This is a group of people who have temporarily lost their fear!

Their legs may be soft, but their knives are hard.

Brick, who was suppressed for a while, retreated continuously. Not only did he not create new results, but he was also in danger.

His eyes crossed and he saw that the other companions were in a similar situation, even worse than him.

If you think about it carefully, judging from the abilities of other aliens such as opening locks, they are not the ones who come on the ship to do serious work. They must not be able to compare with him. At least he really got on the ship because of his ability to fight and his physical strength.

It seems that this resistance will not last longer than the time it takes for the pirates to clean up.

Inexplicably, Brick didn't have any fear in his heart, maybe because he had already abandoned his life when he got on the ship. Or maybe he didn't care much about his own life before he got on the ship. After another companion was cut to the ground, the surrounded Brick gasped for breath. Billowing white smoke kept pouring out of his nose, blurring the world in front of him and making it difficult for him to see the enemy.

No need to see clearly.

He really didn't have the strength to resist. Perhaps the only purpose of his struggle was to make himself die behind his companions. But on the road to death, what's the use of a little sequence?
  After realizing this, Brick's hands and feet began to weaken.

In battle, there is nothing more dangerous than losing your fighting spirit. Sensing the distraction of the opponents in front of them, the pirates who surrounded Brick in the stench grinned and handed over their weapons.

With a clang and a crisp sound of metal clashing, the fatal attack was blocked.

"Don't be so fucking dazed. If you want to commit suicide, you have to kill those people first."

Someone is helping me? !

He opened his eyes suddenly, and in his red field of vision were the humans who were captured together with his group of strangers?
  Although these humans were untied and comfortable, the humans they had never considered as hope actually chose to fight and rushed to his side?
  "Why, why do you want to..."

This doubt even made Brick forget about fighting. Faced with his doubts, the dark-skinned man who had just blocked a knife for him was so angry that his face, whose expression was hard to see clearly, was dark red and twisted. no.

"Why? You!@# dare to ask why?!"

"Tell yourself why?!"

Roars kept coming one after another, and Brick realized that there was more than one prisoner taking action, and all of them actually rushed over.

I didn’t even have time to be moved...

"You guys deserve to die!"

"Look at what these sea rats are like now. Can you stop venting your anger on us for a while?"

"If I hadn't really been able to poop, do you think I would have come here?"

"Who gave them laxatives!"

"But don't let me catch you!"

Although he wanted to say that it was not a laxative, Brick was now more grateful to his profiteer captain.

‘If I can survive this time, I will definitely pick you up, hang you on the mast, and send you back in glory. ’

With this idea in mind, the red light in Brick's eyes lit up again, and he returned to the battlefield without saying a word.

He didn't dare to say a word now, for fear of being attacked by both parties, especially when the smell of the battlefield became stronger and stronger, indicating that more and more pirates chose life.

In this way, in the small port, the Pure Clothes Sect and the Dirty Clothes Sect started an endless battle with clothing as the dividing line.

Although most of the defeated generals in the past were injured, the pirates who dealt with them were not in perfect condition now, especially when most of them had weak legs.

The resistance spearheaded by Brick actually gained some momentum.

But after all, unlike the captives who only use Brick as a master, these pirates are somewhat different as winners.

Their master was not executed!
  Although this one also participated in the party and got into the same trouble as the other pirates. But when he actually appeared in the sight of the captives, he still brought a lot of fear to people.

It's not that it's because of the way he was chopping up melons and vegetables in the previous battle to kill the masters on board the captives, nor is it because of his current twisted and ferocious appearance, full of murderous intent.

It's because his pants are clean!
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