The Celestial Dragon had already sensed someone nearby and turned to look.
A young man with black hair and black eyes stood beside him, gripping his wrist tightly, causing pain.
The Celestial Dragon was furious: "You lowly scum, how dare you barge into my room? I'll—"
Slap!
Before he could finish, a crisp sound of a slap interrupted his vulgar words.
Stunned by the slap, the Celestial Dragon was momentarily speechless.
No one had ever dared to do this to him since he was a child, let alone a commoner.
"You filthy wretch, how dare you hit me? The Marines will—"
Slap!
Another crisp sound echoed.
The Celestial Dragon dropped the ice cream in his left hand, touching his swollen cheek, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
This person before him was different from the other commoners—he showed no fear or respect.
Seeing the Celestial Dragon quiet down, Bob nodded.
"Good, now we can talk now."
"Where do you keep the slaves?" Bob got straight to the point.
The Celestial Dragon didn't answer, his panicked eyes turning venomous.
He was thinking: I'll make sure to have this lowly scum torn to pieces and turned into my plaything.
"Seems I'm still too gentle," Bob raised an eyebrow, seeing the Celestial Dragon silence.
Then, Bob arm moved slightly, and a hidden force transmitted from his fingers into the Celestial Dragon arm.
Beneath the skin of his arm, something seemed to wriggle, like worms burrowing into his flesh.
If one were to cut open the skin, they would see an inexplicable force slowly shredding his muscle tissue.
Before the Celestial Dragon could let out a pig-like scream, Bob considerately stuffed a rag into his mouth.
Sweat poured down his face, his eyes filled with terror. He now realized death was approaching.
A foul smell of urine filled the air as a puddle of yellow liquid formed on the ground.
Bob pinched his nose and removed the rag from the Celestial Dragon mouth.
"You only have one chance," Bob stared at him with an imposing aura.
"In the western slave pens! That's where we keep the slaves. Just head in that direction and you'll see it!" The Celestial Dragon answered without hesitation, his entire body trembling.
He knew this man truly dared to kill him, without hesitation or regard for the consequences.
"Good. I believe you," Bob nodded, having gotten the answer he wanted.
He then raised his hand, about to pat the Celestial Dragon head.
At that moment, Shiki, who had been watching from the side, suddenly spoke up.
"Wait, let me handle this Celestial Dragon."
Without waiting for Bob response, he slapped the Celestial Dragon head, shattering it instantly.
Shiki had always wanted to kill a Celestial Dragon to boost his own prestige. With this opportunity right in front of him, he wasn't about to miss it.
Bob's hand froze mid-air, his lips twitching. "You're a pro at stealing kills."
"Stealing kills? What's that?" Shiki used his Float-Float Fruit ability to clear away the mess, looking puzzled.
"It means you're fast, precise, and ruthless when killing," Bob casually explained.
Hearing this, Shiki nodded, seemingly pleased with the compliment.
After removing the collars from the three female slaves, Bob clapped his hands.
"The Celestial Dragons are finished. You can run now!"
Without any further delay, he and Shiki prepared to leave.
"Are you heading to the slave quarters?"
Suddenly, the female slave who had been beaten spoke up, cautiously asking.
Hearing this, Bob stopped and turned to look at her.
"Yes!"
Her body was covered in whip marks, with fresh and old wounds interwoven on her exposed skin, a horrifying sight.
"I know where that place is. I can take you there!" she said excitedly, her voice filled with desperation.
Upon hearing this, Bob blinked and pondered for a moment.
Although he knew the general location, having a guide would indeed save a lot of time.
"Let's go then!"
It must be said that the area of Holy Land Mary Geoise is vast, with most parts being bustling cities.
However, some areas remain desolate.
After all, the top of the Red Line is so large, and there are only so many Celestial Dragons. It's impossible for every place to be fully inhabited.
...
Heading westward.
Under the precise guidance of the female slave.
They eventually arrived at a desolate area with uneven ground, where an old, dilapidated building stood.
Under the moonlight, Bob noticed the words "Slave Quarters" prominently displayed above the gate.
"Found it!" Bob said with a smile.
"Who are you?" The guards on duty noticed someone approaching and came forward with weapons in hand.
They observed that the trio wasn't wearing the special attire of the Celestial Dragons, confirming they weren't among them.
"Swish!"
A flash of blade light, followed by a sound.
The heads of the guards soared into the air, landing on the ground with a rolling thud.
Before their deaths, their wide eyes saw their own bodies slowly collapsing.
But they didn't know how their heads had been separated from their bodies, as everything happened too quickly.
Bob walked up to the guards' corpses and searched them for the keys to the slave quarters' cells.
The three approached the gate.
"Boom!"
The gate, as fragile as paper, offered no resistance under Bob fist.
Hearing the noise, some guards inside the slave quarters hurried out.
But they were dealt with in an instant.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
After a moment of silence, footsteps echoed.
Resonating within the cold, lifeless slave quarters.
Many slaves locked in their cells looked up, using the moonlight to gaze at the strangers before them.
Tossing the keys to the female slave, Bob stopped.
He scanned the area.
Humans, Fishmen, Giants, Minks, Longarm Tribe, Longleg Tribe, and more.
Clearing his throat, Bob clasped his hands behind his back.
"I don't care what race you come from!"
"I don't care how you became slaves of the Celestial Dragons!"
"And I don't care if you're good or evil!"
"Today, you will all regain your freedom!"
"Here, you should know your fate better than I do!"
"So..."
"There's one thing you must consider!"
"Is this the only chance you'll ever get in your lifetime?"
Bob words resonated powerfully, echoing through every corner of the slave quarters.
The slaves looked at Bob, then at the now-open cell doors.
In the next moment.
A thunderous cheer erupted.
The slaves emerged from their cells, rushed towards Bob, lifted him high, and tossed him into the air.
At that moment, the air was filled with the scent of freedom.
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