“Sob… sob…”
Aphelandra curled up in a corner, hugging her knees tightly, her clothes torn and her body covered in bruises.
Her hair was disheveled, and her swollen eyes were filled with pain and despair.
Even though Foxy had saved her, she had already been violated.
Her husband Kurt and son’s tragic deaths left her heartbroken.
Foxy tried to calm himself down, regaining some color in his pale face. He took a blanket from a broken wardrobe and placed it over Aphelandra.
He didn’t know how to comfort her. With so many pirates outside, he couldn’t avenge them alone.
He could only hide here, his heart pounding wildly, feeling suffocated.
Carefully crouching by the crack, Foxy bit his lip, watching the blazing fire outside, the pirates laughing wildly, and familiar villagers lying in pools of blood, crying and struggling.
He wanted to go out and save them, but his trembling legs told him he didn’t have the courage he imagined.
Once, he dreamed of becoming a powerful warrior, defeating the Warlords and the Four Emperors.
His dreams were filled with excitement and heroism.
But reality, like a bucket of cold water, made him realize how ugly and twisted this world was.
He truly understood now, not just thought he understood.
“Captain, Mosga has been killed!”
Several fierce pirates, armed with muskets and axes, shouted as they saw the ugly pirate lying in a pool of blood.
“What?”
Not far away, the scar-faced man holding a machete, accompanied by several pirates, walked over. His face darkened at the sight of Mosga’s corpse.
Mosga, the fifth in command of the Scar Pirates, had a bounty of 23 million Beli, enough to crush the villagers.
But now, he lay dead, his neck nearly severed.
“Search.”
The scar-faced man ordered, scanning the surroundings and eyeing the house where Foxy was hiding.
As three pirates with muskets approached, Foxy’s palms were sweaty.
“Stay calm, stay calm.”
Panicking, Foxy forced himself to calm down.
Gripping his machete tightly, it seemed to give him a sense of security.
Just as Foxy was ready to fight, a hand suddenly touched his shoulder.
Startled, Foxy shivered.
“A-Aunt Aphelandra.”
Looking into her despairing eyes, Foxy felt a surge of mixed emotions.
“Foxy, live well.”
With a resolute look, Aphelandra, holding a kitchen knife, touched Foxy’s head and rushed out before he could speak.
Stunned for a moment, Foxy turned to watch.
Aphelandra’s sudden appearance surprised the pirates, who then grinned wickedly.
“Hey, another woman, and not bad looking.”
The nearest pirate easily grabbed Aphelandra’s wrist, ignoring the kitchen knife, and threw her to the ground.
The knife flew out of her hand.
“Looks like Mosga died on this woman’s belly.”
“Old but still good, women like her satisfy us more.”
The pirates laughed, some already pulling down their pants.
“Hurry up, there are Marines in this area.”
The scar-faced man didn’t stop his men.
“Captain, don’t you want some?”
A lewd pirate grinned.
“I have better things.” The scar-faced man looked disdainful.
“Then we’ll…” Five or six pirates exchanged glances and slowly surrounded Aphelandra.
“You devils, you’ll die horribly.”
A pirate grabbed her hands, and Aphelandra struggled, kicking her legs.
Her clothes were torn off, and the pirates laughed.
Lying on the ground, Aphelandra gave up resisting. Her spirit was broken.
“Don’t come out.”
Through a crack, Foxy and Aphelandra’s eyes met.
Biting his lip, Foxy’s nails dug into his flesh. He could faintly understand her lips telling him not to come out.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched the scene. Remembering the care the villagers had given him, his eyes filled with blood, his pale face contorting in anger.
He knew he shouldn’t go out, but he wasn’t a beast. And being young and impulsive…
He sprinted out, his left hand shooting a pink ring of light at the pirate holding Aphelandra.
As the pirate’s head slowly lifted off, Foxy turned and slashed at another pirate with a musket.
Foxy’s sudden appearance caught the pirates off guard, but they weren’t ordinary people.
Relying on instinct, the pirate with the musket dodged, but his arm was severed.
“My hand…”
Blood spurted as the pirate fell, screaming in pain.
Taking advantage, Foxy attacked another pirate, but a deadly danger loomed overhead.
The scar-faced man, wielding a large machete, slashed at Foxy with terrifying force.
Foxy raised his machete to block, but the impact sent it flying, and he was thrown back, crashing into a house and struggling in the rubble.
“My eye, my eye.”
Covered in blood, Foxy clutched his left eye, a wooden splinter deeply embedded, blood and fluid streaming down his face.
The pain was excruciating.
He had no chance to fight back. With one strike, he was severely injured.
Forty days of training had made him stronger, but against real pirates, he was no match.
Especially a pirate with a 60 million Beli bounty.
Today’s bounties were far less inflated than those twenty years later; a 60 million Beli pirate was equivalent to over a hundred million in the future.
With his small frame, Foxy stood no chance.
“Bring him here.”
The scar-faced man, wielding his machete, looked darkly at his fallen subordinate. He hadn’t expected someone to kill his man right under his nose.
And the killer was a half-grown kid.
Seeing Foxy shoot a light, the scar-faced man guessed he was a Devil Fruit user.
A Devil Fruit user, especially a kid, could fetch a good price.
“Yes.”
A pirate with an axe, his face grim, dragged Foxy by his hair, throwing him before the scar-faced man.
Ignoring Foxy’s cries, the pirate sneered.
Bleeding from his mouth, Foxy’s chest was sunken, with many bones broken.
The wooden splinter in his left eye looked horrifying.
His face was pale, his breath weak.
Every breath was agony, making him shiver uncontrollably.
Foxy knew he was dying.
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