"Plop."

After Weir pulled out his "mind blood", Hancook knelt directly on the ground.

Han Cook's strength is not weak, but Weir's "July Shadow" ability made Han Cook suffer a big loss.

But even if we fight head-on, Weir can beat Hancock.

"Just based on this look? Do you want to save the straw hat boy? It would be better to go and have him buried with him."

Weir walked slowly towards Hancock with a long sword in hand.

Blood spilled from the corner of Hancook's mouth and dripped to the ground.

Hancook didn't expect that Weir would be so strong. In Hancook's mind, Weir was at most stronger than when he was on the battlefield.

"All men deserve to die, die!"

Hancock's mouth was bleeding and stood up tenaciously.

"Is that true? Just kill me if you have the ability."

Weir disappeared again, Hancook's pupils contracted to the extreme, trying to find Weir's figure.

...

"Boom, boom~."

A roar suddenly came from the originally calm Shamboo Islands.

Ten minutes later, Weir stood opposite Hancook, covered in blood.

"I can't forgive you. Even if I die, I will drag you to hell."

At this time, Han Cook had one arm hanging down softly, with several marks on his body, and blood flowed down his white forehead.

Weir chuckled, ignoring Hancock's threat.

"Brother Vir, you have taught Hancook a lesson, so why not just forget it."

Rayley stepped forward slowly and stood in front of Hancock.

"Relly, I think you are a drinker, so don't stop me."

In the battle, only two people could stop Virginia, and Rayley was not among them.

"What if I must stop it."

Rayley is not a good temper either. After all, he is Roger's companion and cannot be forced to retreat with just one word of Vir.

"Then you are no longer a drinker, but an enemy!"

Weir looked at Reilly calmly, and Reilly also looked directly at Will.

"Relly, you don't need to worry about my affairs. I don't need any men's help."

Hancook stood up with difficulty, walked behind Reilly, and pushed Reilly.

Reilly was a little surprised, not knowing what Hancock meant.

"Relly, if you understand what happened to Poyahan Cook, you should understand that she used to be..."

"Shut up." Hancock shouted loudly.

Weir looked at Hancock with interest.

Han Cook, who had always been tough, had his eyes full of begging, begging Vile not to continue.

"Are you afraid? It is because of your fear that you end up today. You have actually died on the continent full of red rocks. The fishman has never saved you."

Tears flowed down Hancook's cheeks.

"Why, why did my destiny tease me like that, I'm not convinced!"

Hancock shouted to the sky at the top of his lungs, desperate, unwilling, and hatred.

"It's all men's fault. There shouldn't be any creature like men in the world."

Hancook shouted, lowered his head.

"People who attribute misfortune to fate are all weak people. No matter how powerful they are, they are all weak people."

Weir's experience was extremely bizarre, but he endured it tenaciously.

When he was on Earth, Weir was a rather unfortunate person.

His parents were killed by thieves, and then he believed in revenge. Even if he succeeded in taking revenge, he became a wanted criminal and had to escape overseas.

But what is surprising is that because of a supernatural event, Weir actually came to the world of Pirates.

In Hancook's dark vision, the gradually coming of Vir's figure reminded her of a childhood scene.

The soldering iron, the hoof of the dragon, and the unforgettable burning sensation on the back.

"No, don't come here."

Hancock's voice trembled and his body curled up.

Weir's eyes were cold, as if the one in front of him was not a peerless beauty.

Weir directly grabbed Hancook's long hair and picked Hancook up from the ground.

Tears flowed down Hancook's cheeks. Hancook was not afraid of death, but something else.

"I just said I wanted to cut off your head, but unfortunately, such a beautiful face."

Although Vier said this, the sword in his other hand had already slashed at Han Cook's fair neck.
Chapter completed!