Slave ship?

Nuo Xia did not take the telescope, but spread the information and gathered it on the ship.

Judging from the aura distribution on the ship, all twenty or thirty slaves had escaped, leaving only a group of fierce and angry strong men in black suits.

"It's quite strange."

Nuo Xia raised his eyebrows slightly. It was normal for one or two slaves to escape from the slave ship occasionally, but all of them escaped successfully. I don't know whether it was because there were too many oversights on the ship, or because there was a powerful leader among the slaves.

"How to deal with it, Lieutenant General?"

Next to him, the lieutenant colonel pushed up his glasses and asked cautiously, with obvious concerns on his face.

If this slave ship belonged to some underground gangster force, then the problem would be simple, just bombard it.

But...slave-catching ships that can run rampant in places like the Grand Line often have a background that is not that simple.

They are usually involved with the royal families of various countries, and may even be involved with the Holy Land.

"Why don't you fire first, go over and stop them, ask for your identity and then..."

The lieutenant colonel opened his mouth tentatively, and suddenly saw Nuo Xia raising his right hand and extending his index finger.

Snap!

The next moment, the surrounding air shook, and a blue electric light suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

Under the horrified gaze of the bespectacled Lieutenant Colonel, the electric light was like a thunder dragon. Wherever it passed, the surface of the sea rolled out a terrifying ravine more than ten meters wide on both sides, stretching to the far end of the sight, with no end in sight.

The huge slave-catching ship was directly annihilated into fly ash, turning into countless charred black powder, dancing in the mid-air with the sea breeze...

"The World Government expressly prohibits all slave trade."

Nuo Xia then retracted his finger and said with a smile to the dumbfounded subordinates next to him: "This is the rule they set themselves, so there is no need to ask in the future, just remember this. Do you understand?"

"Ming, I understand..."

Nuo Xia nodded and stopped looking at the sailors on the deck who had not yet recovered from this shocking scene. He picked up his coat, left the deck, and headed towards the training room.

The biggest problem has been solved, and the remaining steps are all minor matters and can be left to the subordinates to handle on their own.

soon.

Under the command of the lieutenant colonel, two lifeboats carried some medicine and dry food and headed straight to the distant sea. One of them would be reserved for the slaves.

The Thunder Eagle itself only slowed down slightly and did not stop.

After the lifeboat returned, they took advantage of the wind and waves and continued to head towards Malinfando at full speed.

…………

"Saved."

Sitting on the lifeboat, a bald man took a deep breath, lay down paralyzed, and turned his head with difficulty and asked:

"...Hey, everyone! Are you all okay?"

"fine."

"I'm fine too."

…

A sparse response came, most of them very weak, obviously exhausted from the previous escape.

"I've run out of strength... Phew, it was really dangerous, I almost got caught."

The bald man glanced at the retreating Thunder Eagle, "I didn't expect that he was rescued by the navy in the end, and all the lackeys of the Akshan royal family were also killed..."

"That kind of ability..."

Thinking about the astonishing Thunder Dragon just now, the bald man couldn't help but feel numb. He couldn't help but sigh, "How courageous you are to dare to attack a member of the royal family. He must be some great big shot in the Navy Headquarters, right?"

"I guess so. He should be at least a lieutenant general."

"Does the lieutenant general dare to intervene? Maybe he is a general!"

"No matter who he is, he is our benefactor. If you have the opportunity to meet him in the future, don't forget to thank him in person!"

"Of course!"

There were a lot of chatter on the ship. The people who survived the disaster had been imprisoned as slaves for many years and were unaware of the changes in information from the outside world. Naturally, they were unable to recognize Nuo Xia's identity.

But this did not affect them, and they were very grateful to the navy man who rescued them.

"Right!"

The bald man seemed to remember something again, and turned to look at a figure huddled in the corner at the stern of the boat:

"Everyone! Don't forget, you have to thank Brother Afei a lot. If he hadn't taken the initiative to choose to cut off the rear cover and help us buy time, we wouldn't have been able to hold on to the navy's warships."

"That's right! Thanks to A Fei too!"

"He is a fishman. If he hadn't saved us, he would have just dived into the deep sea and left."

The fish-man known as A Fei has muscles all over his body and is extremely strong, but at the moment he is in a very weak state. He is holding a bandage in his mouth and lowering his head to bandage his wound.

"There is nothing to thank you for. We have been slaves for several years, and this is what I should do."

He spoke in a low voice, ignoring the thanking companions and continued to bandage the wound.

Seeing his difficult movements, a girl nearby hurriedly knelt over to help bandage her, but he firmly refused and pushed her aside abruptly.

After a while.

After the bandage was finally wrapped, "Afei" also raised his head and looked dimly towards the direction in which the Thunder Eagle was retreating.

"Can you control Thunder's navy..."

He murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "I remember you."

The next moment.

He withdrew his gaze without taking any medicine or dry food. Amid the exclamations of everyone on the boat, without saying a word, he plunged straight into the sea, dived quickly like a swimming fish, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

…………

A few days later.

Fishman Island.

This place is located 10,000 meters under the sea in the holy land of Mariejoia. It is the only place that pirates must pass on their way to the new world. It is also the birthplace of most fish-men and mermaids.

It has always been known as the "undersea paradise", and it is a country with a scenery like a dreamy paradise.

At this moment, a street near the central square.

"Everyone! Please sign here!"

"Empress Otohime is ready to participate in the next world conference! She issued a request to allow all the citizens of Fishman Island to immigrate to the land! This cannot be achieved without everyone's joint signature and support, citizens, please!"

Several mermaid girls are doing their best to publicize and distribute signed flyers on the streets.

Passers-by who were stopped on the street took a few glances at the handed leaflets, some sneered, shook their heads indifferently, and others turned a blind eye.

However, most people, after seeing Princess Otohime's signature above, thought for a moment and signed their names.

soon.

In the evening, the mermaid girls all had a thick stack of signatures in their hands. When they gathered at the square, they were all very excited and chattering like little birds about today's harvest.

Come.

"Mia! Did you see that I got the signatures of 50 people today!"

"I also have 80 signatures here. When I take them back together in a few days, Otohime-empress will be very happy when she sees them, right?"

"Definitely. The queen has been worried about signing autographs recently. She has lost a lot of weight. We must help her solve her problems!"

…

Under the setting sun, the mermaid girls walked and laughed, and before they knew it, they reached a fork in the road.

It's time to separate.

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

"Well, let's continue working hard together tomorrow!"

The girls waved goodbye to each other, and the pink-haired mermaid girl named Mia hummed a little song, turned around, and headed back towards the square.

Unlike her friends, her home is near the square.

"It's still not enough. I have to work harder tomorrow. At least I have to get a hundred signatures."

Looking through the signatures in her hand, the girl thought happily, but without paying attention, she ran into a "high wall".

"It hurts..."

The girl covered her nose, tears almost hurting her eyes. But when her eyes were blurred with tears, she raised her head and saw clearly that the thing in front of her was not a wall, but a tall purple-skinned fish man. She immediately ignored herself and hurriedly bowed and apologized:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all my fault for not paying attention... ah!"

She suddenly screamed, because before she could finish her apology, the tall purple-skinned fish man in front of her had already snatched the signature sheet from her hand and held it high.
To be continued...