The most courageous pirate hunter

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The sound of bones breaking rang out, and Machabais spat out blood. His entire face was contorted with pain as he was sent flying. Before he could even land, Hermes appeared first and kicked Machabais again, like kicking a football. This blow caused Machabais to twist his body in mid-air.

"Damn it, die, Heavenly Art."

Jorah had somehow gotten up and was rapidly approaching Hermes, who was enveloped in a thick cloud of colorful mist.

You can grab the other person as long as you touch her.

Whether they live or die depends on this one strike.

"Do not!!!"

Reality was exceptionally cruel. Before the colorful haze even got close, Hermes had already disappeared and reappeared in mid-air, then kicked out a vast arc of white light.

A massive explosion erupted, sending billows of dust and smoke rising from the ground.

After everything dissipated, Jorah lay in the pit, covered in blood, barely breathing and with only his last breath left.

this side.

With Jorah holding him back, Mahabais also used the force of his backward flight to quickly get away from the scene. He had broken countless bones all over his body, and he had to inform the young master.

Thankfully, the Den Den Mushi in my arms was not dead.

"Bulu Bulu!"

Answer it quickly.

Mahabez could sense a terrifying aura approaching from behind, and his pale, blood-covered face was filled with despair and anxiety.

"Hey!"

Those three short seconds felt like a month of agony for Mahabez.

The voice sounds like Torrepol.

"We have been attacked by the Hunting King Hermes Jormungandr. Deringer and Jorah may be dead. Inform the young master immediately."

Mahabez roared as he coughed up blood.

"what?"

In a kingdom far away on the Grand Line, Trebol, who was negotiating a business deal, suddenly changed his expression.

Doflamingo's face darkened, and a chilling killing intent filled the air.

"what!!!"

Mahabez's scream rang out through the Den Den Mushi, followed by the sound of him falling to the ground.

At the same time, the Den Den Mushi closed its eyes.

It seems the Den Den Mushi lost signal because it fell to the ground.

"Byce, Byce!"

"Fufufu~"

"Jormungandr."

Doflamingo snatched the Den Den Mushi, made a few calls and, finding no response, his veins bulged on his neck and forehead. He vanished from the spot, reappearing in mid-air, shooting out threads from his hands that were attached to clouds, and quickly flew towards Dressrosa.

He wanted to kill that man.

"Back to Dressrosa."

Torrepol and the others also wore grim faces, their anger unprecedented.

At this time, on the King's High Ground.

Hermes stepped on Machabys, and the Den Den Mushi nearby hit a rock, its head drooping as it fainted. He only glanced at it before looking away.

So what if Doflamingo was notified?

It's too late!

"Young Master will avenge me."

Trapped firmly on the ground, Mahabais struggled to turn his head, only to see a large foot. Blood streamed from his mouth and nose, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

He was not afraid when he was about to die, nor did he beg for mercy.

He firmly believed that the young master would avenge him; that was a man born to be king, but he would never have the chance to follow him again, which was his only regret.

"I admire Xiaoming quite a bit, but it's a pity we can't be friends."

Hermes sighed.

How did the misunderstanding between them arise?

never mind!

Thinking about it so much is useless. After all, Doflamingo has sacrificed so much for him. Looking at it this way, I seem to be a terrible person.

"So where is your treasure vault?"

"Don't even think about making me tell you."

Despite being on his deathbed, Mahabasi remained remarkably resolute.

He would not betray Doflamingo.

Hermes didn't ask any more questions, but dragged Mahabez like a dead dog, and soon gathered Jorah, Deringer and the other two together.

"Get some treatment."

Looking at Jorah and Delinger, who were barely clinging to life and had fallen into a coma, Hermes shrugged Mansherry, indicating that it was time to get to work.

Two tears drifted by, and an astonishing healing power began to shine.

Before long, Jorah and Deringer, who were on the verge of death, regained most of their consciousness. It has to be said that Mansherry's tears were powerful.

It's possible that it became stronger, which led to an increase in its healing abilities.

"Whoever tells me where the treasure vault is will live."

Looking at the three, Hermes offered them a condition for survival.

"Don't even think about it, we would never betray our young master."

Jorah is the one who hates Hermes the most. He was almost killed by her last time, and if he had the chance, he would definitely tear Hermes to pieces.

call out!

Hermes, not wanting to waste any more words, flicked his finger, and Jorah's head was pierced by the force of the finger. He fell to the ground, his head covered in blood, his eyes wide with disbelief and astonishment.

She hadn't expected Hermes to be so decisive.

"Jora!"

Mahabez and Deringer were also taken aback, and immediately glared angrily at Hermes.

"You coward, you never dared to show your face when the young master was around."

With red eyes, Deringer wished he could poke holes in Hermes' body with the fighting fish horns on his head.

"It's the enemy."

"shot."

“Save Mahabez and Lord Deringer.”

The guards, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion, all pointed their guns at Hermes, much to Hermes' dismay.

Within minutes, the situation was quickly brought under control.

There were just a lot more corpses.

"Let's continue with our previous topic."

Hermes crouched down and scanned Mahabais and Deringer back and forth.

"If I tell you, will you let us go?"

Deringer clenched his fists tightly; he chickened out.

He had to survive; only then would he have a chance to take revenge.

Mahabais, standing nearby, looked on in disbelief. He was prepared to fight to the death, and he firmly believed that Deringer would not betray his young master, but he never expected...

"Derlinger, what are you doing?"

"We must survive. When the young master returns, I will do whatever I want with him."

Deringer was not afraid of death. He was determined to kill this human with his own hands. The human was too young and too weak at the moment. If given time to cultivate, he would become incredibly powerful in the future.

"You bastard, you actually betrayed the young master!"

Deringer did not answer Machaby's roar, but simply stared at Hermes.

"no problem."

Hermes snapped his fingers and readily agreed.

It appears very generous.

To him, these two were just minor characters, not even in the same league. Besides, Hermes was known for his kindness.