Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

It was obvious that the other party's mother was a fish-man, but the child she gave birth to was just like a human being.

There are no serrated teeth, no dorsal fins, and no fish scales. This is an outlier among all fishmen.

All the fish people are rejecting Napoleon.

They didn't think of Napoleon as a fish-man, but as a human being that they hated and always wanted to bully him.

"asshole!"

The fish-man named Lana stood up and looked at Napoleon fiercely.

"The strength of a fish-man is ten times that of a human being. There is no way you can defeat me!"

Rana rushed forward.

Fists raised high.

When he was about to fall, Napoleon opened his big hand and grabbed Lana directly.

"I'm a fishman too!"

Napoleon said coldly.

With a flick of his hand, Lana, who was half taller than him, was thrown away.

"Rana!"

Upon seeing this, Murat hurriedly went to help his younger brother!

"Brother, the other party is not simple, he has strange power!"

Lanner looked at Napoleon in shock.

Napoleon looked at the three of them expressionlessly.

"Rana, Davout, let's go together, I don't believe we can't take down this kid!"

Murat clenched his fist and said.

After hearing this, the fishman named Davout surrounded Napoleon one after another.

Napoleon saw this and did not flinch.

His cold eyes stared at the three of them coldly.

"rush!"

Murat was the first to rush forward.

The big scaly hand swatted directly at Napoleon.

Napoleon covered his chest with one hand and blocked Murat's attack with the other.

Then he kicked him.

Immediately, Murat felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Then his body flew out uncontrollably.

And Davout's attack also came to Napoleon.

A punch hit Napoleon on the left side of his face.

Napoleon tilted his head.

There are some bruises at the corners of the mouth.

But he still didn't retreat. He grabbed Davout's wrist with his backhand and threw it over his shoulder.

He directly knocked Davout to the ground.

Wails of pain.

at this time.

A sound broke through the air behind Napoleon.

A big foot kicked over.

It made Napoleon unsteady and fell to the ground.

The food on his chest was almost exposed.

Napoleon showed a fierce expression, raised his head, and jumped up instantly.

He grabbed Rana's body and punched him in the face.

This fierceness made Davout and Murat dumbfounded.

"Hurry, come on!"

Murat and Davout rushed forward.

Knock Napoleon down.

But Napoleon opened his bow left and right, waved his fists vigorously, and kept hitting Murat and Davout.

Regardless of the attacks on himself.

The four people were fighting wildly in the alley, attracting the attention of many people.

He looked surprised when he saw the human-like Napoleon fighting one against three without falling behind.

"Is that kid Napoleon?"

A light blue fishman who looked like a slum thief looked indifferently at the four people fighting below and asked.

"Yes, it's the child born between a mermaid and a human. I don't know who the father is!"

The subordinate replied.

"Trash, three murlocs can't beat a human, it's simply a shame to the murlocs!"

Hody Jones cursed.

Then he spat and took his younger brother away directly.

What is there to see about a group of children?

The fighting in the alley continued.

Until three minutes later.

The four people gradually became silent.

Breathing in big gulps of air.

After a while, Napoleon stood up.

He packed up his tattered clothes and rubbed his swollen face.

He glanced at the three people who had fallen.

Without saying a word, he walked straight towards the depths of the alley.

As he walked, he complained.

"It's over. If mom sees this, she will scold me again!"

Napoleon was troubled.

Carefully protecting the bread on his chest, he walked into the alley.

"Boss, that kid is a bit weird. We can't seem to beat him!"

Lana gave a bitter laugh and sucked in the pain after touching the wound.

"It's really weird. Hitting him was like hitting steel. I didn't even see him cry out in pain!"

Davu lay on his back and breathed heavily.

"He's a monster!"

Murat said.

There was a reluctance to admit defeat in his tone.

"Brother, do we still want to provoke him?"

Davout turned his head with difficulty and asked.

Murat was silent after hearing this.

He wanted to recruit a younger brother, but he couldn't beat a five-year-old child, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Fishmen living in the slums must huddle together for warmth.

Nowadays, Hody Jones and his gang are the most popular in the entire Fishman Street. If they want to stand out, they have to join Hody Jones and his gang.

But it also means surrendering to Hody Jones.

How willing was this for Murat.

Seeing Murat's silence, Nala and Davout stopped talking.

the other side.

Napoleon walked through the streets with the remaining food, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

He looked at his dirty clothes and grimaced.

After patting the dust on his clothes, Napoleon took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

As soon as you enter the door, a strong medicinal smell fills the room.

"Mom, this is what I got from working. It's a little cold. I'll heat it up!"

Napoleon came to the hospital bed, looked at his thin mother and said distressedly.

"Son, cough!"

The woman lying on the hospital bed had a sallow complexion and looked terminally ill, but her thin face still showed her stunning appearance when she was young.

"Son, did you fight again?"

The woman lying on the hospital bed frowned at the bruises at the corners of her son's mouth and asked seriously.

"Someone tried to rob me on the way back, so I gave them a lesson!"

Napoleon lowered his head and said honestly.

"Ugh!"

Oni sighed and said nothing.

Oni knows what kind of people live here.

Snatching for food is commonplace.

"In the future, try to avoid them as much as possible and don't conflict with them. Neither of us is as good as those people!"

Look at the mother's earnest words.

Napoleon nodded silently.

Without saying a word, he went to take the bread and heat it up.

"What work are you doing!"

Suddenly, the mother on the hospital bed looked at the bread in her son Napoleon's hand and asked coldly.

"It's just close to Old John's Bakery on Fishman Street and become his apprentice!"

Napoleon said a little flustered, but there was no trace of panic on his face.

"Old John? I remember that he never hired apprentices. Can you get bread from him?"

As a member of Fishman Street, how could Oni not know everything around her.

That old John was an iron rooster. He would never give anything to the poor. Even when recruiting employees, he would only give a little.

But with Old John's temperament, how could he give Napoleon the large piece of bread in his hand?

Looking at Napoleon's increasingly guilty expression.

Oni sighed.

I probably knew what was going on.

Silently closed his eyes.