Chapter 1184 Kizaru's Future Journey 15 - Beating up the Gangsters
Kizaru and the two young men walked briskly through this old and dilapidated area. The low buildings were filled with the smell of decay and mildew, and all kinds of graffiti on the ruins looked eerie in the dim light.
"The person we are looking for is here," Borsalino sensed that more than one person was approaching.
From dark corners and behind abandoned houses, a group of gangsters wearing clown makeup emerged like evil spirits.
Their faces were painted with exaggerated oil paint. Against the pale background, their scarlet lips stretched from ear to ear. Their weird smiles looked particularly eerie in the dim light.
They were holding steel pipes, machetes and other weapons, and their steps were chaotic but oppressive. They quickly surrounded the three people.
"What are you three doing here underground?" asked a gangster who looked like a leader, rhythmically tapping his firearm in his hand.
Looking at the makeup on these gangsters' faces, it is obvious that they belong to the Joker Gang. These males looked at the female leader Gwen's figure, which was curvy and well-proportioned, making her a perfect bed partner.
Gwen couldn't help showing disgust at those stinging and disgusting looks. She resisted the urge to beat people up and stated her purpose: "My two friends were taken away by you. Return them to me and I will leave immediately."
The gang members listened to the young woman's words, but they didn't hear any request in her words. She had such a tough attitude and directly asked the gang for people. Where did the people in the upper echelons get the courage?
The gang members who surrounded them suddenly burst into shrill laughter, their ferocious faces full of disdain and ridicule.
The laughter echoed in the dim underground world, as if to completely tear apart the tranquility of the night. The Joker Gang appeared, and those lower-class people didn't even think of watching the fun. They hid in the dark, one by one, for fear of being implicated.
The leading leader threw a pill into his mouth, tilted his head, and his eyes were full of mockery: "With just a few of you, you still want me to let us go? There is no law in the underground world to protect you."
The rescuers were laughed at, but there was no panic on their faces. Barry said, "We don't want to cause trouble, as long as you release the people back."
The young leader directly made the decision on behalf of his female boss and slowly walked towards the young man, saying as he walked: "Boy, you are a fool because of reading too much. You don't know the rules, so you should stay too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and the gangsters rushed forward, surrounded the people who were saving people, and were ready to take action.
As the tallest and strongest man present, Kizaru made some gangsters feel afraid. He raised his sunglasses and looked at this group of scums wearing clown makeup.
I couldn't help but said sarcastically: "It's so scary, but your makeup is ugly. I have seen a clown whose makeup skills are a hundred times better than yours"!
There was no point in talking anymore, so Kizaru ordered the gangsters present, holding knives, guns, sticks and clubs in their hands, to pounce on the three people like wolves.
Their eyes were full of greed and ferocity, and they shouted unbearable words. They wanted to kill the three people in front of them, and they did not choose to use firearms to deal with three unarmed civilians.
Barry and Gwen were about to fight back, but Kizaru dissuaded them, "Don't move, leave it to me."
Kizaru looked calm, his tall body stood there steadily like a towering mountain. He had not moved for a long time since coming to the future world, and his body was a little rusty.
When the gangsters approached with cold weapons, he didn't hesitate at all and moved instantly. His steps were light, and even without using the power of the Devil Fruit, Kizaru's speed was faster than that of ordinary people.
It was like a gust of yellow wind shuttling among the gangsters. Without the armed color domineering fists, each punch carried a force that was unbearable for ordinary people.
With a loud bang, a gangster flew out like a kite with a broken string. After drawing an arc in the air, he fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
His kick made a whistling sound, and before the other gangster could react, he was kicked backwards, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground and hit his teammate behind him.
"The speed is too slow, and there are too few of you."
Kizaru is like a tireless fighting machine, maneuvering freely amidst the siege of gangsters.
His movements were smooth and fluid, without a trace of drag. Every attack accurately hit the target's vital points, shortening the battle time.
The gangsters on the periphery were shocked by his bravery and began to hesitate, but some desperate criminals continued to rush forward with red eyes.
"He is just a person, don't be afraid"
"As long as we defeat him, those two young men won't be a problem."
However, Kizaru was not afraid at all and fought more and more bravely. Under his attack, the gangsters fell to the ground one after another. Their original arrogance disappeared completely, leaving only the wailing sounds of crying for their parents.
Being kicked by a genuine admiral of the navy would at least break several bones. Kizaru was very gentle to these people and did not kick them to death, which was considered to be leaving some leeway.
"It's the same question again. Where did your people take my two friends?"
Gwen walked up to the little leader and grabbed his bloody collar. She was trying her best to control her emotions. She wanted to find her best friend and didn't mind being a bad girl for this.
The little leader who was so arrogant just now was completely unable to resist. Blood kept gushing out of his throat. Several of his ribs were broken and some of his internal organs were injured.
He was holding a mace with iron nails, but it was broken by the tall man's kick. He finally realized that he had offended the wrong person.
The gang leader kept coughing up blood and said vaguely: "I haven't seen it... It's no use asking me... I don't know who you are looking for..."
Gwen could only loosen his collar in disappointment. The membership of the Joker Gang was very complex, and they were entrenched in various factions. They would fight for territory and eventually kill each other.
There is no harmony within the gang. If the Joker Gang could unite as one, the Empire would have already struck down an iron fist and crushed this huge force. The Empire would not allow such a powerful force to exist.
The empire is very corrupt, but that doesn't mean it can't wield an iron fist. No one dares to challenge the empire head-on. Only in the pirate era hundreds of years ago did anyone dare to challenge the empire's predecessor, the New Navy.
The word "pirate" has been swept into the dustbin of history by the empire. There are no pirates on the sea anymore. There are only a few ships that rob and loot, but they can only be classified as insignificant pirate groups.
The common goal of pirates is to rob merchant ships, steal goods or kidnap people. They do not have the strength to compete for hegemony or rule a place, and they wander on the sea without a fixed base.
Every year the Empire would send fleets to clean the seas, capture unruly pirates, smash their ships, and send these scums into the sea to feed the fish.
The Empire's invincible fleet has never failed and will crush all the hopes of the rebels. There is only one country and one government on this planet.