Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

Chapter 241: Outnumbered vs. Outnumbered

The "amusement park" is also the Dragon Park. A group of people who were originally having fun noisily suddenly became quiet after the loud noise.

"What happened? Chirp."

One of the three leaders of the Arlong Pirates, the Kissing Fishman Aqiu, looked at the door with flying pieces and the figure of Yanshao lying on the ground in a mess, and walked over angrily.

Aaron, who was sitting on a sun lounger, shook his head at his subordinates, motioning them to go and check the situation. He slowly stood up and followed behind.

However, before they took a few steps, a group of strange humans suddenly entered their sight.

"Are there still so many mermen here? They look really unique. It's a pity there are no mermaids. I would like to see more. Wow." The man with a big afro who was very conspicuous in the crowd took a quick glance and chuckled.

"New! You're a stupid skeleton. You look weird enough, and yet you're judging us?" Xiao Ba, one of the cadres, the octopus fishman, stretched out his six arms at the same time.

As he said that, he raised his hand and scratched his head again: "Eh!? Skeleton?"

"Xiao Ba, don't waste your time talking to them. They are just some insignificant humans who don't know what they are. Chirp." A Qiu put his hands in his pockets, looking like he didn't know what an opponent was.

"That's right. Talking too much to these stupid humans will make you stupid too." Another cadre with two pigtails on his head, the cartilaginous fishman Kroobi, crossed his arms.

Deus and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. They had not expected that they would be forced to become stupid humans before they could even say a few words.

Deus' heart moved, as if he remembered where he had heard similar remarks before. He stroked his chin, with a hesitant look on his face: "You guys, are you also from Fishman Street?"

"Swish!" A sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and Aqiu spit out a rapidly flying water bullet directly at Deuce without saying a word.

Before Deuce could react, Jerry snorted coldly and flicked his finger. A drop of water shot towards Qiu like an arrow.

As the water droplet flew in the air, it gradually grew larger.

After the water bullet instantly engulfed Aqiu, its trajectory remained unchanged, and it hit him on the forehead in front of his astonished gaze.

With a bang, Aqiu was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground face upside down by the huge impact force.

"Hey! What is that!?" Seeing this, many fishmen were stunned for a moment and then started to make a noise.

Seeing Qiu rubbing his head and struggling to get up, Aaron walked to the front with a gloomy face and said angrily:

"Who are you? Have you ever been to Fishman Street? And that move just now was the water strike from our Fishman Karate, right?"

"Humans are just an inferior race. How could you use our fishmen's moves?!" Aaron clenched his fists, took a big step forward, and roared at Jerry.

Jerry also took a step and walked slowly towards the other party, saying helplessly: "Why do you people from Yuren Street all like this tune?"

"Or is it just you and that Hodie Jones who like this the most?" Jerry cracked his knuckles, as if he remembered someone he had beaten up on Fishman Island.

"Huh? Hodi?" Aaron was stunned, and from his expression it was clear that he was familiar with this name.

"That's right, the tone of that great white shark man is exactly the same as yours." Jerry nodded. As he spoke, he blinked and looked at Aaron, and suddenly realized, "Oh, right, you are also a shark man..."

Aaron interrupted impatiently: "You damn low-level race, stop talking nonsense here! Tell me! If you have been to Fishman Street, how did you get out!?"

Aaron knew very well what kind of people those guys were in Fishman Street. If any human got involved without permission, they would never be able to leave easily.

Perhaps because he had been entrenched in the East China Sea for many years, Aaron had not paid much attention to the news from his hometown in recent years. He obviously didn't know what Jerry and others had done there.

Hearing the other party mention this, Jerry smiled crookedly: "Do you even need to ask? Of course, I just knocked everyone down and walked out casually."

"Oh!"

Aaron stepped out again, breaking the floor into pieces, and laughed in anger: "Just relying on you, an inferior race that looks like excrement?"

"As expected, human beings, your existence itself is a sin! Don't think you can fool us with a few nonsense words, just die! You scum!"

For some reason, when Aaron heard Jerry casually talking about defeating his fellow tribesmen in Fishman Street, he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation in his heart, and he became angrier and angrier as he spoke.

In the end, he decisively decided to take his usual measures to completely eliminate these humans.

He waved to his subordinates behind him, then bent down, slightly bent his legs, and pushed his feet hard.

"SHARK·ON·DARTS!"

Aaron's entire body turned into a straight dart, with his jagged nose as the arrowhead, and rushed towards Jerry like a gust of wind.

"Iron Head Kid?" Jerry said leisurely, and stretched out his right hand slowly but quickly, accurately grabbing Aaron's serrated nose.

Under Aaron's shocked eyes, Jerry took a step to the left, dragged Aaron's huge body, swung his whole body half a circle like a sandbag, and slammed it hard on the hard floor.

"Bang!" A deafening sound echoed in the air, and a huge pit suddenly appeared on the floor, and cracks spread around like a spider web.

This sudden change caused the members of the Arlong Pirates who were charging from all directions to stop involuntarily and stand there in a daze.

Their faces were filled with shock and disbelief, as if they were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

Aaron fell on his back and blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, staining the surrounding floor red.

His eyeballs rolled up and he looked like he was about to fall into a coma, but he was still struggling and twitching.

"Are you...are you kidding me? Brother Aaron!"

"Go! Kill this damn human!"

In the chaos, someone among the remaining six members of the Arlong Pirates shouted, and they rushed towards Jerry again like wolves and tigers.

"Do you think I don't exist?" Cavendish drew out his sword, rode on Farulu, and galloped away.

Brooke's figure shook, and he rushed forward without slowing down: "Yohohoho, I won't let you succeed."

"Oh hahaha, charge, charge! A rare opportunity to outnumber the enemy!"

Hearing Skarl's strange cry, the rest of the people woke up as if from a dream, realizing that this was indeed a rare opportunity to defeat the enemy with more numbers.

On weekdays, they always face the dilemma of being outnumbered.

After all, the Kuroko Pirates currently have only eight people, one cat and one horse. In the past, whether they encountered the navy or other pirate groups, most of them had more people than them.

The Arlong Pirates had a configuration of eight people and one manatee, but since the banquet manager Shioyaki had been kicked down by Jerry, the manatee could not get ashore.

Therefore, the number of members of the Arlong Pirates who are currently able to stand and fight is indeed inferior to that of the Kuroko Pirates.

Soon, everyone in the Kuroko Pirates swarmed around the enemy and started a rare group fight.