Is that what you call a reason?
Kro covered his face. Now he understood what 'idealism' meant. It was just about messing with whoever he didn't like.
"Don't bully me like that!"
In the group, a burly man over three meters tall clenched his fist and charged at Kuro, shouting, "You're not allowed to insult us martial artists!"
Kuro stared at him expressionlessly. When he got close, Kuro launched a flying kick, a whip kick that struck Kuro's ribs, sending him flying to the left. His massive body crashed into a group of pirates, carrying them along as they flew toward a building on the left, creating a dent in the ground.
"call..."
Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm a Marine. I won't wrong an innocent person. I was careful with my actions. He'll be fine after a few days of rest. Kuro, go and get him some money for medical expenses later."
“Yes, I understand.” Kro silently made a note of it.
"Hey, is that Carl?"
"It seems that a famous martial artist was actually knocked unconscious by this navy officer with a single kick."
"We can't mess with him. We'd better go to the left. He's a navy officer after all, he won't do anything to us."
"That martial arts tournament..."
"I don't want to end up like Karl, putting the martial arts tournament and all that aside for now."
Some martial artists whispered among themselves, but eventually they obediently went to stand on the left.
By now, the line on the left had grown to a considerable size.
Kuro compared the numbers and, looking at the still significantly longer line on the right, clicked his tongue. "Not enough. There are still too many people. We need to divide them up a bit more..."
Those who can stand are not weak; at the very least, they have a strong will.
Those armed merchants who could still stand under his murderous aura were definitely not ordinary people. He had already filtered out ordinary civilians, so he could be even bolder with this group.
Kuro's killing intent wasn't released at its most intense level; otherwise, there would probably be even fewer people standing. He had the civilians' perspective in mind, and the killing intent he released was just at the upper limit. Otherwise, if it were any higher, there probably wouldn't be many people standing, and how would he distinguish them?
He glanced around and finally focused on the people in the group wearing martial arts uniforms. These people were the most numerous and the most evenly distributed in the group.
Kuro looked at someone, walked over, and before he could speak, the person nervously said:
"My lord, I am also a martial artist, here to compete. I am not a pirate, not a member of the mafia, I am not wearing a black suit, I do not do business, and I do not have the physique of those famous martial artists. I do not look fierce, and I walk very carefully so as not to step on ants. Although I practice martial arts, I do not bully others. I only spar with my fellow martial artists. Fighting between martial artists is not a crime, is it?"
“No,” Kuro nodded.
"Can I stay in this team?" A hint of smugness flashed in the man's eyes.
Besides him, half of the people in the group, just like him, looked smug upon hearing this.
This is a victory for them, ordinary martial artists!
"Um..."
Kuro hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a cigar box from his pocket and handed him one. "Want one? Good stuff."
"Um... thank you, Navy officer."
The martial artist stretched out his hands, preparing to carefully take it.
Suddenly, Kuro pulled his hand back, snatched the cigar, and berated him, "Smoking! You're no decent person! You're obviously up to no good. To avoid any accidents, all of you of this type are coming with me!"
"However, since no information has been found about your crimes, you can split into a separate team and leave on your own or by warship later. Um... Colonel Philip."
"Yes, Colonel Kuro!"
"Contact the warships at the nearby base later and have them come over to take these 'smoking' martial artists away safely back to their hometowns."
"But Navy officer, you smoke yourself too, so why are you saying we're not good people!" The martial artist immediately protested.
Kuro glared at him. "Tobacco and cigars are a specialty of our navy, something we have to experience. Besides, on the high seas, what the navy says goes! What are you worrying about? Get the hell out of here!"
"..."
This is blatant indecent behavior, isn't it?
In public, the navy was acting like thugs.
This wave of separation from ordinary martial artists reduced the number of people in the team by more than half. What remained were some thin-looking martial artists with little strength, as well as local civilians and merchants who had collapsed and fainted on the ground.
Kuro has to save face for others; he can't go too far, otherwise no one will compete, which would be very embarrassing.
ha?
Are these chickens pecking at each other?
It's a competition, after all; give them some face.
The navy escorted the identified individuals toward the port.
Once this group left, the streets immediately became deserted.
Kuro waved his hand behind him, "Sorry to have taken up everyone's time. We will eliminate and arrest the dangerous individuals. As the Navy, it is our duty to protect everyone's safety. There's no need to thank us."
The remaining people looked at each other, and a black line appeared on their foreheads in unison.
Thank you?
"Hey, what if those merchants wake up and get so angry they vomit blood? Once they're gone, there won't be any business left."
A martial artist, so thin he looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, pointed at the unconscious people and asked them a question.
Don't let his thin appearance fool you; if a fight breaks out, he could easily take on two or three ordinary people.
He could be considered a martial artist, well, a very amateur one.
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