Sheeping wool should also be done in moderation.

You can't always catch a sheep and pluck it up. It would be bad if you scare away the fat sheep like Brother Ming.

Therefore, Mr. Lei said very politely that he would leave Dressrosa with his crew early tomorrow morning, so that everyone could get together and see each other again, and he would never make it difficult for brothers...

At this time, Brother Ming was so moved that he almost burst into tears.

The sooner these plague gods get out of here, the better.

Without waiting for Ren to speak, he took the initiative to ask if there was any need for help from the Don Quixote family. As long as it was within his ability, he would never delay.

"This..." Ren thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Brother Ming, to tell you the truth, my car, the Lion, is a bit small, and carrying more than 600 people is a bit cramped.

If there is another boat, it will be more convenient to leave tomorrow."

Brother Ming: "..."

(￣△￣;), I understand, before leaving, you have to buy him a pirate ship for free, right?

Mmp in my heart, Brother Ming still had a smile on his face and pretended to be bold:

"This is a small matter. The Don Quixote family can give the Lionheart Pirates a replica warship as a friendly gift to celebrate your becoming the Four Emperors in advance."

Just think of it as losing money and eliminating disaster.

In order to send away these plague gods as soon as possible, he worked very hard.

Ren suddenly grinned: "Hahahaha... How embarrassing."

Brother Ming: "..."

Shameless, I'm really sorry, you can just pay for it.

After thinking about it, Tianyaksha still refrained from scolding her. It would be an unexpected surprise to be able to see off these uncles tomorrow morning.

For this, it is nothing to pay for a pirate ship.

It was agreed that the Lionheart Pirates would leave tomorrow, and the atmosphere at the banquet relaxed a lot. Only then did Brother Ming have the mood to let some beautiful dancers, singers and various instrumentalists come up to perform songs and dances.

Everyone was eating, drinking, and talking about some unnutritious topics, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.

As for the "Holy Judge" and the CP agency killer, neither party mentioned it again.

Although Tianyaksha was curious about what happened, he knew that it would be difficult to find out the inside story with his own strength, and the most important thing was to keep things peaceful.

In this way, the banquet lasted until three o'clock in the morning, and everyone dispersed.

………

At night, the stars and moon are bright.

In the dock area, several towering lighthouses were still on, everything was silent, and the Lion was moored quietly on the sparkling sea.

After the banquet, Renn did not go back to the hotel, but returned directly to the cabin.

He did not lie to Tenyaksha. The Lionheart Pirates will leave here as soon as daybreak.

Instead of going to the bedroom, Ren went to the storage room area on the second floor.

Barrett, Lucci, Kalifa and others are all guarding here.

All kinds of debris in the room have been sorted and neatly stacked aside. More than twenty killers from the CP agency were tied up hand and foot and shackled, sitting on the clean floor with their backs against the wall.

They all had wounds on their bodies, their clothes were stained with blood, their breath was weak and their expressions were numb.

For killers, failure in a mission often means loss of value and death.

Even if the opponent doesn't kill them and manages to escape with their lives, the severe punishment after failing the mission is enough to make them drink.

"Did the intelligence interrogation go smoothly?"

Renn walked over, glanced at the group of killers, and asked casually.

"It didn't go well."

Khalifa, the female secretary with attractive long legs, wearing sexy fishnet stockings and a black uniform, shook her head, "Except for a few people who revealed all the information they knew, the rest remained silent."

"Um?"

Ren's eyebrows raised, "Didn't you promise before that if you continue the torture, you would guarantee that they would even tell the truth about the color of their mother's underwear?"

Kalifa: "..."

(￢_￢;), the color of my goddamn mom’s underwear...you said it yourself, she was sure they didn’t guarantee it.

Ren stretched out his hand to lift Kalifa's smooth chin and smiled:

"I understand. Could it be that we are all killers, and are inevitably a bit sad about what happened to these former colleagues, and are unable to take action?"

The female secretary who was being teased raised her hand and slapped his dirty hand away, turned her head away, and sneered:

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not familiar with any of these people, and I won't even frown if they die."

It would be ridiculous to talk about a relationship with a killer.

If they are both members of the original CP9 team, they still have some bonds and friendship with each other, but for the other people in the CP department, it's a shame.

Not to mention, she has fallen from a civil servant to a female pirate.

"Captain, it's not that we can't do it."

Werewolf Gabra licked his lips and smiled cruelly, "The main reason is that the ship lacks corresponding torture instruments. Otherwise, I would be sure to pry open the mouths of at least half of them."

The Pirates are not a secret service.

You can also find some fruit knives, leather whips and steel needles on the boat, which can barely serve as torture tools.

With this simple thing, used to serve a group of elite killers and high-level spies, the effect is naturally very mediocre.

Moreover, Ren also said that punishments that are too cruel and inhumane should not be used.

For this group of prisoners, Kalifa and the others had just whipped dozens or hundreds of whips one by one.

Those killers who were willing to tell the truth honestly either could not withstand the whip, or they were lenient if they confessed, hoping that the Lionheart Pirates would spare their lives afterwards...

"In fact, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to torture each one."

At this time, Rob Lucci spoke, staring at Stussy and Lone Wolf with his cold eyes, "As long as the captain can pry open their mouths, that's pretty much it."

There is a strict hierarchy within the intelligence agency.

The more senior espionage officers have higher authority, the more secrets and important information they know. As long as they can pry open the mouths of the two veteran CP0 members, the Queen of Happy Street and the Lone Wolf, it will be useless for the rest of the people to keep it secret.

Ren nodded and took a few steps to stand in front of Stussi.

At this time, the Queen of Happy Street was not feeling very well. Her hands and feet were shackled by strong sea-floor stone, and her fair-skinned face was stained with a lot of dust and blood, making her look quite disgraced.

Even so, it does not detract from her beauty.

Like a white swan with broken wings, she looked slightly frail after being seriously injured, and her tight uniform and black stockings on her thighs were in tatters, revealing a lot of her youth.

Ren squatted down, held Stussy's chin, and slowly stroked the white and tender skin of her face with his palms. He looked directly into her dim blue eyes and said:

"This beauty, please give me the information obediently, so that you can suffer less."

"hehe."

Stussy smiled and said with a mocking look, "Kill or behead, it's up to you."

"Beauty, you are making it difficult for me to do this. It has been a long time since I lynched someone."

Ren was not annoyed, his expression was indifferent. For some reason, the exaggerated smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes became like a pool in an ancient forest, so deep and cold that it would freeze one's soul.

Such a cold look, no different from that of a devil, made Stussy feel chills running down her spine and she did not dare to look at him.

She immediately swallowed back her harsh and sarcastic words, lowered her head, and did not dare to say a word.

Her intuition told her that if she talked back at this time without knowing her life or death, she would die miserably.

Ren grabbed her chin and said indifferently: "Tell me what you know and listen to me. You won't want to try my craft. It will make you regret that you are still alive in this world."

He is proficient in all kinds of punishments and has superb skills. This is the result of Lingchi dissecting many orcs when he was a border knight.

Those are not punishments used to deal with people at all... they are methods of killing for the sake of killing.

During that time, he was so cruel and vicious that the executioner would tremble when he saw him.

This happened about four or five years ago, not too long ago... But when Ren thought of it, he felt as if he was in another world.

It turns out that I could be so cruel, so crazy and bloodthirsty in the past, and some twisted and sick behaviors are strange to me now when I occasionally think about them.

Well, he has actually met the definition of a mental patient all along, but he just didn't want to admit it.

The only difference is that now he is very energetic and a little less sick... maybe?

No one answered Ren's words, and there was silence in the storage room.

Some of the killers, including Stussy and Lone Wolf, originally wanted to talk back, but seeing the strange expression on the bloodthirsty swordsman's face, that... indescribable look, they all wisely shut up.

That kind of look is not looking at people at all, but looking at some squirming pieces of meat on the chopping board, as if their human attributes have been stripped away, leaving only the concept of moving flesh and blood...

...It was so cruel and weird that the killers all felt uncomfortable.

Not only the killers of the CP agency, but also Kaku, Lu Qi and Kalifa were a little creepy when they saw Ren's strange expression and eyes.
To be continued...