"A cute country bumpkin?" Murphy looked at Saint Itilia in surprise after hearing her words.
Unlike Saint Charm, Saint Itilia wore the traditional round helmet and the standard purple-colored Tenryubito outfit. Her narrow eyes and thin lips gave the impression of a sarcastic and cruel personality. She was currently looking at Murphy with arrogance and mockery.
"I really like cute boys like you. From now on, you belong to me. Get on your knees right now!" she ordered.
The people watching were astonished by this turn of events. Those who had just recently been in the hall cheering for Tenryubito and mocking the country bumpkin now showed no trace of mockery. On the contrary, their hearts were filled with sympathy for the young man. After all, if this young man had attracted Tenryubito's attention, then were any of them safe?
Life and death, freedom or slavery - everything was determined by one word: Tenryubito.
Murphy rubbed his temples in frustration. He didn't understand where he had gone wrong. With his cautious demeanor and reluctance to get into trouble, he had still found himself in conflict with the Tenryubito.
He really didn't want this, because such a clash did not promise anything good. However, although he did not look for trouble, but when it found him, he would not retreat.
Saint Itilia, seeing that Murphy was silent, continued with a mocking smile: "Or you can become a slave, the choice is yours, hee hee!"
She finally saw Murphy open his mouth to speak. Since he didn't kneel, he obviously chose the second option. In fact, there was little difference between the two options - either way, she would have taken this boy and tortured him thoroughly.
She looked at Murphy, waiting for his answer and already preparing to react.
"Did a donkey lick your head?" Murphy said calmly.
Saint Itilia's smile froze instantly. Saint Charm froze as well, and shock was reflected in his eyes.
The people around him looked at Murphy with such astonished expressions, as if their jaws were about to drop. Did this young man even realize what he had just said?
- You... how dare! Catch him! I will tear him into a thousand pieces! - Saint Itilia's face was distorted with rage, and she pointed a trembling finger at Murphy.
"You dared to show disrespect to us, so die!" Saint Charm acted even more decisively, pulling out his pistol again and firing without further ado.
Murphy ducked his head slightly, avoiding the bullet. He watched as four bodyguards rushed towards him. They were all excellent fighters, after all, their job was to protect the world's nobility. But unfortunately for them, the current Murphy was no match for such opponents.
Bam! - there was one sound, but there were four actual blows. The four bodyguards, as if they had been hit at the same time, flew back. Once the fight had begun, Murphy was not going to stop. Although it was inconvenient to kill, he could cripple them without any problems.
Murder and beating are two different things. Beating will attract the Marine Admiral, but killing Tenryubito will anger the entire sacred city. And then he will have to face a hunt from the World Government and the Marines everywhere.
For Murphy, even pursuing one Marine would be a hopeless situation. He didn't want to recklessly provoke the World Government forces and paint himself into a corner...
However, even so, he did not stop and headed towards Holy Itilia.
- How dare you?! Help me, protect me! - Saint Itilia screamed shrilly, backing away.
A bullet flew past, and Murphy didn't even look at it. He just tilted his head back slightly, and the bullet flew past the very tip of his nose.
Saint Charm had a good aim, but if you can't hit a person, there's no point in it.
"This is the Will of Observation. So young, and already has the Will, what a pity," came a surprised cry from the group of slaves. The aristocrats and rich people surrounding them, although they did not recognize the specific technique, many had heard of the Will.
People were surprised, but even more sorry. Such talent, and he only had two options: either die, or become a slave and spend the rest of his life in suffering. After all, whoever opposes Tenryubito will certainly face an admiral of the Marines.
"Look, Saint Charm got Den-Den-mushi," someone from the crowd whispered.
The people around them began to whisper when they saw Saint Charm take out the Den-Den-Mushi, and their faces seemed to express the phrase: I knew this would happen.
"You can't do that! The Marines will get you!" Saint Itilia screamed.
Murphy approached step by step, and to Saint Ithilia's horror, he raised his hand and struck her round helmet with all his might. After which, it shattered with a loud crack, and Tenryubito's head was exposed to the open air.
"That's probably more humiliating to you than physical pain. If you think the air here is so poor quality, try not breathing," Murphy said.
Saint Itilia did not answer. With one hand she clutched her throat convulsively, and with the other she covered her nose and mouth, resolutely refusing to breathe air.
However, after a moment, her face turned red, her eyes began to roll back, and finally she could not stand it any longer and dropped her hands. She inhaled greedily, but her expression was terrible, as if she had committed an unforgivable sin.
"How does the air here taste compared to your holy city?" Murphy asked with a slight grin as he watched the whole process.
"You filthy commoner, I'll tear you to pieces!" she screamed.
"Dream on!" Murphy lifted his leg and kicked Saint Itilia hard.
Boom!
Saint Itilia crashed into the wall, her body covered in blood, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she lost consciousness.
Murphy turned to Saint Charm, who was shouting furiously into the Den Den Mushi, "If Sengoku can't come, then let Garp come! What?! He can't come either?! What are you doing?! Rear Admiral Mamonga? Oh, no either?! Then let him come... he's not at headquarters?! Why does the World Government keep such useless..."
Krr! - Saint Charm didn't have time to finish speaking before his square helmet suddenly shattered.
His reaction was the same as Saint Itilia's - he quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, forgetting even about Den-Den-Mushi.
Murphy looked at the Den-Den-Mushie, from which voices were still coming, and crushed it with his foot. Then, to everyone's amazement, he leisurely took out his camera and took several close-ups of the Holy Charm.
However, these photos could not be published yet. After all, even a desperate journalist like Morgans would not rush to insult Tenryubito. Moreover, Morgans did not know who Hagoromo was, and sending these photos would mean revealing his identity.
Inhale... exhale...
Finally, Saint Charm couldn't take it anymore and began to greedily inhale the air.
Murphy repeated his move and, under the frightened and angry gaze of Tenryubito, kicked him.
This time the blow landed right in the face.
When Saint Charm fell, silence fell on the stage again, which soon gave way to noise and chaos.
- Scary guy!
- Let's get out of here, the Marines will be here soon!
- Forget about the slaves, save yourselves!
Soon, only Murphy and the slaves destined for the auction remained. All the slaves wore restraining collars - if you try to remove them the wrong way, the collar will explode.
The explosion on his neck left no chance of survival. One of the slaves, seeing the empty room, took a few steps forward and, noticing that Murphy was not stopping him, began looking for keys all over the room.
The first was followed by others, and soon the backstage area was noisy again. Someone, having found a key, would scream with joy, open the lock and leave, bowing deeply to Murphy as he left. There were also those who could not find their key, their faces contorted with anxiety, and they rushed from side to side.
Murphy paid no attention to the slaves. He walked up to the Holy Charm, searched it, and found a bunch of keys. Tossing the keys in his palm, he turned to Sheila, who was looking at him through tears, and said with a sigh, "You're lucky!"
Since he intervened, he could have done a little more. Who knows, maybe he'll even earn the gratitude of the mermaid people