Vol 2 Chapter 150: Anchor

On the deck, Gro was knocked to the ground with a sudden punch, and stood up with shaking, with a daze and disbelief on his face. -79小说网-Morton stared at him in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "You... how dare you hit me?"
"Everything...you ‘force’ me." Morton spoke, his voice a little weak.
Some deterrence in identity and psychological fear can not be easily eliminated. Even if he really punches Gro with his anger, but at this time when he sees Gro's eyes, there is still some panic in his heart. .
Grok didn't care about this time. This moment was irritable. He snarled deep in his throat, slammed under his feet, and rushed towards Morton.
Whether he is a prince or not, he is dignified. Morton hit him and he had to return it.
With a "bang", Morton was thrown onto the deck, and Groe rode up, clenching his fists and striking Morton's face.
"Boom!"
Fisting to ‘meat’, half a minute later, Morton was beaten with bruises and bruises.
The intense pain stabbed Morton, causing Morton to anger again, struggling, trying to overturn Gro and counterattack.
"Boom!"
Gro thumped Morton, thumping gaspingly.
Morton was like a maggot, constantly twisting, suddenly bursting force, out of Gro's control, and successfully stood up.
Morton's face had completely changed, and he gritted his teeth to prepare for revenge.
Suddenly, with a bang, Pandora was awakened after taking a nap on the suitcase, jumped off the suitcase, and frowned and walked between Gro and Morton.
Gro had raised his eyebrows, showing no signs of weakness, and was ready to continue to teach Morton. After seeing Pandora, the expression on his face instantly became calm.
"Ah, that..." Gro turned around sharply, stepped under his feet, and walked casually towards the edge of the deck, looking at the scenery on the shore.
Morton was suspicious and shouted "Don't run" in his mouth, so he chased towards Gro, seeing Pandora blocking the way, ready to push aside with a wave of his hand.
then……
Just as he waved his hand...
"Click" a clear sound, resounded through the deck.
Morton's expression changed instantly. The previous moment was extremely angry. The latter moment was extremely painful. The muscles on his face were directly twisted into one piece. His eyes were round and he fell to the ground with a bang.
His arm was broken, and it seemed to be the first time in his life that it was broken, hanging softly on his chest. This unprecedented experience made Morton almost collapse, and he moved to the side on the deck lifelessly, as if preparing to shake off the arm that did not seem to him, and at the same time issued a sharp scream: "Help! Help!"
Pandora frowned at Morton, as if thinking about how to make the other person shut up.
Richard, who raised her eyebrows and "hairs" lightly, turned her head to look aside and thought to herself: In this way, it is possible to attract people from the Baishi Tower.
Just after Richard thought about it, the people at the White Rock Tower appeared.
A young man in a black robe hurried up from the cabin under the deck, walked in front of Morton, and glanced at Morton's solemn voice: "I am a personal student just received by Mr. Sever Some order on board. Isn’t it clear that fighting is not allowed on board, you... what’s going on?"
"This... this lord, it wasn't me fighting, it was a group of them who attacked me. Yes, they attacked me for no reason, saying that I stole their test-free credentials, but I didn't steal them at all." Morton cried.
"Huh?" The young man who came out frowned. "They?"
"Yes, it's them." Morton stretched his fingers to Gro, then Pandora, and finally thought that Richard and Gro had been together, and his fingers stayed on Richard's body for half a second.
The young man looked at Richard and his party in the direction of Morton's fingers, then froze for a moment.
His eyes touched in midair, and the atmosphere changed quickly.
"You guys?!"
"Well, it's us." Richard said, his eyes flickering, and he already wanted to understand what it was. "It turns out that the two higher talents are the rest of you..."
"Uh, actually... I don't know anything about talents. It was Mr. Sever who told me, and he also accepted me as a proselytized disciple. Actually, thank you for that day, otherwise... I can't talk to Mr. Sever There is a'cross' episode..." said the young man.
Morton groaned in pain on the deck, stunned, staring at the young man with a chill.
This... this seems a bit wrong, this seems to be not the same as what he imagined...
"This... this lord..." Morton said weakly beside the young man, "this lord, they... they just attacked me...you..."
The young man turned around, looked at Morton, his eyes flashed, then pulled his face down and asked aloud, "What's your name?"
"My name is Morton." Morton said honestly, and finally added a sentence, "I am a member of the Pang'Bo' family."
"Huh? Pang "Bo" family?" The young man's expression suddenly pulled down, "Do you...have a cousin, or a similar relative, called Hilde Pong "Bo?"
"Yeah, yeah, he's very close to me, do you know him?" Morton suddenly had some hope in his heart.
"Of course I know him, and I will never forget him." The young man's face was already dark.
"Uh..." Morton felt like he had misunderstood something and explained what he shouldn't do. that……
"..." The young man looked at Morton and closed his mouth.
Morton did not hear clearly: "Well? What are you talking about?"
"I said, no fights!" The young man almost shouted, then kicked hard with one foot, kicking violently between Morton's "legs".
"No fights! Bang!"
"No fights! Bang!"
"No fights! Bang!"
"No fights..."
"Boom..."
The young man kicked once, twice, three times... Morton kicked up, his body curled up, his body twitched, and his mouth was foaming...
For a long time, the young man ended the kick, gasping at Morton, who was staring at his eyes, and said to everyone on the deck: "I warn you again, don't fight on the boat, or he will be like him!"
Everyone is calm and confusing, and they are puzzled: since no fights are allowed, then as a punishment, why only punish Morton? From a certain perspective, is Morton the victim?
Everyone didn't understand it, but they didn't dare to refute it. The black robe worn on young people is a symbol of identity and power.
The young man breathed out for a long time, and then looked at Richard with a gentle expression, and said: "In short, thank you, by the way, introduce yourself, my name is Martin Luther King, I have a problem on board. You can find me.
"Martin Luther King?" Richard's eyes flashed.
"Why, is there a problem?"
"No problem." Richard shakes his head. "Just think your name is very good, similar to another highly talented John Calvin Joe."
"Are you there?" Luther questioned confusingly, but he didn't think there were any similarities.
At this time, a voice came from under the cabin, shouting: "Luther comes, take care of this!"
Luther's face'color' changed slightly~EbookFREE.me~Sister Demi called me, I left first, and I will talk when I have a chance. In short, thank you, bye. Luther spoke, and hurried towards the cabin under the deck. Before leaving the deck, he shouted again to the people on the deck: "No fights! Whatever the cause, as long as there is a fight, both parties will be severely punished! "
Morton: "Well..."
...
"Squeaky", the wooden boat succeeded in anchoring, adjusted its direction and left the port, and sailed towards the estuary along the Emerald River.
Somewhere on the shore, a man in a black robe appeared, staring at the wooden boat, and said to himself: "It's a little interesting. But that's all it is. Just wait slowly, you... are going to get off Hell..."
On the deck of the wooden boat, Richard turned his head and looked at it for a while, then returned his gaze.
"Is the illusion?" Richard said to himself.
The wooden boat moved at full speed...