Galen's justice is judged by Galen's sword and is determined by Galen's view of good and evil.

But the last sword holder was Galen himself.

The person holding the sword is a person, which means that whether the sword is swung or not will be subjectively influenced by the person.

So, true fairness never exists.

For example, Galen did not kill Bucky immediately before, not because he thought Bucky shouldn't die, but because Bucky "has someone behind him".

And in this world of looking at faces, beautiful women will naturally receive preferential treatment.

With miss. Valentine's Day bad character and cold-blooded behavior, if an ugly person comes, Galen will give her a just judgment without saying a word.

But now, Galen is still a little confused and shook his head and sighed for this bad woman who is sorry for her appearance:

"What a pity."

However, miss. Valentine's Day behavior actually exceeded Galen's bottom line of tolerance for beautiful women.

The great sword was finally swung.

The blood evaporated on the flames of the sword body, leaving no trace.

"Two more..."

Garen slowly retracted the great sword and murmured to himself.

He turned around and looked for the remaining two fish that had escaped the net, and found that one of the targets was standing in front of him:

mr.2 von Kree.

There were countless slight blood marks on his arms, and some of his skin had red and black burns, which looked extremely miserable.

His extremely curious dress of a shemale maniac was burned black by the flames before, which made Von Kree's only threatening mental attack method disappear.

"Didn't you take the opportunity to escape just now?"

Galen did not rush to take action, but asked with great interest to the enemy who still dared to stand in front of him:

"You should know that you can't beat me."

"Hahaha..."

But Von Kree let out an exaggerated laugh.

The twisted expression and already sluggish facial features made the careless Galen's eyes even if he lost the heavy makeup of the shemale.

But Von Clay exaggeratedly made a ballet move that was spinning around in circles, and finally answered Garen's question:

"I am a new human being who sticks to the 'shemale way'!"

"I won't be afraid of a stinky man like you!"

Despite the expectations, Galen couldn't help but cover her face and complained:

"What the hell is the way of shemale..."

"What happened in this world that this Taoist sect was passed down?"

But Feng Krei's eyes lit up and explained with a strange smile:

"boy, the so-called way of shemale is..."

"Enough."

Galen interrupted Von Clay's nonsense without mercy and pointed his hand at the sea:

There was a little girl with a braided pigtail, a little Red Riding Hood, a sketching toolbox, and a wet and messy clothes, struggling to escape to the distant sea with a broken boat board.

"If you want to delay time, you have to explain some skills, right?"

Galen said a little depressed:

"How could I be interested in what 'shemale way' you teach me!"

"you!"

Von Krey's expression immediately stopped, and then responded immediately:

"Shemale Fist·Shemale Long Sword!"

A huge force burst out in his legs. A bare-haired leg suddenly accelerated and slashed from below with this force, tearing the air like a sharp blade and slashed straight into Garen's chest.

Galen didn't take this leg to care about, but her leg hair made Galen numb.

"shave!"

Galen was so scared by the reach of his legs and legs that even used the sixth Navy style.

But Feng Clay's offensive had no intention of stopping at all, and the terrifying big hair leg bit like a poisonous snake.

At this critical moment of life and death, Galen must never keep his hands.

So he smashed Feng Clay's leg to a fracture with one big sword, causing the attack to break. Feng Clay, who was biting Garen, could only collapse to the ground in pain.

"It's very dangerous."

After ensuring safety, Galen was still a little scared.

But Feng Kree didn't care about his injuries, and shouted loudly at the miss who was rowing a sampan on the sea in the distance. Golden Week shouted:

"Shake quickly! I can't hold it back!"

The sound came from afar and then clearly reached the ears of Miss Golden Week.

Her petite body trembled slightly, and the movements on her hands stopped involuntarily.

"Go away!"

Von Kree urged at the top of his lungs again.

Miss. The Golden Week finally made up its mind and tried its best to paddle the distance.

But she was a small, short-handed artist, and she was a lack of strength. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get fast. The broken wooden board carrying the miss and golden week was as slow as a turtle in Garen's eyes.

Regardless of whether Garen was not in a hurry to pursue Miss, Golden Week, he just said to Von Kree who had collapsed to the ground:

"She is your friend?"

"no."

Von Kree is also happy to delay the time with words:

"I have no partner relationship with her, I have only met twice at the work club meeting."

"Then are you still helping her with such a desperate act?"

Garen asked in confusion.

Von Clayggie's dark face was full of determination, but he replied seriously:

“Miss.Golden Week is different from us.”

"We are all professional killers who are dead, and she is just a young painter who went astray."

"She shouldn't die here."

Von Kree climbed up from the floor with difficulty and used his bloody legs to support his already crippled body:

"I helped her not because of my friend's righteousness, but because I want to help."

"If you want to kill her, you can knock me down first!"

"kindness..."

Garen pondered for a moment, but turned his gaze over Von Kree and turned to the miss. Golden Week, which was still struggling to escape from the sea in the distance.

His feet suddenly stepped on, and he moved at high speed with his shaving, and then the recoil of the air jumped into the sky.

Von Kree felt a flash in front of him, and Garen's figure turned into a phantom and disappeared from his eyes.

Fon Krei turned around suddenly and was shocked to find that Galen was actually trampling on the air and running towards the miss who were running away in the distance. Golden Week pursued.

Miss. After all, the Golden Week is just a weak young girl. No matter how hard she tries, she can't get rid of Galen who comes to step on the moon steps.

Soon, Galen captured Miss. Golden Zhou's petite body in his hand like an eagle catching a chicken, and then brought her back to the ship with her in reverse.

The three-no girl miss. Golden Zhou was born with a cold temperament. Even if Galen was holding it in her hand, she only showed a little panic in the corner of her eyes. She did not cry or plead or shout.

Her reaction made this young painter who was almost the same as a primary school girl look even more pity.

Looking at the girl captured by Garen, Von Kree was unable to hammer the floor, and tears kept falling to the ground.

Robin, who had been hiding aside and watching, couldn't help but stand up, frowned slightly and persuaded Garen in a deep voice:

"Galen, enough!"

"You have killed enough people."

Garen glanced at Robin slightly and asked back:

"This ship is so big, you can't see this little girl who took the opportunity to escape."

"It seems that you are not as loyal to me as you said?"
To be continued...