What kind of reason is that?
Crowe covered his face. He now understood what 'Idealism' meant. It meant that he would mess with whoever he didn't like.
"Don't be a bully!"
In the team, a burly man more than three meters tall clenched his fists and rushed towards Kuro. "You are not allowed to insult us martial artists!"
Kuro looked at him expressionlessly. When he approached him, he kicked him in the ribs and kicked him to the left. His huge body hit a group of pirates and took them to the building on the left, creating a depression.
"Hu…"
Kuro exhaled the smoke and said lightly, "Don't worry, I'm a Marine, I won't malign a good person, and I know what I'm doing. Go back and rest for a few days. Crowe, go and pay him some medical fees later."
"Yes, I understand." Crowe made a mental note.
"Hey, is that Carl?"
"I think so. A famous martial artist was actually kicked unconscious by this Marine."
"We can't provoke him, let's go to the left obediently. He is a Marine after all, he won't do anything to us."
"Then the Martial Arts Conference…"
"I don't want to be like Carl, the Martial Arts Conference or anything. Let's put it aside."
Some martial artists whispered to each other and finally went to stand on the left side.
At this moment, the team on the left has already taken shape.
Kuro compared them and looked at the number of people on the right side that was obviously still very long. He clicked his tongue and said, "It's not enough. There are still too many people. I have to share more…"
Those who can stand are not weak, at least their minds are strong.
Including those armed merchants, how could they be ordinary people if they could still stand under the influence of his killing intent? Ordinary civilians had long been filtered by him, so he could be a little bolder in this group of people.
Kuro's murderous aura was not released to the strongest level, otherwise, there would probably be fewer people standing. He was considering the angle of the civilians, and the murderous aura released just reached this upper limit. Otherwise, if it was higher, there would not be many people standing, so how could he distinguish them?
His gaze swept around and finally landed on the people in the team. There were the most number of such people in the team and they were the most balanced.
Kuro looked at someone and walked over. Before he could speak, the person nervously said:
"Marine, I am also a martial artist. I came here to participate in the competition. I am not a pirate, not a Mafia, I don't wear black formal clothes, I don't do business, and I don't have the physique of that group of famous martial artists. I don't look fierce, and I am very careful when I walk. I don't step on ants. Although I practice martial arts, I don't bully people. I only fight with my peers. A fight between martial artists is not a crime, right?"
"Not really." Kuro nodded.
"Then can I stay in this team?" The man's eyes flashed with pride.
Except for him, half of the people in this team, like him, listened to these words with a proud look.
This is the victory of ordinary martial artists!
"Well…"
After a moment, Kuro suddenly took out a cigar box from his pocket and handed him one. "Want a cigarette? Good stuff."
"Uh… Thank you, Marine."
The martial artist stretched out his hands and was about to carefully take it.
Suddenly, Kuro retracted his hand and took back the cigar. He scolded, "Smoke! You're not a serious thing! I can see that you have bad thoughts in your heart. To avoid any accidents, all of you come with me!"
"But limited to the situation where you have not found the news of your crime, you can be separated into a team and you can leave on your own or on a Battleship later. That… Colonel Philip."
"Yes, Colonel Kuro!"
"Contact the Battleship in the nearby base later and ask them to come over and take these 'smoking' martial artists away and send them safely back to their hometown."
"But Marine, you draw it yourself, how can you say that we are not good people!" The martial artist was immediately unconvinced.
Kuro glared at him. "Smoke and cigars are our Marine's specialty and we have to taste them. Besides, on the sea, whatever our Marine says is what it is! Why do you care? Go away later!"
"…"
'This is hooliganism, right?'
Marine is acting like a hooligan in public.
The division of ordinary martial artists in this wave immediately reduced the number of people in this team by more than half. What was left were some martial artists who looked thin and weak, as well as local civilians and businessmen who had fainted on the ground.
Kuro had to leave some face for others and could not be too ruthless. Otherwise, it would be very awkward if no one competed.
'Huh?'
'Rookies pecking at each other?'
This is a competition after all. Give me some face.
Marine escorted the people who were identified and walked towards the port.
As soon as this group of people retreated, the street suddenly became cold.
Kuro also waved to the rear. "Sorry to disturb everyone's time. We will expel and arrest the dangerous people. As a Marine, it is our duty to protect everyone, don't thank us."
The remaining people looked at each other and a black line appeared on their foreheads.
Thank you?
"Hey, when those businessmen wake up, will they vomit blood from anger? Once they leave, there will be no business."
A thin martial artist pointed at those who fainted and asked.
Although he is thin, he has no problem dealing with two or three ordinary people.