Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

Roy's voice was deep and infectious, slowly spreading in the huge central square.

"Frankly speaking, in my opinion, Mr. Tiger's actions like this, I really didn't know whether to praise him for his courage, or to scold him for being stupid..."

"But then I thought about it and I was relieved."

He smiled hardly.

"Since Mr. Tiger uses his life as a bet and puts all his chips on me, then naturally I can't live up to his expectations."

"So, after NEO's new Marine completed the reorganization and publicly declared war on the World government, we started to act."

"What happened later, you all know..."

Roy said this, turned around again, and bowed again to the statue behind him.

Everyone fell silent.

Even many people's eyes gradually become moist, and they don't know if it's because of the wind and rain that wet their cheeks, or some other reason.

They watched quietly at the statue standing still in the wind and rain like a rock, and looking at the firm and determined face on the statue, they were filled with emotion and admiration.

The same thought came up in their hearts.

If it’s them,

Do not,

If it’s anyone,

Is it possible to achieve the level of Fisher Tiger?

Probably... it can't be.

He obviously went through countless vicissitudes, all kinds of suffering in this world, did not let him go, but in the end, he still treated the world with the gentlest kindness.

The Holy Land Mariejois, there is already his hell and his greatest fear in his life.

But he did not hesitate or flinch, and resolutely returned to the dirty place that kept him awake at night.

──Bring a faint light to those poor people who are waiting for salvation.

Such a person, whether he is an enemy or a friend, must be respected.

The world was quiet, everyone kept silent, bowed their heads slightly, and mourned for the leader of the murloc tribe who had given up their lives.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came slowly from the distant streets.

The footsteps are very messy, but there is a kind of silent heavy and tragic.

Everyone came back to their senses subconsciously, turned their heads one after another, and then froze at the same time.

Roy and the others also watched at the same time. The scene in front of them made them froze in place, and their eye sockets gradually became red uncontrollably.

Together,

Two,

Three ways,

….….

One figure after another,

Take firm and slow steps,

He was walking slowly on the street far away from Dressrosa.

Their clothes are very simple, even some are very tattered.

Their faces were haggard and bloodless, as if they had endured strong fear and stimulation.

But their eyes are extremely tough, like that statue.

"these people….…."

Zephyr, who was standing next to Roy, murmured with emotion.

Roy's eyes were red, as if something hot in his chest rushed out uncontrollably.

"That's the person Mr. Tiger tried his best to save..."

Yes,

There are thousands of people,

Densely dense but orderly and steadily moving forward.

Those are the slaves rescued by Fisher Tiger from the Holy Land Mariejois!

After experiencing the thrilling and tragic battle of Red Line, most of them were suffering from minor or severe injuries, and their expressions were wilting.

But they at this moment,

This group of slaves who were tortured by Celestial Dragons day and night,

Finally got rid of the shackles that had shackled them all their lives,

Everyone is holding a handful of pale yellow daisies tightly in their hands,

With a solemn look,

With a solemn expression,

Come here to give the greatest hero in their hearts the last ride!

Their demeanor is so serious and determined,

The steps are so unified,

From a distance,

A team of thousands of slaves,

It was abruptly stepped out of the outrageous momentum of the elite division with thousands of troops and horses charging at the same time!

In an instant,

Everyone present was deeply shocked and awed by the scene before them, and their bodies moved away involuntarily, giving way to this unique "army".

Crowded,

Like mountains and rivers,

No one speaks,

But this silent majesty,

But it's even more moving.

One after another,

Doesn’t need anyone’s command,

This group of slaves from different races, backgrounds and identities in the world,

Do not,

They are now free people,

Arrived in front of the statue in an orderly manner,

Respectfully and meticulously put down the bunch of daisies in his hand gently,

bow,

Then back away.

Everyone watched this scene quietly, and their hearts were surging.

In ten minutes,

Around the base of the statue of Fisher Tiger,

Already blooming,

Like a magnificent sea of ​​flowers.

Pour out a city of flowers,

Pay homage to a person.

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