The Singing Woman And The Fighting Pirate

"That's enough, it's almost done!"

Vlad had an impatient smile in his eyes. "Let's sing it, Miss Serena. If we don't have BGM, I feel like something is missing. Hurry up!"

"Let's start singing, Miss Serena. I can't wait anymore!"

Faced with Vlad's urging, Serena was a little moved, took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on her face, "Okay, Mr. Vlad, since you want to hear it no matter what, Then, I'll sing it to you!"

"That's not right, Miss Sena."

Vlad pointed at the huge sculpture above the theater. "It's for everyone on this island to hear!"

"..."

Sena hesitated a little. Could her singing really be heard by the others on the island? Would others really not hate her?

"Shut up!"

The angry man could no longer control the anger in his heart. He shouted, "Serena, do you know what you are doing?"

"What is she doing?"

Vlad smiled. "She is doing what she wants to do the most! Isn't singing what every singer wants to do the most?"

"That's right, Dad."

Serena's expression instantly became firm. She said, "Mr. Vlad is right. This is what I want to do the most!"

"Are you kidding? It's not like you don't know how bad your singing is. Once you sing it, you will be finished!"

The man who was filled with anger forgot the absolute taboo in front of his daughter for a moment. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

"Huh? What nonsense are you saying? Smelly old man!"

Serena's mental outlook changed instantly, the aggressive reality appeared instantly, the corners of her weak eyes instantly lifted, and the expression on her face became extremely fierce, "It doesn't matter if I sing or not?"

"Serena -"

Olaf's expression was extremely ugly. Since Serena's strong personality had appeared, things had already turned for the worst.

"I will sing now!"

She took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"Hahahaha!"

"Isn't this very decisive?" Vlad smiled.

"There's no other way, Serena. Don't blame Daddy,"

The man named Hadrick Olaf removed the white suit he was wearing and threw it to the side. There was a helpless and cold expression on his face. "Now, we can only use brute force to stop you!"

"Hehehe,"

Vlad stepped forward gently and smiled. "I won't let you pass so easily!"

"Kid, if you can stop me,"

"Let's give it a try!"

Olaf twisted his neck, and his thick neck made a creaking sound. This man could not be treated with the eyes of an ordinary company president.

"Hey, Miss Maid, can I ask you for Miss Serena's safety? Please!"

Vlad did not turn around and asked in a clear voice.

"Please?"

Miss Maid was extremely excited and hurriedly replied, "Sure, no problem. Just leave it to me!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, oh, no, it's an audience -"

The beautiful voice spread throughout the island in the night sky. It was a very beautiful but somewhat frivolous voice. "Now it's me, no, it's me, Hadrick Serena's personal concert!"

"Then!"

"Please enjoy yourself!"

The woman said, feeling very good about herself.

Then she opened her mouth, and the air slowly began to flow from her lower abdomen to her throat through the trachea.

The soft voice began to ring.

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"Aiyaya,"

Vlad scratched his head as he listened to the song. "I'm starting to regret it!" he said in a troubled tone.

"Bastard, you destroyed Serena!"

The muscular man jumped up and clawed at Vlad.

"Yikes!"

Vlad was a little surprised. With such speed and strength, he did not look like a guy in the first half. He was indeed a man who had been to a new world. No wonder he could develop his own company to such an extent. This kind of strength was indeed acceptable.

"Unfortunately, it is still a little slow!"

Vlad chuckled. His body seemed to have an illusion and instantly disappeared from where he was. It was like the shaving cast by the flies in the CPU 9. The fast Olaf was unable to react at all.

"Swoosh!"

A few extremely deep and thin cracks instantly appeared on the solid ground.

"Oh, this is..."

Vlad looked a little surprised. "The strings?"

Vlad noticed that there were a few thin and almost invisible lines on the finger of the man in front of him spreading out. If not for Vlad's outstanding strength, he would not have been able to see it at all.

"Oh, isn't that so?"

Vlad smiled, "A low-end version of Doflamingo?"

"Bastard!"

Olaf stomped heavily on the ground, and his entire body shot out like lightning. His right hand formed a blade, and a pitch-black domineering aura covered him. His gaze was very cold, and he hated Vlad to a few points. It was this bastard who had ruined his precious daughter.

"Wahahahaha!"

Vlad laughed. His right hand clenched into a fist, and a domineering aura covered him. "Since you are so interested, then let me play with you!"

"Swoosh!"

Olaf swung his left hand, and a few strings wrapped around Vlad. "This way, you won't be able to escape!"

"Run?"

Vlad replied, "I'm afraid you are mistaken about the difference in strength between us!"

"You are stubborn!"

"Zither strings !"

Olaf's hand flickered with a dim light, just like the sharpest knife.

"Hehehe,"

Vlad clenched his fist, and without any intention of charging, he punched out.

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"This is really,"

The chef was a little helpless, "There is actually a strong person like you on this island!"

In front of him was a huge bear. Its thick legs supported its huge body, which was at least five or six meters high. Its thick fur was enough to resist the damage of the gun cannon. The wide palm was like two doors. It was a terrifying power that no one wanted to be hit. In a room as small as before, the chef could not even find a place to hide.

"I should be surprised,"

The giant bear said, "I am surprised why a random pirate of a pirate group has such power."

"A random pirate group?"

The chef made a circle in his hands and smiled, "Don't misunderstand, Mr., we are not a random pirate group. If one day, there is a real invincible pirate group in the world, then..."

"There is no doubt that it is us!"

The chef's words were filled with confidence.

"Shameless boasting!"

There was obvious disdain in the huge bear's eyes. His thick right palm was wrapped in a pitch-black domineering aura, and he directly slapped towards the chef.

"Oil on the ground - slippery!"

The chef gently slid on the ground like he was skating ice, instantly flashing a distance away. The ground was already greasy and slippery.

"Hahaha, Mr. Bear, I'll treat you to a meal. I'll roast the whole bear with fire!"

The two knives in the chef's hands slightly twisted, and a little spark spread to the ground.

"Bear"

Flames soared into the sky!