Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, a tall man stopped eating.
The Beasts Pirates?
Are they coming for him?
The man turned his head, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the approaching Raikougo.
Standing by the ship's rail, Kane's gaze swept over the various ships surrounding Baratie, finally settling on a peculiar small boat.
It looked less like a ship and more like a coffin with a mast and sail.
The hull and sail were entirely black, and there were lit candles on the boat.
One might think a vampire was traveling.
“Is that man here too?”
Kane looked towards Baratie, and through a window, his gaze met a pair of Hawkeye's.
As expected, it's you, the World's Strongest Swordsman—Hawkeye, Dracule Mihawk.
Should he call it luck or misfortune?
Before Kane could decide whether or not to meet Hawkeye, Yamato had already made the decision for him.
“It smells so good!”
Yamato's delicate nose twitched slightly, and the rich aroma instantly captivated her taste buds: “I’ve decided, I’m having lunch on this ship!”
Before she finished speaking, she leaped from the deck of the Raikougo like an arrow released from a bowstring, landing steadily on Baratie’s deck.
Yamato's landing caused a wave of panic.
“She’s boarded the ship!!!”
The diners in the restaurant instantly erupted into chaos.
At this moment, the guests wished their parents had given them two fewer legs.
As fellow pirates, the reputation of the Beasts Pirates and Hawkeye were not the same.
Although Hawkeye was also a pirate, there were no reports of him indiscriminately killing innocents; those who died by his blade were either swordsmen he dueled or his enemies.
The Beasts Pirates were different.
Thanks to the Marine's tireless reporting, the Beasts were basically synonymous with violence and slaughter.
They were either fighting every day or on their way to a fight.
“Boss, check please, keep the change.”
A man dressed as a merchant directly threw out a wad of Berries and hurried away without waiting for the boss's response.
Panic, like dominoes, triggered more diners to flee in a hurry.
But there were cowards, and there were also brave ones.
A scruffy man with a hideous knife scar running from his left eye to his chin, with one hand on his waist sword and the other gripping a gun, was eager to try.
“That woman looks very young.”
He licked his lips, thinking that if he killed her, wouldn't he instantly become famous?
When he saw Kane and his group subsequently board the ship, he became even more convinced of his judgment.
A group of younglings, probably just minor henchmen of the Beasts Pirates.
“Die!”
The man grinned, raising his flintlock, its Dark Void barrel aimed at Yamato's head, and roared excitedly: “When you get to hell, remember my name, Scar William!”
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Fire and smoke spewed from the muzzle, and a brass bullet spun towards Yamato!
“It hit! Hahaha…”
William's smile grew more ferocious, as if he could already see his future of shaking the seas.
The so-called Emperor Pirates were nothing more than this.
He had simply gone to sea too late, otherwise, he would be the Sea Emperor.
The next second, his laughter abruptly stopped.
“Who's throwing things around?” Yamato frowned, scanning around, and found William, who was raising his gun and laughing wildly.
“How is that possible! This is a finely crafted pistol I bought for 30,000 Berries!”
William was greatly alarmed and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Yamato until all the bullets in the clip were fired.
But the scene of blood splattering that he had envisioned did not appear.
Ding, ding, ding, ding—
Several flattened bullet heads rolled weakly onto the floor at Yamato's feet.
“Hmm?” Yamato tilted her head, looking confused, “Are you trying to tickle me?”
Having seen the Haki-infused bullets in the New World, the bullets fired by the man in front of her were pitifully weak.
Idiot.
Do you think you are Beckman?
Kane rolled his eyes speechlessly at the man who was acting like a clown at the moment.
He bent his index finger, lightly tapped his thumb, and flicked it towards William with a poker face!
An invisible but sharp blade of air shot out.
The blade, like a hot knife through butter, slid through William's neck without any obstruction.
Thud—
A basketball-sized head rolled onto the floor, making a dull sound. The headless corpse stood stiff for a moment, then crashed down.
“Captain!”
William’s subordinates finally woke up as if from a dream, crying out in terror a few times, then scrambling away from Baratie, not daring to look back.
Revenge was impossible; they still wanted to live a few more years.
Crying a few words for their Captain was considered enough to repay the Berries he had given them.
In the corner, Mihawk's gaze lingered on Kane for a moment.
It’s an unseen slash, quite interesting.
Kane and Mihawk exchanged glances; neither of them intended to speak, merely nodding slightly as a greeting.
Yamato completely ignored the corpse on the ground and the pervasive smell of blood, shouting loudly: “I want to order!”
“Coming.”
An old voice came from inside the restaurant.
Thump, thump, thump…
Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of a wooden leg tapping the floor, a man wearing a tall chef's hat, with two golden braids for a mustache, and walking with a wooden prosthetic leg, came out.
“You're new guests. Welcome to Baratie, I am the head chef Zeff.”
The man didn't even look at the mess on the ground, walking straight to Yamato and handing her a menu.
“Let me see…” Yamato flipped through it, her fair fingers tapping her chin, falling into decision paralysis: “Every dish looks very good. So hard to choose!”
“Then stir-fry the whole book.”
Kane casually handed the menu back to Zeff, his domineering CEO aura fully on display.
Yamato was puzzled: “What is 'stir-fry the whole book'?”
Kane explained: “It means one of every dish on the menu.”
Upon hearing this, Zeff scrutinized Kane and the others' physiques, frowning deeply: “Guests, with all due respect, some of the dishes are quite large; one dish is enough to fill one person.”
“This establishment prohibits food waste.”
Even if it meant offending the seemingly powerful guests in front of him, he had to issue a warning.
Kane shrugged: “You can rest assured on that point, we won't waste food. In fact, I'm worried if you have enough ingredients on your ship.”
Violet and the other two couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.
They couldn't speak for others, but they had witnessed Kane's and Yamato's appetites firsthand.
“Don’t worry, you will definitely leave full!”
Zeff smiled proudly: “It’s a chef’s disgrace to let guests go hungry!”
He turned and shouted into the kitchen: “Patty, Carne, make one of every dish. Sanji, come out and mop the floor!”
“Sanji?”
Reiju, who had been relaxed, suddenly had her pupils constrict, and her body instantly tensed.
Is it the same name, or…
“Coming!” A clear, tender boy’s voice rang out.
At the kitchen door, a blond boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, came out carrying a bucket and a mop. He had the distinctive curly eyebrows, and his face still showed some lingering childishness.
“It really is you! Sanji!” Reiju’s voice trembled slightly with excitement.
She never imagined she would see her brother, exiled by their father, here.
“Sis, sister?”
Sanji froze, and the bucket in his hand clattered to the ground, water instantly spreading. He stared blankly at the pink-haired figure in front of him, his mind a blank.
