Was this guy insane? Had he gone crazy from wanting money too badly?
Looking at Kisame as he stood up, the woman nearly peed herself from fear!
"Bastard, if you want to stay alive, I suggest you don't do anything reckless…"
"Reckless?"
"Don't worry. I won't be reckless."
Kisame glanced back at the woman, then shifted his gaze toward the group of pirates watching them.
He didn't have any money. Sengoku hadn't given him any when he left. Actually, the military funds had already been prepared for him—he just didn't know about it!
Good.
Not knowing? That's a perfect excuse!
Among the pirates at the door, the most eye-catching was a particularly burly man…
Kisame locked on. In this world, everyone's a tank!
Blue hair, black eyes, and a long scar running from his brow to his chin…
Kisame wasn't surprised anymore. He figured everyone in this world had some kind of mental issue—why the hell did everyone have scars on their faces? Was it supposed to make them look fierce or something?
If that were true, then didn't the shark markings on his face already make him look like a terrifying demon?
But still…Why didn't he see any fear in their eyes? He didn't get it, so he didn't bother thinking about it.
Right now, the man in front of him looked like a walking pile of Berries (money). Everything else… wasn't important!
"Stop right there! This is my place!"
The woman saw Kisame was serious and quickly stepped out from behind the bar to block his path, her beautiful eyes turning cold.
She didn't care whether this Marine lived or died, but this was her shop. If something happened here, she wouldn't be able to wash her hands of it.
Marine or pirate, she was just a weak woman trying to survive between the cracks!
Besides, the guy in front of her… was completely out of his mind.
"What's this?"
"Your intel is free now?"
Kisame stopped in his tracks. The view in front of him was… generous. His lips curled into a smirk.
"Of course not!"
The woman's eyes widened at his question. Her intel came at a price—no way she'd just give it away!
"He's under Jack of the Beasts Pirates."
"Too much talk!"
Kisame didn't give a damn whether it was Beasts Pirates or Thousand Beasts or whatever.
The woman trembled at his words, her beautiful eyes widening again, this time with a hint of fear.
She could tell, this Marine in front of her was either—Mentally unstable or deadly serious.
"Are you sure you're serious?"
"You think I'm joking?"
Kisame's voice was like a chill winter wind, sending an involuntary shiver down the woman's spine.
This world, honestly, no one believes the truth anymore!
Was this guy… actually telling the truth?
A trace of fear crept into the woman's heart.
Sure, what he said sounded like a joke but now, she was certain—this Marine in front of her wasn't joking. He was absolutely prepared to take action.
Was he insane?
This was the New World. Laying a hand on someone from the Beasts Pirates… was the same as provoking one of the sea's ruling emperors.
And this Marine didn't even stand as tall as her chest, Was he trying to get himself killed?
She had spent her entire life selling intelligence and never, never had she run into something like this!
"Working with a woman is always so damn slow…"
"This deal? You won't lose. In fact, you'll make a killing."
Impatiently, Kisame stepped around her and walked toward the group of pirates who had been eyeing them the whole time.
Insane. He was completely insane!
The woman clenched her fists, her beautiful face pale, staring at the back of that "Justice" coat.
Then suddenly, A terrifying thought struck her.
That guy wasn't he planning to start a fight right here?
Damn it! This is my tavern! She wanted to stop him—but it was already too late. By then, Kisame was already standing in front of the group of pirates.
The noisy, lively atmosphere around them came to an instant halt.
The standing pirates all wore fierce expressions, glaring at him like they wanted to kill him with just their eyes.
Squeak the Mad Shark stared at the short Marine in front of him, cloaked in a Navy officer's mantle, his brows rising and narrow eyes glinting coldly.
"You… Navy scum. You're the one who killed my vice-captain?"
"If you say so, then yeah."
Kisame looked at the man built like a damn grizzly bear, too lazy to deny it—or explain.
Then, he added casually:
"How about we make a deal?"
"A deal? What kind of deal?"
Just now, Squeak had heard everything—Kisame's entire conversation with the tavern owner. This Marine had openly declared he was going to kill him and now he wanted to make a deal?
What—did he find out Squeak was from the Beasts Pirates and get cold feet?
Whether the guy was scared or not, Squeak had zero intention of letting Kisame walk away.
"It's simple. Real easy. I just need to borrow your head for a bit."
Kisame said it so calmly, like he was just asking—"Bro, lend me a coin so I can catch the bus."
The moment he finished speaking, Squeak's thick brows shot up like two upward-curved scimitars. The pirates nearby instantly exploded in fury. Someone dared to mess with their boss?
"Marine, are you looking to die? You dare mock our captain?!"
"Bastard! One more word and you're dead meat!"
"Damn Navy, so full of yourself!"
The underlings shouted in unison. One pirate closest to Kisame acted right away.
He grabbed a bottle of liquor off the table! Raised it—and with a loud "BANG"—Smashed it on his own head!
Kisame's not-so-large hand let go of the guy's wrist and instead grabbed his hair
BAM!
A solid wooden table shattered instantly into a dozen splintered pieces. Fine liquor spilled everywhere, roast meat flew through the air, the scene a chaotic mess.
The pirate who grabbed the bottle? His face was now twisted in pain—and next to him, eight teeth had made their exit.
No one could've guessed it—this Marine was so ruthless, so direct. No talk. No warning.
He flipped the damn table.
"You're dead meat!" Squeak roared, glaring at his underling, now foaming blood. The scar on his face writhed like a centipede in rage.
"No, no—I'm here for a partnership," Kisame replied, dead serious. "Just let me borrow your head."
Hearing that line again—The entire tavern fell into a sudden, chilling silence.
Dead silence.
In this once rowdy bar all noise vanished in an instant. Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Kisame, who had just spoken.
"This guy… he's not joking?"
At that moment, whether it was drunkards here for a drink, or the old man with a cane who came just to ogle the tavern lady, Everyone was stunned.
They stared at Kisame, eyes wide, round, unblinking like they were trying to figure out whether this guy had just escaped from a Marine mental hospital!
And yet…They were disappointed.
The man before them wore a completely serious expression. Not a hint of madness.
"Heh… heh heh…"
"Marine… you're asking for death!"
As everyone tensed in fear, the deep, menacing laugh of Mad Shark Squeak echoed throughout the tavern.
It's over. Totally over…This Marine's done for.
The regular patrons, seeing the situation, quickly left their seats.
Some tried to sneak out, only to find the tavern's entrance blocked by members of the Mad Shark Pirates.
With no way out, they could only shrink back into the corners of the bar, trembling in fear.
Squeak's fierce face contorted into a cruel smile, he was so angry he laughed. He had seen storms, battles, and blood his whole life but never someone this ballsy.
He couldn't hold back even a second longer, the fire in his chest now fully ignited.
"Marine… you've got guts!"
As he spoke, he raised his fist and swung it straight at Kisame's head.
"Go to hell!!"
"Boss! Tear that shrimp to pieces!"
"Boss! Smash his face in!"
Seeing their captain make a move, the pirates burst into cheers!!
And then, in the very next second...
(End of Chapter)