"I'm going to see if Arlong intends to honor the agreement we made earlier!"
With so many companions by her side, Nami was full of confidence.
"If he doesn't keep his word, we'll help you beat him up. But what if he really is willing to honor the agreement?"
Link looked at Nami teasingly, "Although that possibility is slim, would you still plan to give him all this money?!"
"No way!"
The miserly Nami immediately refused without hesitation.
Since she had chosen to oppose Arlong, it meant both sides would tear off their masks. She would never give all the money she had painstakingly saved to that scumbag... that Fish-scumbag!
"He's killed so many people, trampled so many villages, and made so many people suffer..."
Nami huffed, "If I don't turn him into sashimi, I won't be able to live with myself!"
After Link and Luffy decided to help her deal with Arlong, she made up her mind not to hand over the money.
The reason she brought the money to fulfill the agreement was simply to account for her hard work over the past eight years.
So that her eight years of running around and toiling wouldn't be in vain.
Besides, even if Arlong were to go back on his word and betray her, what if he actually was willing to keep his promise? What if the money was given to him in name?
After giving it to him, wouldn't Link and Luffy still be able to help her take it back?!
Arlong had initially used violence, robbery, and intimidation to occupy this land, so it was only right for them to take it back!
With the conviction that she was in the right no matter what, and feeling completely justified, Nami carried the money in one hand, with her confident companions behind her.
She walked towards Arlong Park.
At the same time.
Arlong, sitting on a beach chair, also received a piece of news.
"Hatchan and Bisharo have gone missing?"
Arlong, with purplish-blue skin, a sun tattoo on his chest representing the Sun Pirates, and a long, sharp, saw-like nose, listened to the report.
"Are you sure they haven't just gone off somewhere to drink again?"
He waved his hand indifferently.
Kuroobi, one of the three executives of the Arlong Pirates, a soft-fish Fish-Man with a pair of triangular fins under his arms, two small braids on his head, and wearing a black karate gi, reported with a serious expression:
"We also heard news that an unknown Pirate Crew seems to have intruded into the waters where Hatchan and Bisharo were."
"Their disappearance is likely related to that Pirate Crew."
"A Pirate Crew that broke in?"
Hearing this, Arlong finally lifted his head, a hint of malice in his eyes.
"Heh, more foolish humans who don't know their place. They heard there were fish-men here, so they excitedly came, didn't they? It seems they came prepared, otherwise Hatchan (Salt-Baked) and Bisharo wouldn't have been defeated so easily."
Arlong, with his extreme racial discrimination and persecution complex, couldn't help but sneer.
"Take some men and go have a good look. You can also bring Moumou along. Let those hopelessly idiotic humans experience our power!"
"Yes!"
Kuroobi took the order and left.
Arlong immediately changed his expression, laughing as he looked at the Guest in front of him:
"Shahaha, my apologies, Captain Nezumi, something came up here and caused a slight delay..."
He looked at the Marine in front of him, who was clearly human but had a distinct rat-like face, and laughed heartily:
"Don't mind what I just said, Captain Nezumi. I was talking about those dirty, lowly pirates among your human race. Marines like you are completely different from them!"
"Chichichi, I naturally understand that."
Captain Nezumi said with a fake smile, though a well-hidden hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
He also looked down on fish-men like Arlong.
Especially since Arlong himself was a member of a Pirate Crew, yet he looked down on everyone else, which was truly laughable.
However—
Captain Nezumi's gaze lingered for a moment on the two briefcases on the table.
No matter Arlong's identity, at least his money was truly tempting!
Captain Nezumi stroked his beard and gestured with his eyes.
The two Marines behind him immediately stepped forward and took the two briefcases full of berries.
"Shahaha!"
Seeing Captain Nezumi still so unceremoniously accept the money, a hint of disdain and contempt flashed in the depths of Arlong's eyes.
On the surface, he showed a cruel smile: "As long as we cooperate fully, this sea area will be ours to command!"
"Whether it's berries or power, both will be firmly in our hands!"
Arlong spread his arms and laughed loudly: "Although I hate humans, I really like sensible humans like you, Captain Nezumi!"
Over the years, the reason he had remained safe here, almost untouched by Marine crusades, was primarily due to Captain Nezumi covering for him and making arrangements, which allowed him to live such a comfortable life.
"The feeling is mutual."
Captain Nezumi stroked his beard, also chuckling in agreement.
After establishing a cooperative relationship with Arlong, he had indeed made a lot of money over the years!
"Speaking of humans, I happen to have a human member in my crew... Oh, she's here!" In front of Captain Nezumi, Arlong raised his arm towards the door.