"Boss Arlong!"
The fish-men had not run far before someone suddenly thought of an important question. "Where are we supposed to run now?"
"To Cocoyasi Village!"
Arlong gritted his teeth as he quickened his pace.
"If we can grab a couple of villagers as hostages, we might still have a chance to escape."
The fish-men's eyes lit up, and they hurriedly followed Boss Arlong as they fled toward Cocoyasi Village.
"Boss Arlong!"
Another fish-man could not help calling out their leader's name.
This time, it was not because they did not know where to run, but because—
Boss Arlong was moving like the wind, his steps swift as flight. His rapid figure was nearly trailing a blurred afterimage in their vision.
At this critical moment, Arlong's strength as the fish-man leader was fully displayed, opening an obvious gap between himself and the fish-man lackeys with their inferior physical abilities.
"Wait for us!"
One fish-man underling instinctively shouted what was on his mind.
Yet Arlong acted as though he could not hear him, and his speed only increased.
Of course Arlong could not hear him. Even if he could, he would pretend not to.
At a life-or-death moment like this, how could he possibly care about bringing his underlings along?!
The memory of being brutally beaten beneath Kizaru's foot in his youth was far too vivid. Arlong did not dare hesitate for even a moment before someone with Logia powers and "admiral-level strength."
Before long, Arlong relied on his powerful physique to vanish without a trace before the fish-man underlings.
But the fish-man lackeys had no time to marvel at their leader's agile figure, because the Marines who had landed behind them were already pursuing them with murderous intent.
In this tense yet lively race, two unlucky slowpokes had already tasted