Although Penguin, Shachi, and the others were not weak, having never gone to sea for training, they were no different from ordinary people in front of Garen.
And in the Great Age of Pirates, ordinary people needed two essential survival skills:
First, cowardice. Second, running.
If one could master both abilities to the extreme, one would be invincible under heaven.
Penguin and Shachi had already admitted defeat, but the look in Garen's eyes remained ill-intentioned.
The fist that had just beaten a gang boss into a dead dog also swung back and forth before them, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
So, running was their only option.
Three men and one bear exchanged glances, then prepared to dash out through the restaurant's front door.
However, they had only just turned around, not even taking a single step.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
A teasing voice rang out beside all of their ears.
That voice was extremely close.
And its owner was Garen, who had been seven or eight meters away only a blink ago.
Then, Garen placed one hand on Penguin's shoulder while grabbing Shachi's wrist with the other.
The movement looked as light as a breeze brushing across one's face, but Penguin and Shachi's bodies instantly stiffened like wood.
Bepo's bear face was filled with shock, while Luo's gaze gradually turned exceptionally grave.
He slowly drew the cursed blade Kikoku from his waist, and its piercing cold gleam seemed to make the temperature in the shop drop several degrees.
The diners in the shop had already been stunned by the earlier conflict between Garen and the gangsters.
Now that they saw Luo draw his katana before Garen, they suddenly realized how dangerous this place was.
As genuine ordinary people, the diners immediately got up and