Garen's voice was calm, as though he were truly having a level-headed debate with his opponent.
Yet there was naturally an invisible, oppressive force behind it.
It was not Conqueror's Haki, but an unwavering killing intent that was almost tangible.
That killing intent was mysterious and indescribable, seemingly without any practical effect. The only proof of its power was—
Anyone Garen had looked at with those eyes had, without exception, gone to meet God.
Hody Jones felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. In a daze, he felt as if he had touched the reverse scale of a legendary dragon.
Despite having tens of thousands of subordinates behind him, Hody Jones still felt like a stranded man lost in the dark depths of the sea, facing a great white shark with its bloody maw wide open all by himself.
Even though he himself was a great white shark fish-man.
At that instant, Hody Jones could not help but feel the urge to retreat, just like the lackeys behind him who were normally arrogant when bullying the weak but revealed their true colors the moment they encountered someone strong.
"Damn it!"
Hody Jones could not help but curse under his breath.
Who knew whether he was cursing Garen for ruining his plans, cursing his useless lackeys, or cursing himself for feeling the same fear.
Amid those complicated emotions, Hody Jones endured the thin sheen of sweat quietly forming on his forehead and slipped his slightly trembling hand into his pocket.
For some reason, as though he had found something to rely on, the trembling in Hody Jones's body vanished.
Then he pulled several dozen small pills from his pocket and tossed them into his mouth without hesitation, chewing them like candy.
"What's that?"
Garen noticed Hody Jones's little