"Let Me Wipe Out These Pieces of Trash for You!"

"Heh... heh..."

Sanji clenched his teeth so tightly that they ground together with an ear-piercing scrape.

His usually upright body now trembled violently and uncontrollably with extreme rage.

"Crackle... snap!"

Because his emotions had spiraled out of control, threads of violent golden Demon God's Fire, radiating terrifying heat, ignited from nowhere around his polished black leather shoe.

The red-carpeted ground beneath his feet, paved with hard candy, instantly melted and blackened under the terrifying heat spilling out unconsciously, releasing a pungent smell of burnt caramel.

"Hey."

Just as Sanji's reason was about to be completely devoured by fury, a broad, rough hand, callused from years of wielding a sword, landed steadily on his shoulder.

Sanji froze slightly and turned his head.

What entered his sight was Zoro's calm yet blade-sharp profile.

Zoro did not look at Sanji. Instead, he looked past the crowd and coldly fixed his gaze on the distant Vinsmoke Family.

"You know them?"

Zoro's voice was quiet, but it carried an unquestionable edge.

Sanji's Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips moved slightly, but he found himself utterly unable to describe that bone-deep hatred and complicated pain in words.

In the end, he merely lowered his eyes and chose silence.

The cigarette burning at the corner of his mouth trembled violently.

Seeing Sanji's silence, so abnormal it bordered on the extreme, Zoro understood everything.

He did not need to know who they were, nor did he need to know what grievances or grudges lay between them.

He only knew that these arrogant bastards in capes had made the cook on their ship—the one who was always loud, brash, and full of himself—show such an unpleasant expression.

"Heh..."

Zoro slowly withdrew the hand from Sanji's shoulder. The corners of his mouth gradually spread into a wild, arrogant grin, sharp