After comforting Nami, Senga kicked Arlong a few times at his feet and found that he still had one last breath left.
After thinking for a moment, Senga beckoned to the remaining fish-man lackeys, signaling for them to come over.
The fish-men pointed at themselves with blank looks, unsure who Senga was calling. Senga shot them an impatient glare, and they immediately scrambled over in a panic.
Smack! Senga tossed a gun onto the ground and said,
"Whoever picks up this gun and shoots your captain once gets to live."
The fish-men all looked at Senga in horror. For a moment, none of them dared move.
Senga did not waste words with them and simply continued,
"I'll count to three. One."
"Two..."
Bang! Before he even finished the second number, a slightly shorter fish-man had already snatched up the gun from the ground and fired at Arlong without hesitation.
Arlong, sprawled on the ground, convulsed violently but still did not die. Fish-men really were tough as hell.
The fish-man who had fired immediately looked at Senga hopefully. Senga nodded, indicating that he could leave.
The fish-man looked as though he had been granted a pardon. He bowed deeply to Senga three times, then turned and ran. He swore to himself that he would never set foot anywhere humans lived for the rest of his life.
Seeing this, the other fish-men went mad scrambling for the gun on the ground. As they fought over it, they actually began fighting each other. Before long, fish-man corpses lay scattered all over the ground.
Senga watched the scene with interest, then kicked Arlong again and said,
"Well? Still breathing? Look at how noble your Fish-Man Race is. When they fight their own, they really go for the kill!"
Arlong said nothing. At that moment,