Even If You Beg, I Definitely Won't Stop, Bullet!

Today, the port of Frania Island is deserted, and even the docks and ships have all been evacuated. The residents of the town were also dispersed and evacuated yesterday.

The reason is that yesterday morning, CP Agency surveillance ship accidentally observed that Michel Bullet was about to arrive at the island.

To avoid unnecessary sacrifices, Spandine arranged for refugee ships to take away all the islanders who were willing to leave.

Suddenly, a large string of bubbles rose from the empty harbor's surface, followed by a high-tech submarine emerging from beneath the water!

And this ship is none other than the Bullet Ship, a special submarine created by his abilities!

The hatch opened, and a burly figure emerged from the submarine.

The figure was dressed in a black military uniform, with a burly build and a stern face. To be honest, he didn't look like a ruthless pirate at all; instead, he looked like a tough and unyielding soldier.

This person was none other than Bullet.

He looked at the empty, deserted port, his expression showing no surprise, as if he had already realized that things were not peaceful here.

Stepping into the harbor, I casually peeled a piece of paper off the notice board. It had a picture of Ortolan on it, wearing Justice Cloak Ortolan smiling brightly. Below it were the words "I'll be waiting for you on the Sunshine Beach".

"Bane Ortolan..." Bullet murmured softly, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Actually, he did come to find Whitebeard, and he didn't originally intend to cause any trouble on this island. However, seeing Ortolan's bright smile, he was filled with anger!

Was this the guy who took advantage of the situation in the South Blue and defeated Roger?

Bullet squeezed the notice paper tightly in his hand, crumpling it into a ball, and tossed it on the ground.

Although Bullet left Roger's ship, he actually deeply admired Roger. Both Roger's strength and personal charisma earned him great respect.

He was one of the few who knew that Roger was terminally ill and would not live much longer.

It was precisely because he couldn't accept this reality that he chose to leave Roger's ship.

In his view, Ortolan was a scoundrel who took advantage of Roger's misfortune. He must have attacked Roger and captured Roger because Roger was terminally ill and unable to fully exert his strength!

And now, this bastard actually dares to provoke me!

Bullet decided to kill him!

As for Whitebeard, let's talk about that after we deal with that bastard Bane Ortolan!

Sunshine Beach is not far from the port and is a famous and high-quality beach on Frania Island. It used to be a favorite sunbathing and swimming beach for tourists. But now, it is empty and you can see the situation inside at a glance.

Bullet spotted a figure from afar, lying on a sun lounger with a newspaper covering its face and its arms hanging naturally on the soft, fine sand. Even before getting close, the sound of its deep sleep and snoring could be heard.

Next to the sun lounger was a barbecue grill with sea fish grilling on it. However, because no one was watching over it, the fish had already charred and turned black, making it obviously inedible.

Bullet's eyes darkened considerably as he watched this scene. He knew that the guy sleeping soundly with his face covered was Ortolan, so he walked over there.

Even though he didn't try to hide his footsteps, when he got to Ortolan's side, the guy still looked like he hadn't woken up yet, and was still snoring loudly.

Bullet's cheek twitched slightly, but he didn't use that as an excuse to launch a sneak attack on Ortolan. Instead, he reached out and yanked the newspaper off Ortoren's face.

Without the newspaper to shield him, the glaring sunlight shone directly onto Ortolan's face, causing him to frown. He then said with obvious displeasure, "Waking people up so easily is impolite... Bullet."

"Hmph..." Bullet snorted coldly, "Calling people here and then watching you sleep soundly here, is that considered polite behavior, Marines?"

Yawning, Ortolan sat up from the sun lounger, stretched, and said, "The sun is shining brightly today. Stopping to enjoy the warm sunlight after so long is such a pleasant feeling, isn't it?"

Bullet seemed too lazy to waste time with such Ortolan matters and asked with a serious expression, "Was Roger really captured by you?"

Ortolan looked at the charred grilled fish with some regret. "No, theoretically speaking, that guy should have surrendered himself, right? We just found him in the South Blue..."

"That's true." Bullet's expression relaxed slightly, no longer so stiff, but his eyes held a complex look as he said, "If that guy doesn't want to lose, no one can beat him!"

"Personality cults are no good." Ortolan scooped up a handful of sand and extinguished the flames of the oven, then said, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't..."

"Are you saying that even if he doesn't turn himself in, you're confident you can defeat him?" Bullet asked, looking at Ortolan with a questioning gaze.

Ortolan stroked his chin and shook his head. "It's hard to say, but I should be able to handle you."

Bullet laughed upon hearing this, "Only Roger could defeat me, and now that he's dead, there's no one on this ocean who can defeat me!!!"

Then, before Ortolan could speak, Bullet clenched his fist and said fiercely, "But I still want to surpass him. Only by surpassing him can I prove my strength. I will defeat all the strongmen on this sea one by one. I will become the World's Strongest!!!"

As he finished speaking, Bullet looked at Ortolan with a slightly disdainful gaze. "And you, though renowned, are not among my hunting targets. If you beg for mercy now, I might spare your life like I spared that Wolf..."

Ortolan slowly rose from the sunchair and stood in front of Bullet. In terms of both physique and height, his intimidating presence was no less than Bullet's. The two burly men faced off, creating a powerful sense of oppression.

"From the Surveillance Bug footage from our Marines, I saw Vice Admiral Wolf fighting to the death, bravely and generously battling you, not begging for mercy as you claim. As a Marines, I am utterly disgusted by this defamation, so I hope you are as resilient as your physique suggests." Ortolan paused slightly, a defiant smile playing on his lips. "Because even if you beg for mercy, I will not stop, Bullet."

After Ortolan finished speaking, a murderous glint flashed in Bullet's eyes, but he did not respond.

Ortolan fell silent, and the two stood facing each other. The atmosphere gradually became oppressive and somber, as if even the sea breeze dared not be too noisy, making the entire beach extremely quiet.

This silent atmosphere didn't last long. When a wave crashed on the beach, splashing a few drops of water, Bullet's gaze darkened, his aura suddenly erupted, and he threw a punch straight at Ortolan's head.

Ortolan didn't dodge; with a thud, he was struck in the cheek by Bullet's punch, his head tilting slightly to the side, the powerful force causing his brown hair to flutter.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed Bullet's wrist, gradually increasing his strength, and pushed away the fist that was pressed against Barrett's cheek.

Then, Ortolan raised his hand and wiped away some of the blood that had flowed from the corner of his mouth where it had been squeezed. Looking at the crimson on his fingertips, he sneered, "You don't even have the strength to hit someone, yet you call yourself the World's Strongest?"

Under Bullet's astonished gaze, Ortolan locked Bullet's wrist with one hand, and slowly but forcefully clenched his other fist, looking at Bullet with a look of utter disbelief. "You frog in a well, feel the power of this punch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ortolan threw a punch, the force of which exploded and tore through the air. Even though it was a very short, close-range strike, it still produced a piercing, explosive sound.

Then, the punch slammed into Bullet's chest muscles. Visibly, Bullet's firm muscles caved in considerably under the blow, and then rippled outwards like water.

At that moment, the immense power seemed to erupt, causing Bullet's muscular body to hunch slightly, and his usually stern expression to show signs of pain.

Instead of continuing the fight, Ortolan released his grip on Barrett's wrist. Immediately, a burst of violent energy erupted from behind Bullet, tearing a large hole in his black military uniform. His feet left the sand, and he was carried backward by the force of the energy.

But after only ten meters or so, Bullet's feet landed again, shaking up a layer of loose soil and gravel, stopping the force of the impact.

He raised his hand and rubbed his bruised and swollen chest, where there was a clear fist mark.

Then, he looked up at Ortolan, a cruel smile playing on his lips, and said excitedly, "I take back what I said before. You are a strong warrior worthy of my hunt... Bane Ortolan, let's have a fierce battle! It's either you or me!!!"

At that moment, a mad light flashed in Bullet's eyes, a light that Ortolan was all too familiar with; it was the same light when Ortoren went mad.

It was this gaze that finally made Ortolan realize Bullet's current mental state.

You either win the battle or you destroy yourself in the battle!

He is that kind of chaotic madness!

"Heh..." For some reason, Ortolan couldn't help but want to smile... Speaking of which, I've been feeling quite irritable lately... If I'm not mistaken, the full moon is approaching.