Was this man really a Marine Headquarters Colonel...?
Maud's self-proclaimed identity left Nami only half-convinced.
She glanced at the dagger fragments on the table, and a shadow seemed to flicker across her eyes.
He had flicked the dagger apart with a finger.
That kind of trick was nothing to those monsters.
Whether or not the man before her was a Marine Headquarters Colonel, she didn't believe he could kill all the fish-men.
At face value, Nami's judgment wasn't wrong.
Arlong and the other fish-men were immensely powerful. Flicking a dagger apart with a finger was naturally nothing to them.
However, the fish-men couldn't break the dagger down inch by inch the way Maud had.
The difference lay in control.
Maud could sense Nami's distrust toward him.
He could understand that.
After all, it was hardly possible for a human who had lived under the fish-men's tyranny for so long to believe something like this.
Looking at the sisters who had suddenly fallen silent before him, Maud extended his right hand and gathered the dagger fragments covering the table into his palm before standing up.
As Maud rose, Nami instinctively backed away and stepped down from the table.
Maud paid no attention to Nami's reaction. Instead, he raised his right hand, which held dozens of dagger fragments.
After drawing Nami and Nojiko's gazes over, Maud controlled his Armament Haki and covered his palm with it.
Then he clenched his hand hard.
Amid a harsh screech, the dagger fragments in his palm instantly turned to powder.
Maud then opened his right hand and let the iron powder fall onto the tabletop in front of him.
Seeing Maud crush the sharp dagger fragments into powder with his bare hand, Nami and Nojiko's eyes narrowed.
He wasn't hurt...
Nami and Nojiko could hardly believe