That gentle, refined voice appeared with startling abruptness.
The group of outlaws from the underworld, led by the bald man, suddenly turned toward the voice.
A tall, burly figure nearly seven meters in height entered their field of vision. He wore a spotted hat with bear ears and held a thick hardcover book in his hand.
Once they saw the speaker's face clearly, their eyes shrank sharply, and the color drained from their faces like a receding tide.
"Y-you're... one of the Shichibukai, the Tyrant Bartholomew. Kuma!!!"
"How could this be..."
"Why would someone of his stature be here!!!"
The group staggered backward in shock. A few of the more timid ones were so frightened that their legs trembled, and their weapons even slipped from their hands and fell to the ground.
"Damn it, he actually made our ship..."
The bald man stared at Kuma in terror. His fingertips, clenched tightly around the hilt of his knife, had turned deathly pale from the force.
He was usually fond of making threats, but in the face of Kuma, he behaved like a submissive little wife who meekly endured everything. He did not even dare utter his usual curses.
Kuma lowered his head and expressionlessly looked at the hundred-plus people panicking before him. Slowly, he raised his bare paw after removing his glove.
Seeing Kuma's movement, the group, their will to fight shattered, screamed and turned to flee.
To make such a huge ship, along with the four hundred people still aboard it, vanish into thin air in an instant—
That terrifying ability had crushed their morale without mercy.
"You bunch of useless trash!!!"
When the bald man saw his subordinates running faster than rabbits, he flew into a rage.
In this situation, turning around and fleeing was the stupidest decision they