Mr. 11 noticed Duke's gaze and pulled his cloak around to cover Huazhou. He shot Duke a vicious glare, then turned and quickly ran off. Only after taking two turns and shaking Duke did he sit down in an alley, sighing in relief as he hugged his beloved blade and silently counted himself lucky.
Mr. 11 had thought Duke was a clueless rookie and planned to have some fun with him. He had not expected to encounter an expert who hid his strength. The power Duke had casually revealed reminded Mr. 11 of several senior agents from Baroque Works—people who could kill him in seconds.
"Is that guy a pirate? I should look into him when I return to headquarters. He might be a newly wanted pirate." Mr. 11 clutched his pounding heart. On the Grand Line, the strong only had two identities: Marines or pirates. Of course, there were also bounty hunters, but bounty hunters who chased money had always been without principles. They swayed between the two sides, standing with whoever paid more and becoming pirates whenever they pleased. Mr. 11 himself was a bounty hunter, and his years of professional experience told him that Duke's eager gaze was filled with greed for Huazhou.
There was no mistake. Those were the eyes of a pirate!
As he was thinking, a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows of the alley and slapped Mr. 11 on the shoulder, startling him so badly that he scrambled to his feet.
"Um... I'm really sorry about bumping into you earlier. Let me introduce myself. My name is Duke, and I have a deal I'd like to discuss with you. If you have time, I'd also like to treat you to a meal. We can sit down and talk it over. Would you