Faced with Chaos's certainty, Tom still pretended not to know and planned to keep up the act.
But his heart sank.
He was the only one who knew the Pluton blueprints were on him.
He couldn't have let the secret slip himself, could he?!
Judging by Gild Tesoro's expression, he was absolutely certain the Pluton blueprints were on him. What the hell?!
Had he blurted it out in his sleep?
That couldn't be possible either!
"Mr. Gild Tesoro, you must be joking. I have no idea what the Three Ancient Weapons are!"
Tom laughed heartily, but when he met Chaos's playful gaze, his laughter gradually died away.
Snap!
The halo behind Chaos split off into a magnificent longsword, which shot out of the room. Before Tom could react, a pained groan rang out, and Iceburg crashed through the wooden wall, pinned to the wall inside. His small face had gone pale from the pain, and blood trickled from his left shoulder.
But he was tough. Aside from that first cry, he was holding it in.
"You—"
Tom flew into a rage, grabbed the nearby table, and swung it at Chaos.
As a bull-horned Fish-Man, Tom was much more than just a shipwright.
You could tell how strong he was just from the fact that he could lift a ship with one hand!
Anyone who could leave Fish-Man Island and live safely in Water Seven had to be more than capable.
Besides, he was a shipwright. The pirates on these seas didn't play fair. If you built or repaired their ships without being able to fight, you'd never get your money back.
Taken together, Tom was no ordinary man.
The fierce wind lifted Chaos's upright hair. The table came within a centimeter of his head, yet he didn't even blink.
Crash!