"This is my prey!"
Coridas Tolo's insolence infuriated Hancock.
Especially the way he leered at Baccarat and toyed with her. It brought back memories she wanted no part of.
Disgusting.
"Boa Hancock, this has nothing to do with you. You'd better not act rashly."
"Otherwise, I won't mind turning you into a pet, too."
Coridas Tolo finally answered Hancock, his eyes narrowed, full of lust and menace.
The so-called Shichibukai meant nothing to him.
They were nothing but the Navy's lackeys.
"You rude bastard."
"Love-Love Mellow."
Hancock wasn't an ordinary woman, either. Without another word, she launched an attack.
She formed a heart with her hands and fired a beam of light from it. Anyone it hit would be captivated by her beauty and eventually turned to stone.
It didn't work on people who felt no desire for her.
Nor did it work on people whose attention was focused elsewhere.
But Hancock's charm wasn't so easy to ignore.
At the very least, Coridas Tolo didn't dare take the attack head-on.
"Let my pet keep you company."
Coridas Tolo leaped aside to dodge, then waved at Hancock. Baccarat, who had been unable to move, suddenly charged at Hancock against her will.
No matter how much Baccarat resisted, her body began attacking Hancock, completely out of her control.
Humiliation.
Rage.
Ever since joining the Richest Group and becoming its Luck Representative, when had Baccarat ever suffered such humiliation?
Even when the Richest Group first clashed with the Flying Pirates, she hadn't been this furious.
Slave King Coridas Tolo—if she didn't tear that scumbag limb from limb, she'd change her name to Baccarat spelled backward.
In the end, she'd let her guard down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The scene spiraled out of control again. Baccarat and Hancock fought fiercely, neither holding back, and explosions