The servers were quick. They brought out all kinds of fine wine and delicious dishes, practically treating Chaos like a second father.
After all, Chaos was incredibly generous.
He gave every server a ten-gold-coin tip. The coins were made of highly concentrated Pure Gold, without a single impurity.
Just as Chaos and Crocodile were enjoying their meal, a pirate ship covered in patches docked at the harbor.
Its fluttering skull flag bore the head of some unknown breed of bull.
"Boss, we've struck it rich!"
A band of pirates disembarked. At their head was a six-meter-tall man with a patched-up spiked club at his waist, a simple-looking face, and a nose ring. He looked like the kind of simpleton who was all brawn and no brains.
Buffalo Aquit, with a bounty of 220 million.
He was the captain of the Buffalo Pirate Group, and a well-known figure on the surrounding islands.
But he wasn't famous for being a ruthless criminal. His name was practically synonymous with being honest—or even stupid.
That was because he never killed, plundered, or robbed civilians or merchant ships. He only went after pirates who did those things. He was a pirate with principles.
The civilians on the surrounding islands weren't afraid of him.
As a result, the Buffalo Pirate Group was often so poor they couldn't afford a thing. Just looking at the clothes worn by the pirates was enough to tell: they were worn-out rags, covered in patches.
Their ship was patched up too, like it had been plastered with all kinds of giant bandages.
Buffalo Aquit's bounty was so high because he had beaten several Marines to death for bullying civilians, including a number of Rear Admirals.
Even an ordinary Vice Admiral sent to capture him had nearly been beaten to death. He