Tonight, Let's Hunt to Our Heart's Content!

Navy G-51 Branch, Port.

The royal merchant ship 'Ekyorn' of the Kingdom of Nysmal was still docked quietly.

The grand banquet within the branch had already begun, with the Navy and the merchant ship's managers enjoying delicacies and fine wine.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the merchant ship.

"I'm so envious. I heard Manager Mantar prepared a 100,000 Belly red envelope for every Navy soldier this time."

A guard from the Kingdom of Nysmal sighed, "Especially Colonel Astah. I heard the treasure the kingdom privately gave him is worth that much."

He held up his hand and made a gesture for a number, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"You don't understand,"

The older guard beside him chuckled upon hearing this, "Colonel Astah is no simple man. Previously, when Manager Mantar was escorting a ship of slaves, there was an accident at Master Port, and several slaves escaped and sought help from the Navy branch."

"Among the slaves was a woman, a special cargo of the 'Blooming Race'—that's high-class stuff!"

As he said this, the guard next to him looked astonished.

Blooming Race—a special race on the sea.

On the surface, they looked like ordinary humans, but their bodies emitted floral scents, plants would grow when they approached, and their sweat was one of the best honeys in the world.

Female Blooming Race members were as valuable as Female Mermaids, with starting bids of 50 million Belly at the Sabaody Archipelago.

It was imaginable that if such cargo escaped, Manager Mantar would surely not have an easy time.

But—

"It was Colonel Astah who brought those slaves back to the manager, and he even destroyed the related rescue documents."

The old guard chuckled, "Now you understand, right? The Navy is our important 'umbrella,' so the manager naturally has to give them plenty of benefits!"

Hearing this, the young guard became even more envious.

However, the old guard quickly changed the subject, "You don't need to be too envious. We've had quite a harvest this time, and Manager Mantar will give us some rewards."

When he mentioned this, the young guard was no longer sleepy.

"Isn't that right? Who would have thought that in a fishing village on a small island, there would be such a beauty, who was eventually favored and bought by a Celestial Dragon."

As he said this, he swallowed.

The old guard nodded, "Yes, that World Noble exchanged a Devil Fruit and 200 million Belly. Including the other slaves this time, we've earned a total of 500 million Belly. Hmm!?"

He stopped mid-sentence, his expression changing drastically.

At this moment, the two guards found their legs, necks, bodies, and hands firmly clasped.

Before they could even struggle.

Two short knives pierced their bodies from their backs.

"Six, no, seven intruders?"

The old guard quickly assessed the number of intruders in his mind, then collapsed heavily.

Following this, the seven intruders quickly dragged the fallen guards to a corner and stripped them of their clothes.

After doing so, all seven intruders began to pant heavily.

And if one looked closely, a surprising fact would be revealed.

That is, the seven intruders who had infiltrated the ship at this moment all looked exactly alike, and were indeed the young pirate named 'Alan'.

No need for further explanation.

This was naturally Alan himself, and his remaining six slice clones.

"Keli..."

At this moment, Alan's low voice seemed to grind his teeth.

From their conversation just now, he had naturally understood Keli's fate.

"No, I can't rush. Grandfather and the others are still in the cabin. I have to save them first..."

But he quickly suppressed his anger, and then two clones changed into the guards' clothes.

"In fifteen minutes, it will be time for the guards' shift change, and the cabin will be opened. I can take the opportunity to sneak in and rescue Grandfather and the others."

He constantly thought about all the details of his plan.

That's right.

From the moment he called himself a pirate and wrote that threatening letter, forcing this merchant ship to stop at Master Port, he had been observing everyone on the ship from afar, waiting for his plan to begin.

"At that time, there will only be 4 guards left in the cabin for a short period. I will first take down two by surprise, and the remaining two, I will fill with my life!"

At this thought, Alan couldn't help but recall the strange Navy Captain he had encountered earlier, whom he had abandoned as a 'pawn'.

For some reason, the other party seemed to know his plan, and every word he spoke, even in passing, struck at his vital points.

"However, according to the information synchronized by the clone, he doesn't seem to have returned to the port. Was he just bluffing me?"

At this thought, Alan suddenly shook his head.

There was no more time for him to think.

He knew his own strength well.

Although the fruit he ate in his youth had granted him special abilities.

He was, after all, just an ordinary young man from a fishing village—the only reason he hadn't been captured as a slave like others was pure luck; he just happened to not be in the village at the time.

Even if he and all his Slice Clones attacked together, they might not be able to face three Kingdom Guards head-on.

Therefore, he only had one chance.

"Must concentrate! Concentrate!"

Just as he thought this.

"Beep!"

A sharp whistle broke the silence of the merchant ship, coming from behind him.

Alan looked back in disbelief.

He saw that the two guards he had stabbed were now struggling to sit up.

"Kid. First time killing someone, huh?"

The old guard was still bleeding, but he was grinning ferociously.

"You're nervous—with such a short knife, you could only stab our heads, hearts, or vital organs. But you didn't hit any of them! Idiot!"

As he spoke, dozens of guards from the ship's cabin rushed out upon hearing the whistle.

"It's an intruder!"

"Why would anyone invade now? We don't have any treasure on this ship."

"Doesn't matter, catch them first!"

"Wait, these intruders... Seven Twins?"

Upon seeing Alan and the two injured guards, they immediately understood the situation.

At this moment, Alan's face turned ashen.

As stated before—he only had one chance.

But clearly, that chance was gone.

The next moment, he heard the old guard say, "Don't kill him, he's not one of the Seven Twins—this guy should be an Ability User. He's valuable cargo! We need to capture him alive!"

Hearing this, Alan's pale face suddenly flushed red.

He fiercely gripped the short blade in his hand.

"You bunch of scum. I..."

He would not become a slave—not even if he died!

Thus, he and his six clones, holding short blades, suddenly lunged at the guards.

But it was obvious that it was meaningless.

In just two short minutes, Alan and a few of his clones were already lying on the deck, covered in blood.

"Which one is the main body?"

"Who cares, just grab them all."

"We're going to be rich, Ability User Slaves are very popular!"

As they spoke, several guards walked forward with grinning faces, reaching out to grab Alan directly.

"Damn it. Damn it."

Alan, lying on the ground, wanted to resist, but was immediately pinned down and unable to move.

But at this very moment.

"Boom!"

He suddenly heard a whistling sound.

Then, he clearly felt the force pinning him disappear instantly, replaced by some warm liquid falling onto his body.

This allowed him to struggle and look forward.

He saw that the guards who had been Fierce and Evil moments ago had disappeared.

In their place was a huge hole in the deck.

Through the hole, he could see the blood and corpses of the guards below—which was also the source of the warm liquid on him.

"Who!?"

"What's with this hole?"

"What's going on?"

"Quick, look! In the sky!"

Afterward, he heard the guards' vigilant voices.

So, he subconsciously raised his head.

Then, he was horrified to see a scene he would never forget in his life.

Above the dark sky, the Full Moon hung high.

Moonlight sprinkled on the waves, creating silver-white.

And at the same time, a figure was standing in the center of the moon in the sky.

He wore a Rooster Mask on his face and was slowly retracting his fist.

"Who is that guy? An accomplice of the invaders?"

"He can fly? Is he also an Ability User?"

"Quick! Shoot him down with guns!"

The Guards held their weapons, discussing amongst themselves.

But at this moment, some people had already noticed something was wrong.

For example, the old guard who had been injured by Alan noticed--the figure was indeed standing in the air, but upon closer inspection, one could see his feet moving slightly.

"That's."

As an experienced veteran, the old guard had heard of this technique, coupled with that punch that had just shattered the deck.

"No! No!"

The old guard immediately tried to give orders.

"Retreat quickly, quickly notify Manager Mantar and Colonel Aster, this guy is a monster!"

But it was clearly too late.

"Whoosh!"

With a speed almost invisible to the naked eye and a violent sound of wind breaking, the old guards saw the figure in the sky vanish instantly.

"So good."

The next moment, a muffled voice reached his ears.

"To encounter scum like you on my first mission, I can have a good hunt!"

As the deep voice came, the old guard felt his vision fly high.

Afterward, he saw his own body.

Then he realized that it wasn't him flying, but just his head.

And within that fleeting residual consciousness.

The old guard saw the figure wearing the Rooster Mask charge into the crowd like a phantom, without any hesitation.

Then, screams and shouts echoed in the dark night.

High above the pitch-black night sky, the Full Moon hung high.

The moonlight spilled onto the deck, as if also stained with blood.