The joyous atmosphere in the burning village had completely vanished, replaced by corpses strewn everywhere.
Blood stained the cobblestone road red. Stepping on it made one's shoes feel sticky.
At that moment, an old woman leaning on a cane was rummaging through the corpses' pockets.
She did not even spare the ten-Berry coins in their pockets.
The woman had a distinctive appearance.
She wore heavy red lipstick and sunglasses, leaned on a cane, stood short, had a face full of wrinkles, and wore a leopard-print coat.
Miss Bakkin had once been a member of the Rocks Pirates.
After the Rocks Pirates disbanded, Miss Bakkin concealed her identity.
"Bunch of poor wretches."
Miss Bakkin packed every valuable item in the village into a bag.
Not far from Miss Bakkin, a man who had just entered the village with a sword was eating ravenously.
The man had the same upward-curving, crescent-shaped white beard as Whitebeard, but it was thinner and longer.
However, the man was taller than Whitebeard. His upper body was covered in muscle, while his legs were extremely thin.
The man was burly, obese, and ugly. Mucus was always running from his nose, and his first impression was that he did not look very intelligent.
The man's hair was also extremely long, reaching all the way to his legs. The sideburns on both sides were braided, and his body bore several shocking scars.
The man's name was Weevil.
Weevil was actually very simple-minded, but he listened to his mother in everything. Everything he had done was at his mother's command.
Moreover, his intelligence was indeed very low.
"Stop eating."
At that moment, Miss Bakkin shouted at Weevil.
"Okay, Mom." Weevil stuffed the food and wine on the table into his mouth, swallowing everything in great gulps.
"Let's go somewhere else."