A Different Kind of Man (Seeking Votes, Collections, and Follow-ups!)

Abel was somewhat unwilling to accept it—he felt this skill shouldn't be limited to just this.

But the current situation really wasn't suitable for testing.

Still, the chaotic brawl at the port was finally nearing its conclusion.

Thud!

Black Bear Miles's massive body was slammed heavily to the ground once again.

And this time, he could no longer hold on. His vision went dark, and he passed out on the spot, his body reverting from a black bear back to human form, completely unable to continue fighting.

Silver Light Sword Lawrence looked even worse.

Several minutes earlier, he had been sent spitting blood and collapsing to the ground by Mr. Pique's Cat-Ear Fist, his face battered and broken.

They probably never imagined, before the fight began, that they would lose so miserably.

Not only were they both taken down by a single opponent, but they couldn't even find an excuse for their defeat.

Because that guy named "Pique" had beaten them fair and square—there was no room for refusal.

With the two captains defeated, the remaining pirates naturally posed no threat and scattered in fear.

At that moment, the kingdom's soldiers, who had been watching the spectacle, finally stepped in to clean up the mess.

Almost all the troublemaking pirates were either captured or killed—not a single one escaped.

If they could, they would have even arrested the Donquixote Family members too.

But considering the retaliation from the Donquixote Family afterward, they simply couldn't bear the consequences, so they reluctantly gave up.

"Pfft."

Amid the cheers and flattery of the remaining crew, Mr. Pique lit another cigarette, his gaze distant and melancholic as he stared at the sky, lost in thought.

This series of actions should have been cool, charming.

But at this moment, his appearance had nothing to do with the word "cool."

The left side of his face was swollen high, as if he had a steamed bun stuffed in his cheek.

His sunglasses were shattered, leaving only the frame.

Worst of all was his suit, which had been reduced to rags, hanging off him in strips, exposing far too much skin.

There was no helping it—that was just his nature.

Even if he could have used his Devil Fruit ability to ambush his enemies and win easily, he would rather stand before them and fight honorably.

You could only say this guy had eaten the wrong fruit.

"Hey, you're the executive the Donquixote Family sent this time?"

An official, protected by soldiers, raised his chin and stood before Mr. Pique.

"Senor Pink."

"Huh? What?"

"You can call me by my name, or you can call me Mr. Pique. A man without manners is far from romantic."

Is this guy an idiot?!

The official's face darkened instantly. If these bastards hadn't caused trouble here, why would he be standing in front of a filthy pirate?

"So. Mr. Pique, my king needs an explanation and an account of what happened here."

"Don't forget, we've already purchased a large number of 'goods' from your Donquixote Family as agreed. No matter the reason, today's incident shouldn't have happened, don't you think?"

Senor Pink said nothing, continuing to smoke in silence, his expression melancholy.

A few minutes later, the official, grimacing in disgust, pinched his nose and left.

Before leaving, he had the unconscious Silver Light Sword Lawrence tied up and taken away.

This guy was the explanation and account Senor Pink gave to them.

A bounty of 35 million was enough to cover the losses from rebuilding the port, and no one could find fault with it.

As for the remaining Black Bear Miles and the two pirate ships, Senor Pink planned to take them back as an account for Captain Dof.

It was only because Senor Pink was who he was. If anyone else from the Donquixote Family had been present, forget about giving explanations or accounts—if they didn't kill everyone, it would be a miracle. Those soldiers and that reckless official wouldn't have survived at all.

And they dared to demand an account?!

Believe it or not, I'll wipe out your entire kingdom!

Then, a crew member hesitantly approached Senor Pink.

"Mr. Pique, during the earlier fight, we used the goods that were supposed to be traded next..."

"I already know. Don't worry, the fault isn't yours. When we get back, just put all the blame on me."

"Mr. Pique."

Hearing this, the crew members all showed expressions of deep gratitude and guilt.

As expected, no matter the time, Mr. Pique was the one they trusted and respected most.

This was something you simply couldn't experience under any other officer.

Night, outskirts.

Abel, who had just come back from a zero-yuan shopping spree, was now feasting with Luo, casually recounting the fierce battle that had taken place at the port that day.

Luo listened with great seriousness, his movements unconsciously slowing down.

"Is the Donquixote Family really that formidable? Just one officer came and defeated the alliance of two Pirate Groups!"

"You've never heard of the Donquixote Family?"

Abel was somewhat surprised and taken aback.

Luo shook his head. "No one in my family is interested in that sort of thing, but I know about Germa 66."

"Huh?"

"I once saw it in a comic book—the story of the hero 'Sky' leading a dream-combining robot to defeat the evil army Germa 66!"

"..."

Abel was speechless at that moment.

This was probably another scheme cooked up by the World Government and the Navy, trying to shape the Navy's image as powerful and just, brainwashing the children.

Even Luo, when he mentioned the name 'Germa 66,' subconsciously furrowed his brow and showed a look of disgust—this showed just how effective that tactic was!

"Abel."

"Hm?"

"I want to join that Donquixote Family you mentioned."

Abel was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you serious?"

"I've already thought it over. On our own, we can't even manage to have a full meal every day. We can't accomplish anything at all."

"You and I only have a few years left to live. I don't want to waste them any longer!"

"Since we can't do it with just the two of us, then let's sink down, actively blend in with those bad people, and use their power to destroy and kill to our hearts' content!"

At this moment, the madness in Luo's eyes was enough to shake even Abel.

But after calming down, he could also understand Luo's current state of mind.

If he hadn't obtained a golden finger, a means to extend his life, perhaps he too would be as hysterical and reckless as Luo right now.

But setting all that aside.

Abel was destined to be different from Luo.

So now he began to seriously consider the idea Luo had just proposed—joining the Donquixote Family.

What benefits and help would it bring him?

If there was nothing at all, then perhaps this was where he and Luo would part ways.

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