The pirates were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Sairona, are you joking? Kill them all? We'd have a hard time killing that many even if we went soft!" a potbellied captain pushed through the crowd and laughed. "Bang—"
The gunshot drowned out the captains' voices. The potbellied captain toppled backward with a thud, dead with his eyes wide open. "Then you can go die." Sairona's face was expressionless, his tone even colder. Lance sighed beside him. They must have been enjoying the easy life for too long. Had they forgotten where the name Red Devil came from?
Sairona blew the smoke from his gun barrel and surveyed the crowd, taking in the expressions of the pirate captains. The corners of his mouth lifted. "The Wildcat Pirates—I remember they're a new addition, aren't they? Lance!" Sairona's expression suddenly darkened. "So this is what the new recruits are like now? Damn, who does he think he is? He dares question my orders? Huh?"
Lance stood up and waved. Two men came over and dragged away the Wildcat Pirates captain's corpse. "I'm sorry, Sairona. I'll make sure to straighten them out when we get back." Lance surveyed the captains, lingering a little longer on a few who were always getting carried away.
Rono stood up. At nearly four meters tall, he put the others under immense pressure. He tossed aside the wine jug in his hand, and his blood-red eyes made them break out in a cold sweat. "Anyone who wants to leave the Red Devil Pirates can raise a hand now! I'll agree. Well—as long as you pay a tiny little price." Rono pinched his thumb and forefinger together to show that he really did mean a tiny price.
A shifty-eyed pirate's gaze flickered. It was Kenny Belo, captain