After the people in the bar recovered from the brief blindness caused by the "flash," they saw Cyril standing with one hand resting on a silver greatsword, his body slightly tilted as he leisurely glanced around at everyone present.
At his feet, "Great Shark" Jorg lay motionless on the ground, his body pierced through by the greatsword. He seemed to have become a corpse.
After seeing this scene clearly, everyone in the bar fell into deathly silence.
Being able to kill "Great Shark" Jorg meant that Cyril could kill every one of them as well. And it was not merely that he could—he looked like he truly would.
That was the third sailor mate of Vice Admiral Deep Sea, a great pirate with a bounty of 5,200 pounds.
Yet before this mysterious "Painter," he had not even lasted half a minute before becoming a corpse. It had been an utterly crushing instant kill.
Even "Iron" Mavity, who had headed toward the bar's back door earlier, might not have been capable of such a feat.
Amid the silence, Cyril looked at the bartender cowering behind the counter and asked with a smile:
"Where's your boss?"
"I-I'm here."
A somewhat plump middle-aged man hurriedly jogged over from the crowd.
Cyril looked at him with some surprise. He had not expected that the person boasting the loudest among the drinkers earlier was actually the owner here.
The bar owner stood before him with a respectful yet bitter smile and said deferentially:
"Mr. Painter, do you need me to exchange Great Shark's head for the bounty?"
"That won't be a problem. I have some connections in Bayam. I can get it done within two days, and I guarantee those people won't dare charge you a handling fee."
Cyril nodded expressionlessly. "Fine. Then use the