"Hello, Count Red, I'm Yamamoto Genryusai."
Dimon noticed that there was a round package hanging on the other party's waist, and he guessed it was a Devil Fruit.
This is a golden apple!
Excellent leeks!
Dimon walked slowly to the bar and ordered a margarita from the bartender.
"Huh?"
Count Red glanced at the old man sitting next to him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Have we met?"
"It's our first time meeting you. Do you want me to buy you a drink?"
"No need!"
Count Red narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I was born Observation Haki Awakening and can read other people's inner thoughts, but your Haki is very strong and can only barely perceive some."
After a pause, his tone was low:
"You are full of malice towards me, so I ask you, have we met?"
"It's indeed our first time meeting you. I just want Devil Fruit around your waist."
Dimon looked as usual, took the margarita from the bartender, and took a calm sip.
In fact, he just had the idea of devouring the other party.
But the other party hasn't drunk Elixir of Immortality yet, so don't worry yet.
Now that we have met, there will be a chance sooner or later.
"I robbed this, you can rob it too, if you can."
"Count Red" Patrick·Redfield, he also has another nickname, Red Lonely, which describes this person's aloof character.
I hate being in the company of others, I always walk alone, and I believe in solitude.
At this time, he looks no more than middle-aged, tall and thin, with pale skin and unique red eyebrows.
He did not establish any pirate group, nor did he have a huge force. Just by relying on his own strength, he was able to keep pace with Whitebeard, Roger and others, and was rated by World Economic Journal as one of the "Five Peaks" of the world.
"I'm not interested in taking it from you and taking all the trouble."
Dimon shook his head and said, "However, it is a bit surprising that someone like you is also interested in Elixir of Immortality."
"You can come as a centenarian, why can't I? I'm much younger than you."
The two of them drank and chatted for a while.
The pirates around them shook their heads when they saw this, thinking they were going to see a good show, but in the end they didn't start fighting.
However, there was no fighting inside, and the battle was raging outside.
A battle broke out between Crocodile and the bald pirate, and the two sides fought inextricably.
"Have a moment, newcomer!"
A bald-headed pirate fighter, he wears gloves on his fists, and sharp blades pop out from the knuckles of the gloves.
One punch shattered half of Crocodile's head, leaving horrific wounds.
However, the wound turned into quicksand.
"It turns out to be a Logia ability user. Humph, I've pinched fifty newcomers like you to death before!"
"Remember, I am 'Iron Fist' Tobias, Eris Pirates, a senior cadre, with a bounty of 258 million Beli!"
"A low-class pirate with 81 million like you..."
Crocodile was not interested in listening to his opponent's nonsense. He turned into quicksand and quickly distanced himself.
Now this island is crazy!
Anyone you meet is a pirate with a bounty of hundreds of millions.
In the first half of Grand Line, you would never meet such a person.
It's a formidable enemy!
Crocodile looked solemn, but still sarcastic:
"What Iron Fist, self-proclaimed, right? The only Iron Fist I know is the one 'Demon God' Garp."
Being exposed, Tobias became furious.
His name Iron Fist is indeed self-proclaimed, because he admires Garp and imitates his nickname.
"Your mouth will be shut soon!"
Tobias bullied him forward, his gloves wrapped around Armament Haki, and he hit his opponent's jaw with an uppercut:
"Bone Fist Impact!"
However, at this moment, a sound of ridicule came.
"The move name also imitates Garp, what a crazy fan."
Along with the ridicule, there was also a fist of fire.
"Flame Fist!"
Boom!!
Flame Fist devoured Tobias, directly sending people flying a hundred meters away, and fire destroyed houses one after another.
In the end, Tobias, who was so arrogant just a second ago, was lying in the burning ruins like a dead dog.
The many pirates who were watching, as well as Crocodile, all turned around and looked.
The person who did it was a Fish-Man, the catfish Fish-Man, who was very huge, with hair like burning flames, and a look of disdain on his face.
"He is... a cadre of the original Rocks Pirates!"
"Logia·Burn burn Devil Fruit User!"
"Great Pirate with a bounty of 1.697 billion!!"
"'Blazing Soul'Babel!!!"
Everyone took a breath and screamed in surprise.
Now less than 10 years have passed since the era of Rocks, and many people have not forgotten the fear of being dominated by Rocks Pirates.
"This guy is one of the remnants of Rocks..." Crocodile was secretly shocked.
When Rocks was active, he was still a little kid.
Despite this, he certainly knew the names of the main members.
I didn't expect that a cadre who was inconspicuous in the past could have such great strength.
The enemies that are difficult for him can be defeated in one move!
"Tsk, can Hachinosu Island now make this kind of garbage arrogant?"
Babel curled his lips, not bothering to look at Tobias who was defeated by him, and walked straight to the tavern.
"Get out of the way, do you want to die too?"
Crocodile stared at the other party and silently made way to the tavern.
Seeing this, Babel was not interested in embarrassing Crocodile. He just came to take a look at the former tavern.
The "supreme beauty" Shakky has a charm that transcends all races. He even likes Fish-Man.
Babel stepped into the tavern and stood at the door, frowning when he saw the presence of many pirates.
"This is Shakky's tavern, you guys..."
At this moment, a figure moved.
It was an old man sitting at the bar. He left his seat like Inazuma, and the crutch beside him turned into a blade.
There was a flash of silver light.
Dimon appeared behind Babel, lightly shook the blade, and shook off the blood on the knife.
At the same time, a huge Fish-Man head flew high into the air, landed in the tavern with a bang, and rolled to the bar counter.
"Dead... dead?"
"Rocks's remnants are dead!?"
"What a fast sword... I didn't see it clearly at all!! This is the old... person who defeated Ochoku!?"
The pirates in the tavern looked horrified, and in a flash of lightning, a 1.7 billion Great Pirate was instantly killed.
Still the same, so weak...
Dimon turned his head slightly and looked at the headless corpse from the corner of his eyes.
At this moment, like going back in time, the blood seems to have come to life and returned to the body of its own accord.
The head that rolled down also floated up out of thin air and retrieved the headless corpse.
It only takes a few seconds.
Babel twisted his recovered neck, and his bones made a cracking sound.
His tone was fierce and full of murderous intent:
"What do you mean? You bastard!"
Suddenly, his whole body was ignited with flames, he turned around and punched Dimon in the back.
"Flame Fist!"
Dimon quickly drew out his sword and penetrated the fist of flames with one strike. The tip of the sword touched Babel's fist.
"Flame-Flame Fruit, even dogs won't eat it."