"All the wealth in the royal palace?!"
Philius Wohan looked at Shanks standing before him, his tongue tying itself into knots as he stammered the words again. His eyes were filled with shocked disbelief.
He had never expected this young pirate to have such a huge appetite, to actually dare say something like that.
"You—"
Philius Wohan instinctively wanted to berate him, but reason ultimately made him swallow the words that followed.
After swiftly considering the current situation, he paused before speaking.
"Young man, don't be so arrogant. I suggest you take the 30 million Beli worth of valuables and leave as soon as possible."
"I promise that if you leave now, I will not pursue this matter."
"Nor will I inform the Marines about your attack on the royal palace."
Upon hearing that, the smile on Shanks's face remained unchanged. He glanced at the Philius Wohan who was forcing himself to stay calm, raised the long blade in his hand, and placed it against the man's neck.
"Now..."
"I've changed my mind."
"I think Your Majesty's palace is quite nice. From now on, this place will be the territory of our Red-Haired Pirates."
"Could I trouble you to leave my palace?"
The cold blade rested against Philius Wohan's neck. Its sharp edge sliced through his skin, and thin streams of blood trickled down.
Philius Wohan did not dare move before Shanks. His body began trembling violently despite himself.
"I'll leave!"
"I'll leave immediately!"
"Don't kill me!"
The dignity he had forced himself to maintain could no longer withstand the threat of death.
Philius Wohan's knees buckled, and he fell straight to the floor. He kowtowed wildly at Shanks, tears and snot streaming down his face, his expression full of terror.
Seeing this, Shanks could not help frowning before slowly