The powerful kick let out a sharp whistle through the air.
Caught completely off guard, Marco raised his head in surprise the instant he heard it. The next moment, the young man's foot slammed viciously into Marco's head.
"Bang!!!"
A dull thud rang out as tremendous force crashed into Marco's head. Holding a large bag of milk tablets in his hands, Marco staggered forward, then planted one foot heavily on the ground and quickly steadied himself.
Tap!
Then, with a soft sound in front of Marco, a young man in a snow-white suit landed lightly before him.
"Hey, hey, hey."
"That hurt!"
Marco, having taken the heavy blow, slowly raised his head. He scratched his pineapple-like hair with one hand and looked at his attacker, his voice full of complaint.
Despite being hit by such a fierce attack, there was no sign of injury on Marco's head. Forget being injured—he did not seem affected in the slightest.
The one who had attacked Marco was New Marines Major Terry Black, who had rushed over after receiving word. He had originally intended only to keep an eye on the Whitebeard Pirates and had not planned to act rashly.
But when he saw Whitebeard's men "laying hands" on ordinary civilians, he could no longer endure it.
Major Terry Black had hoped to catch Marco off guard and subdue him in one blow. He had not expected that while the attack had landed cleanly, it had failed to take his opponent out of the fight.
"!!!"
Seeing Marco cry out in pain, Major Terry Black's expression darkened.
"As expected of a division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates."
"But no matter what, I can't stand by and watch these people plunder civilians as they please!"
Major Terry Black hardened his resolve. He had no intention