"Oh, so this place has been targeted too?" Standing on the second floor of a wooden hut, Crocodile smiled. The cigar he had lit not long ago had nearly burned out.
In his gaze, dozens of Marine warships appeared along the distant coastline. To him, the word "Justice" fluttering on their flags was unbearably glaring.
Though he had only recently entered the Grand Line, Crocodile was undoubtedly an ambitious pirate.
Especially now, with Roger having just become the Pirate King, he was filled with lofty aspirations and wanted to accomplish something great.
Becoming the Pirate King might not be possible, but heading to the New World and becoming a major pirate power was the goal he pursued at the moment.
"Looks like the Marines have deployed quite a force. Perfect—I can use the chaos to recruit a batch of crew members and set sail." Taking a deep drag, Crocodile tossed away the last bit of his cigar and revealed a cruel smile.
Drawing the curved blade at his waist, he did not head toward the coast. Instead, he went in another direction. That was the most chaotic place, and also where the most pirates gathered.
Aside from Crocodile, countless other pirates were on the island. The moment the Marine bombardment began, they reacted swiftly.
For this disorderly bunch, things like discipline and order simply did not exist. Chaos was inevitable.
The stronger pirates reacted even faster, immediately rising to rush back to their ships.
Only aboard their own ships could they avoid becoming trapped beasts on this island. To pirates, a ship was even more important than their own wives.
Ernier drew his long blade and slashed out furiously. The ten pirates blocking his way immediately fell, and the chaotic tavern instantly went silent as everyone stared at him in