"Do the Seven Warlords of the Sea get paid?" Qin Yu suddenly blurted out.
The enormous deck fell into an inexplicable silence.
Some people nearly spat out blood.
In their eyes, anyone capable of becoming one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea was a vicious pirate.
For ordinary pirates, whenever they lacked Beli, they simply went out and robbed people.
If they saw it, they robbed it!
Yet this man before them, whom even division commanders feared, and whom all three major powers had tried to recruit, ignored everything else and only mourned whether the Seven Warlords of the Sea came with a salary.
His train of thought was simply too unconventional, catching everyone completely off guard.
However, Qin Yu could not be blamed for that.
Aside from possessing the identity of the strongest man who had broken his limiter, Saitama's character template was that of an ordinary law-abiding citizen.
What he cared about most was having enough to eat and enough money to buy discounted goods at the supermarket, enough to last until the end of the month.
Then he could collect his meager pay for being a hero.
It could be said that in the Original Work, Qin Yu had never seen Saitama rob anyone for money.
Even if he stole a child's single Beli, he would feel guilty about it.
Who knew? If Saitama's salary was sufficient, he might even wreck the realism!
"Haha, you really are an interesting kid." Garp was the first to burst out laughing.
"If you're willing to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, I can privately ask that fellow Sengoku to give you some money as a salary."
"Still, you really don't seem like a pirate. I'll relay your answer to Sengoku."
At that, Garp shot Ace a