Try Your Best to Stay Alive

"The imbecile among pirates?"

Binz, who had managed to remain calm until now, felt his nerves jolt.

Back in the recruit camp, they had been specifically told to pay attention to certain special pieces of intelligence.

For example, aside from the Four Emperors, there were people they absolutely could not afford to provoke.

Enemies they could abandon their mission against without conditions and immediately turn around to flee from if encountered.

Among those listed as untouchable was someone with the nickname Pirate Imbecile.

A pirate said to have inherited Whitebeard's immense strength from his younger days.

Yet he possessed the intelligence of an imbecile.

Once a pirate with the mind of a child threw a tantrum, he was even worse than Jack's one-track mind and a woman's morning temper.

Looking at the massive, burly figure standing five or six meters tall on the small boat, along with the tiny old woman beside him, a runt with a face like dried tree bark, Zephyr's expression instantly turned ashen.

Zephyr would rather encounter a ruthless foe, or even one of the Four Emperors.

But he absolutely did not want to encounter an enemy he could not even communicate with.

Against a Pirate Imbecile like this, the only thing they could do was settle things at the blade's edge.

More importantly, these two were no ordinary figures.

One was suspected to be Whitebeard's illegitimate son.

The other was suspected to be a mistress Whitebeard had accidentally impregnated in a drunken stupor.

She was said to have been a woman who had served aboard the Rocks Pirates forty years ago.

Someone like that was not comparable to an ordinary pirate.

"Miss Bakkin, why are you attacking us?" Zephyr's face darkened as he shouted urgently. "Not long ago, the World Government proposed that you be