Among the Navy ranks, Navy Vice Admiral was the tier with the most obvious gap in strength.
The strong ones could fight Great Pirates with bounties over a hundred million, while the weak ones were only comparable to pirates worth thirty or forty million who could dominate only the first half of the Grand Line.
The reason Magnus had confidently left all ten Navy Vice Admirals behind was precisely because the strongest among them only had an aura comparable to that of a Great Pirate with a bounty exceeding a hundred million.
"White Wolf Magnus, you have to hold on!"
Black Heart Merchant Dukemon was drenched in sweat. After Magnus left, he was now the pirate with the highest bounty in the entire port town.
It was easy to imagine that he would become the Navy's primary target next.
But that was not the problem.
The problem was that Magnus was fighting two Fleet Admirals alone!
The other pirates had never encountered a Fleet Admiral, so they did not understand the oppressive presence of one. But Dukemon did.
Three years ago, if he had not luckily run into a storm, he would already be spending his retirement years in a cell in Impel Down.
One move!
With just one move, that Fleet Admiral had beaten him into a dead dog. From that day on, Dukemon lost all desire to strive upward and instead devoted himself wholeheartedly to making money.
Of course.
With the examples of Undead Jason and Gargantua Moz, Dukemon knew very well that just as a Fleet Admiral could easily deal with him, Magnus could just as easily dispose of him.
That was why he had surrendered so cleanly back then.
But if he had known Magnus had robbed the Celestial Gold and provoked two Fleet Admirals at