Are You Looking Down on Me, the Mountain Bandit King?!

His eyes shifted, and Hanazuki gave a slight nod, readily agreeing.

"Fine. On your last night before leaving, I'll come find you. Let's pick the beach nearby. We shouldn't disturb this peaceful village."

"Exactly what I had in mind!"

Shanks grinned and agreed with a smile. As he set down his wineglass, a glittering gold coin casually landed on the table, spinning endlessly.

The next second, both figures vanished from where they stood. Shanks's smile gradually faded as he looked around.

"My Observation Haki can't sense him anymore. Hahaha, looks like I've provoked an extraordinary opponent!"

"That idiot!!!"

"Hey, hey, hey! You ignorant bastard, this is unbearable! We're leaving tonight—we'll carry the ship away overnight if we have to! We absolutely can't go to war with one of the Four Emperors! Even if all of us joined forces, we wouldn't win!"

"Is it really that exaggerated? With Shanks's current strength, it's only a matter of time before he contends for a Four Emperor position. How could he possibly—"

"No. Shanks only has a thirty percent chance of winning..."

Benn Beckman muttered in a low voice, drawing doubtful looks from the members of the Red Hair Pirates.

"Wait, Beckman! Why are even you talking up the Four Emperors? You're our vice-captain, at least you should—"

"No, Beckman's being a little too generous. A thirty percent chance of winning? That would only be possible if that guy were already gravely wounded and on the verge of death. After all, he's an outstanding figure from the same era as the captain, known as the silver medalist ranked alongside Whitebeard in second place."

"Come to think of it, after all these years, that guy's face is exactly the same as it was more than a decade ago. If we hadn't checked repeatedly, I wouldn't