On a stretch of coast to the right of Loguetown, dozens of pirates had surrounded Yorhahn.
His green robe had long since been dyed dark red, and his body was covered in slash wounds. His right hand shielded Yotia.
"Yorhahn, you can't run anymore!"
"The moment you formed that so-called pirate hunter group, your fate was already sealed."
A pirate leader glared viciously at Yorhahn. Pirate hunters were obviously targeting pirates, so how could they possibly let it operate peacefully?
"The one beside you is your son, right? Perfect. We'll wipe out the roots today."
"Let's see how you run now!"
"Enough nonsense. Come on."
Yorhahn panted as he looked at the crowd before him. His strength had been severely drained, making his voice tremble slightly, but he still spoke clearly.
"Yotia, when the time comes, run toward the shore behind you. No matter what you hear, don't look back."
"Do you understand?"
Yorhahn lowered his head and spoke to the tearful Yotia.
Yorhahn had already made up his mind. He would carve out an escape route for Yotia, hold these pirates back with everything he had, and let Yotia slip away across the sea.
Yotia said nothing. His little face was taut as he clenched his teeth and held back his tears, then nodded solemnly.
"He can't hold out much longer. Get him together."
"Today is the day the pirate hunters are disbanded."
"Attack!"
At the command, the pirates raised their machetes and charged at Yorhahn!
"Run!"
John flung Yotia toward the shore behind him with one hand, while he charged straight at the pirates.
"Awoo!"
Just as the two sides were about to clash, White Tiger leaped dozens of meters into the air and landed right in the center of the battlefield.
"What's going on?"
A minor leader