You're Very Weak

A man with a scar running across his entire face walked in, carrying a blood-dripping machete. Several fierce-looking burly men followed behind him. Then, a battered, bruised figure was thrown onto the floor.

The scarred man looked around and licked his lips. "I am the captain of the Lone Wolf Pirates. It is a pleasure to meet you all."

Seeing this unfamiliar face, everyone recoiled in terror. Someone cried out, "That guy... he's Lone Wolf Arnold, the pirate with a seven-million-berry bounty! That's right, I've seen his wanted poster!"

These nobles and wealthy men, who normally lived pampered lives, immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Oh my... how rude of you. You're just like that idiotic Marine who charged at me, trying to fight me with his fists. None of you even know how to say hello..."

As he spoke, Arnold kicked Fullbody, who had lost the ability to resist, as though he were kicking a sandbag. A vicious smile curled across his lips. "They call you Iron Fist, but you're not much of a fighter, are you?"

"That's... that Marine Ensign!"

Only then did everyone realize that the miserable-looking man beneath Arnold's foot was Fullbody, who had just been boasting so boldly. Despair rose in their hearts. Even he had been defeated and captured—did that mean all the fighting forces aboard the ship had already been wiped out...?

At that moment, another seven or eight pirates rushed in through the second-floor entrance, completely surrounding the inner hall.

Arnold took in everyone's expressions. "Relax. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you adorable little lambs!"

But at that moment, he felt something restrain his foot. Looking down, he saw Fullbody slightly raise his head from the floor, using all his strength to clutch Arnold's ankle as he forced out a miserable smile. "Justice... will prevail..."

Arnold frowned slightly, lifted his foot, and shook off Fullbody's hand. Then he viciously stomped on the latter's head and sneered, "Quit being a joke. If you make me angry, you're dead!"

"Cough, cough!"

Fullbody felt as though his head were splitting apart. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, then forced his eyes open and glanced at everyone before him from the corner of his eye. Seeing his disgraceful state exposed to them all, he felt like dying on the spot.

Between the impulse to fight Arnold to the death and the humiliation of surviving, Fullbody deliberated for a long time. In the end, his eyes dimmed in defeat as he lowered his head and went still.

Cold sweat streamed down Daniel's forehead as he stepped out from the crowd. Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "Captain Arnold... please don't hurt us. If you want anything, just take it."

"Of course. I don't like using violence. You only need to hand over all your gold, silver, and jewelry willingly..." Arnold licked his lips.

Daniel, unfamiliar with the cruelty of the world at sea, let out a breath of relief. It's fine... He only wants money. As long as we give it to him, everything will be fine.

The people huddled together also hurriedly removed their jewelry. As long as they could stay alive, what was such a small price?

But Arnold clearly was not finished. Amid the rustling movements of the crowd, his voice rang out again. "Also, all women, step forward."

"What?!" Everyone immediately stopped moving and stared ahead in terror.

"Don't worry. We won't hurt you."

Arnold reiterated his point. His tone was no longer as cold as before and even carried a hint of negotiation. If not for the still-bloody machete in his hand and the several burly pirate men beside him, quite a few people would likely have stepped out to argue with him.

Daniel's voice trembled. "M-Mr. Arnold... th-this..."

Arnold smiled pleasantly. "I am a very polite gentleman. I won't hurt others easily, but I can't say the same for my mates..."

A gentleman? What a joke! Nearly everyone had the same thought.

"Hey, boss, when can we get started? We can't wait any longer!" The pirates' voices rose one after another, mixed with several chilling sneers.

At last, a weak-willed woman could no longer bear the strange atmosphere. She squeezed out of the crowd and pleaded, "Please don't hurt me. I'm willing to do anything!"

"Hahahaha! A woman as sensible as you will definitely not be harmed. But as for the others..."

A look of pity appeared on Arnold's face. He greatly enjoyed this feeling—watching others submit beneath his feet step by step, gradually falling into ruin and allowing him to manipulate them as he pleased.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back, once the first woman stepped forward, the second followed. After a brief hesitation, two more women emerged from the crowd and pleaded with Arnold as well.

Then three, four, five...

The men lowered their heads in dejection, clenching their fists helplessly. Their feet felt filled with lead, unable to move even a step. These wealthy gentlemen felt ice-cold. Their fear of death had long surpassed their desire to protect the women. They even began regretting listening to Daniel and coming to this sea party in the first place. Now, they might not even leave alive...

Before long, nearly all the women had stepped out and stood in a row at the front. Some lowered their heads in pain, while others turned their faces away in humiliation and resentment.

"This will be a bountiful day."

Arnold gazed at the women before him, each with her own charms, and a wanton smile formed on his lips as he slowly walked forward.

"Just submit. Submit before absolute power. Do not try to resist. This is your honor..."

Arnold slowly extended a finger, about to lift a woman's chin.

Just then.

A blurred shadow shot out in an instant. A broad black blade became a streak of black light and, as effortlessly as cutting through thin paper, severed a head.

Thud... thud...

Arnold's head fell from his neck and hit the floor, bouncing slightly. His face was filled with shock, and his disbelieving eyes were opened as wide as they could go.

Blood burst from the headless corpse's neck like a fountain, spraying the women standing in a row like rain.

"Huh?!"

The pirates surrounding the inner hall froze in an instant. At the same time, Duen let out a surprised sound. "Eh?"

A pirate with a seven-million-berry bounty... was actually this weak?

Duen realized that he had completely misjudged the strength of the Lone Wolf Pirates.

Ever since the broadcast announced the pirate attack, he had remained calmly in the inner hall.

The deck was occupied by sailors and guards capable of fighting, but the cabins held powerless nobles and wealthy men. Though both sides were human lives, he had to choose the lesser loss.

If the pirates were repelled, Duen naturally would not need to act. But once the pirates invaded, he had to fulfill his duty and protect these gentlemen, who were more important to Daniel.

Since he had never encountered pirates at the level of a seven-million-berry bounty, Duen had not dared to act rashly. He feared that if Arnold tied him down, it would instead enrage the other pirates and allow them to slaughter everyone in the inner hall without restraint.

It was only when Arnold let down his guard and came up alone that Duen found an instant opening and struck decisively. He had thought it would not be so easy, but it seemed he had overthought things...

After killing Arnold, and while the pirates were still too shocked by Arnold's death to recover, he moved again like a fierce gale!

Like harvesting wheat, wherever the black blade-light passed, not a single pirate remained alive.

Corpses and blood were everywhere...