A Look of Utter Disbelief

Yet sometimes, things were just that strange. The plot seemed unchanged, but in truth, it had already quietly shifted. Just like now—at the very instant Moke appeared here, everything became different.

Sarquis, Bellamy's vice-captain, had originally been standing there nonchalantly when he suddenly heard a faint sound. His nerves instantly tensed, and he instinctively turned his head to scan the area, seemingly trying to locate its source.

However, when he saw that it was merely Moke walking over, an indifferent expression immediately appeared on his face, as though he did not care about this stranger at all. He swiftly turned back and continued focusing on his own business.

But just as he turned his head away, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. It made him involuntarily turn back again, his gaze falling directly upon the two swords in Moke's hands.

Sarquis's eyes instantly sharpened. He recognized them as legendary Meito. In the world of pirates, Meito were not only symbols of strength, but priceless treasures as well.

A greedy desire rose within him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled upward. "Hey, brat, where did you get those two swords?" Sarquis strode toward Moke, his eyes filled with covetousness.

Moke looked at him coldly without speaking. Sarquis assumed Moke was frightened and became even more arrogant, reaching out to seize the swords. Just as his hand was about to touch the scabbard, Moke suddenly moved. His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared behind Sarquis, placing both swords against his neck. "You aren't qualified to touch these swords."

Moke's voice was icy to the bone. Sarquis turned pale with fright, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. The surrounding pirates saw this and gathered around, making the atmosphere tense as drawn blades. Yet Moke did not care in the slightest,