Especially those hawk-like sharp eyes, which stared fixedly at Moke like a bird of prey.
On his chiseled, resolute face, those deep and icy eyes roamed over Moke without restraint, examining him.
When his gaze finally settled on the two peerless swords hanging at Moke's waist—Shusui and Sandai Kitetsu—the already razor-sharp light in his eyes instantly became almost tangible, as though it would pierce straight through the man before him.
Feeling Hawkeye's oppressive gaze, Moke could not help but feel a powerful fighting spirit rise within him. Yet outwardly, he remained calm and composed. He merely smiled, gave the other man a slight nod, and said loudly, "I am Moke. Once this turmoil has settled, if I have the time, I will certainly pay you a visit and ask for your guidance. I hope to witness the true extent of your swordsmanship."
Upon hearing this, a faint, almost imperceptible smile unexpectedly appeared on Hawkeye's usually stern face, like the first ray of warm sunlight after an iceberg melted.
But it vanished in an instant, replaced by his inborn coldness.
He replied in an utterly flat tone, "Fine. I will be waiting for you..."
Before his words had even faded, he had returned to his previous cold and merciless expression.
Just then, a low, hoarse, highly recognizable laugh suddenly came from the side. Everyone looked over and saw that it was Doflamingo, the pirate renowned for his cruelty and bloodlust, clutching his stomach as he laughed.
The way he looked at Moke was rather strange, his half-smile carrying an indescribable hint of deeper meaning.
Doflamingo had already learned through certain channels an astonishing secret—Moke had now been abandoned by the Marines and the entire World Government!
In other words, once this mission was completed, it would be the day Moke died.