Golden Eagle

"Oho, I'll be waiting. Remember to add plenty of goji berries and aphrodisiacs, or after you eat me, I'm afraid that thing of yours won't be able to stand up either."

Golden Eagle nearly angered him to death with a single sentence. The killing intent in Pock's heart kept rising until it turned into an enraged kick against the cage, producing a loud bang.

Golden Eagle hopped over to Pock and looked at him with utter contempt.

"Who the hell are you trying to act tough for, brat? You only dare kick the cage. Try taking one hit from me—I'll zap your asshole into a thousand-watt lightbulb and make you the brightest lamp among all the flowers!"

Vicious!

Incredibly vicious!

This eagle's mouth was truly vicious!

Golden Eagle had Pock's weakness firmly in its grasp, and it was all because its hearing was simply too good.

Whenever Pock got worked up, he paid no attention to the setting.

Even a slaughterhouse could become a battlefield. Though Pock had not displayed his prowess in front of Golden Eagle, it had still heard the sounds of battle.

The whole thing lasted less than five minutes, with four minutes spent on the clothes...

From then on, Golden Eagle's insults gradually turned into mockery... and taunts. It used its extensive vocabulary to perfectly describe Pock's incompetence in bed.

Now, Pock's killing intent toward this Golden Eagle had completely exploded.

He had captured this Golden Eagle not only because it was handsome and majestic, but also because he had seen it wield yellow lightning.

Pock was extremely interested in such miraculous abilities—or rather, envious of them.

At the time, Golden Eagle seemed to have suffered some sort of mishap and was very weak, which was why he had been able to easily capture it in a Bolong Wood cage.

Only afterward did he discover that this Golden Eagle could not only generate electricity, but also speak. Its recovery ability was astonishing as well. By now, its strength was no weaker than his. If Bolong Wood had not been so hard, Golden Eagle would have escaped long ago.

Pock forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart. He was not completely confident he could handle Golden Eagle; even bullets could do nothing against the defense of its feathers.

As for bombs... small ones were useless, while with large ones, Pock feared Golden Eagle might not die and would instead escape. That would be troublesome.

Still, he had a way to deal with Golden Eagle.

"Krieber, this is the last time. If we still can't obtain that lightning ability of his, kill him!"

Behind him stood an old man in a white lab coat, wearing glasses with brass frames. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his triangular eyes were filled with cunning.

"Heh heh! Leave it to me, Lord Pock." Krieber was a doctor, the White Ghost Pirates' ship physician, and the only doctor in Clode Town.

As he spoke, a spray can appeared in his hand. He walked to the cage and raised it, aiming it at Golden Eagle.

"You decrepit old bastard, you're drugging me again, huh? Once your daddy gets out, I'll zap that wrinkled face of yours into a sunflower, you—"

Krieber was clearly immune to Golden Eagle's venomous tongue. Expressionless, he pressed the nozzle. Hiss—

A thick white mist sprayed from the can.

Golden Eagle continued muttering curses, but under the effect of the spray, its voice gradually slowed and its expression became vacant.

A moment later, it collapsed straight down with a thud. Its eyes were half-open, unfocused and lifeless.

"The dosage needs to increase again..." Krieber muttered to himself, shaking the spray can in his hand.

The can contained anesthetic. At first, only around one-third of a can had been needed, but now...

Whoosh! Krieber tossed the spray can into the trash.

An entire can of anesthetic had actually been used up.

Krieber opened the Bolong Wood cage, dragged Golden Eagle out... and pulled him into the laboratory Pock had built specifically for him.

Every animal in the slaughterhouse was one of his test subjects.

Even after seeing Krieber leave, the anger in Pock's heart had not subsided.

Who was he?

The White Ghost Swordmaster, Lord Pock.

A big shot with a bounty of seventeen million Beli.

And yet he had been cursed at for so long by a Golden Eagle, without being able to kill it.

After all, that lightning ability was incredibly miraculous. If he could master it, he would definitely be able to kick that bastard Krieg off his position as the East Blue Commodore.

"Aahhh!" Even so, Pock let out a roar to vent the fury in his heart.

A flamboyantly dressed woman cautiously stepped forward.

"Brother Pock, don't be angry anymore~" Her voice was cloying.

He suddenly turned to look at the brightly dressed woman beside him, his eyes bloodshot.

"Sooner or later, I'll skin that Golden Eagle alive. What, you got a problem with that?"

The woman was clearly frightened by him. She trembled for a long time without managing to say a word.

Pock's judgment was obviously clouded by rage, but after speaking, he took in the woman's attire. The fury in his eyes instantly changed, and Golden Eagle's words involuntarily surfaced in his mind...

That damned Golden Eagle. I'm plenty strong.

With that thought, he grabbed the woman.

"I'm really fired up right now!"

One minute later... Pock's body shuddered as he let out a long breath.

Just as he was straightening his clothes, one of his underlings suddenly burst in.

"Brother Pock, a fat sheep has come to our door!"

Pock fastened his belt. Hearing his underling's words, he froze for a moment.

"A fat sheep?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure!"

Pock gave a grunt, then asked:

"Where is he?"

"He just arrived outside our factory."

"Bring him in. Fat sheep don't come around often, so don't neglect our guest."

"Yes, Brother Pock."

Although Clode Town appeared harmonious on the surface, many of its townsfolk were actually pirates from the White Ghost Pirates.

The White Ghost Pirates were Clode Town's hidden rulers.

Daisy spent money freely and never turned down luxury goods.

After one shopping trip, she had spent more than a million Beli.

This was the East Blue. Even for the White Ghost Pirates, more than a million Beli was no small sum.

Mark had come to the wild boar slaughterhouse on the recommendation of a butcher. He had said that the place sold excellent local pork as well as beef.

Mark had always been extremely demanding when it came to ingredients. It was a principle he upheld as a chef; good ingredients could create more delicious food.

Mark possessed two skills: carving and cooking. He had learned carving from Jaba, and cooking from Aunt Ma and Aunt Dong.

Moreover, in both skills, he had surpassed his teachers.

Even at the sea restaurant, only Zeff could surpass his cooking. Those were Jaba's exact words.

As one of Roger's crew members, Jaba naturally knew Zeff, the somewhat famous sea chef of the time, and had interacted with him before.

Since they were both from the East Blue, they had plenty in common. They stayed in contact often afterward, so he naturally knew that Zeff had opened a sea restaurant. Not long ago, Jaba and Mark had even gone there for a meal.

Mark often said, "My pirate crew doesn't need a chef, because I am one!"

Daisy firmly believed this, mainly because his food was simply too delicious.

So, in search of better ingredients, Mark had come to the place recommended by that butcher.

He just did not know that this was not some supplier of premium meat, but the base of a pirate crew and the site built for Krieber Laboratory.

"Mark... buy more beef this time. I want to eat the beef meatballs and beef dumplings you make." Daisy spoke brightly. Thinking of those delicious beef meatballs and beef dumplings, she unconsciously swallowed.

"Alright, then we'll buy more beef this time. I'll make sure your little belly gets nice and round." Mark lovingly scraped Daisy's little nose with a finger. He would do his best to fulfill Daisy's requests.