"Oho, I'll be waiting. Remember to add plenty of goji berries and miracle oil, or I'm afraid that after you eat me, that thing of yours won't stand up either."
Golden Eagle nearly enraged him to death the moment it opened its beak. Pock's killing intent surged wildly before finally turning into an angry 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 putting on an act for, runt? You only dare kick the cage. Try taking one hit from me—I'll shock your asshole into a thousand-watt light bulb and make you the brightest lamp among all the flowers!"
Vicious!
Exceptionally vicious!
This eagle's mouth was truly vicious!
Golden Eagle had Pock's weakness completely in its grasp, and it was all because its hearing was simply too good.
Whenever Pock got in the mood, he paid no attention to the setting.
Even a place like a slaughterhouse could become a battlefield. Although Pock had not displayed his prowess before Golden Eagle, the sounds of battle had still reached its ears.
It had taken no more than five minutes from beginning to end, with four of those minutes spent on clothes...
Ever since then, Golden Eagle's insults had gradually changed into mockery... ridicule. It used its extensive vocabulary to perfectly convey Pock's incompetence in bed.
By 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 use yellow lightning.
Pock was extremely interested in such miraculous abilities—or rather, envious of them.
At the time, Golden Eagle had apparently suffered some sort of mishap and was very weak, which was why he had easily captured it and locked it inside 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. Its current strength was no weaker than his, and if Bolong Wood had not been so sturdy, Golden Eagle would have escaped long ago.
Pock forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart. He was not completely confident he could deal with Golden Eagle; even bullets could do nothing against the defense of its feathers.
As for bombs... small ones would be useless, while large ones might fail to kill the Golden Eagle and instead let it 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 electricity-generating ability, kill it!"
Behind him stood an old man in a white lab coat, wearing glasses with bronze frames. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his triangular eyes were full of cunning.
"Hehehe! Leave it to me, Lord Pock." Krieber was a doctor, the ship's physician of the White Ghost Pirates and the only doctor in Clode Town.
As he spoke, a spray can appeared in his hand. He walked up to the cage, raised it, and aimed it at Golden Eagle.
"You decrepit bastard, you're drugging me again, huh? Once your daddy gets out, I'll shock every wrinkle on your face into sunflowers, you—"
Krieber was clearly immune to Golden Eagle's venomous tongue. Expressionlessly, he pressed the nozzle. Hiss—
A thick white mist sprayed from the can.
Golden Eagle continued muttering curses, but under the effects of the spray, its tone gradually slowed and its expression became dull.
A moment later, it collapsed with a thud. Its eyes were half-open, utterly vacant.
"The dosage needs to be increased again..." Krieber muttered to himself, shaking the spray can in his hand.
The can contained anesthetic. At first, only about one-third of a can had been needed, but now...
Whoosh! Krieber tossed the spray can into the trash.
An entire full can of anesthetic had been used up.
Krieber opened the Bolong Wood cage, dragged Golden Eagle out... and pulled it 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, Pock's anger had not subsided.
Who was he?
The White Ghost Swordsman, Lord Pock.
A great figure with a bounty of seventeen million Beli.
Yet he had been cursed at by a Golden Eagle for so long, and he could not even kill it.
After all, that electricity-generating ability was incredibly miraculous. If he could master it, he would definitely be able to kick that bastard Krieg out of his position as Commodore of the East Blue.
"Ah!!!" Even so, Pock still let out a roar to vent the anger in his heart.
A brightly dressed woman cautiously stepped forward.
"Brother Pock, don't be angry anymore~" Her voice was sweet and coquettish.
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, do you have a problem with that?"
The woman was clearly frightened by him. She trembled for a long time without managing to say a word.
Pock was obviously losing his mind to anger. But after he finished speaking and noticed 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 shuddered and 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 and froze for a moment upon hearing his underling's words.
"A fat sheep?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Pock grunted, then asked:
"Where are they?"
"They just arrived outside our plant."
"Bring them in. Fat sheep aren't common; don't neglect our guest."
"Yes, Brother Pock."
Although Clode Town seemed peaceful on the surface, many of its residents were pirates from the White Ghost Pirates.
The White Ghost Pirates were Clode's secret rulers.
Daisy spent money lavishly and never turned down luxury goods.
One shopping trip had cost 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 Boar Slaughterhouse on the recommendation of a butcher shop owner, who had said that this place sold excellent free-range pork as well as yellow beef.
Mark had always been strict about ingredients. It was a principle he upheld as a chef; good ingredients could create more delicious food.
Mark possessed two skills: carving and cooking. His carving came from Gaban, while his cooking came from Aunt Ma and Aunt Dong.
Moreover, he had surpassed his teachers in both skills.
Even at the sea restaurant, only Zeff could surpass his cooking. Those were Gaban's own words.
As one of Roger's crewmen, Gaban naturally knew Zeff, the somewhat famous sea chef of the time, and had even interacted with him.
Being fellow East Blue natives, they had plenty to talk about and stayed in contact afterward. Naturally, he knew that Zeff had opened a sea restaurant. Not long ago, Gaban 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 the food he made was simply too delicious.
So, in search of better ingredients, Mark had come to the place recommended by that butcher shop owner.
He did not yet know that this was not some supplier of premium meat, but the base of a pirate crew—and the site built for the Krieber Laboratory.
"Mark... this time, make sure to buy more beef. I want to eat the beef balls and beef dumplings you make." Daisy spoke in a crisp voice. Thinking of those delicious beef balls and beef dumplings, she unconsciously swallowed.
"Alright, then we'll buy more beef this time. I'll make sure your little tummy gets nice and round." Mark fondly scratched Daisy's little nose with a finger. He would do his best to satisfy Daisy's requests.