"Could you not disturb my captain and companions while they rest?" William stood straight amid the encirclement of all the Baroque Works bounty hunters. Though he seemed to have drunk quite a lot, he was only pretending to be drunk. Otherwise, how could he make this group of bounty hunters lower their guard?
"You're not thinking of facing all of us alone, are you?" Mr. 9 sneered. He knew William was a Devil Fruit user, but it was merely an auxiliary-type ability. With the advantage in numbers, Mr. 9 did not fear William's Devil Fruit power at all.
"Why not?" In William's eyes, these low-ranking Baroque Works members were not worth his notice. Although this was an island on the Grand Line, it was still the starting point, and its strength was not much greater than East Blue's. If he could not take down these lackeys by himself, how would he sail these seas in the future?
"You think too little of us, don't you?" Igaram, codenamed Mr. 8, said unhappily. His code number was 8; within Baroque Works, the lower the number, the stronger the member. Mr. 8 was the highest-ranked person on Whiskey Peak, meaning that he and his partner, Miss Monday, were the strongest people here.
"Everyone, be careful! This guy ate the Castle-Castle Fruit!" Miss Wednesday immediately warned her companions.
"The strength rankings of Baroque Works members are tied to their code numbers, right? I'm not wrong, am I, Mr. 8?" William said arrogantly. "If you want my head, at least your boss, Mr. 2, would have to make a move!"
Although William's words were far from modest, they were not exaggerated. The identity of Baroque Works' boss, Mr. 2, was actually Crocodile, one of the Shichibukai known as the "Desert King." In William's eyes, no