Stop, He's My Disciple!

Smoker followed Garp's pointing finger.

His face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

In Loguetown's central square.

Atop the steel tower that had just been split in half by lightning.

Stood a figure.

Zhao Hai wore an unranked grunt's uniform.

One foot rested on the wooden platform where Roger had once knelt.

In his hand was a Visual Den Den Mushi he had no idea where he had gotten.

He was shouting at a battered pirate below.

"Yes, yes, that angle."

"Make me look more imposing."

"Remember to get the dark clouds in the background too. It sets the mood."

"Quick Blade" Baskis, with a bounty of three million Beli, was currently kneeling on the ground.

He held up the Den Den Mushi, trembling.

He had been someone of note in the East Blue.

He had originally planned to rob the town under cover of the storm.

But the moment he stepped outside, this guy in a grunt's uniform had broken three of his ribs with one punch.

Baskis did not even have the strength to hold a sword now.

He could only serve as a temporary photographer against his will.

He stared at the teenager striking an arrogant pose in the frame.

He cursed that grunt ten thousand times in his heart.

Were Navy grunts this terrifying these days?

One punch had shattered the swift blade he had been so proud of.

"Click."

The Visual Den Den Mushi spat out a photograph.

Zhao Hai jumped down in satisfaction and snatched the photo away.

In it, he wore a wild grin.

Behind him stood the broken execution platform and the gloomy sky.

"Perfect."

Zhao Hai flicked the photograph.

This was the same photo spot used by the Pirate King, Roger.

He would send it to Old Qian later. It