No Savior
The entire harbor was silent, with only Leo's voice slowly echoing overhead.
No one stepped forward. Everyone waited quietly for something.
More and more guns were brought out of the cabin by that strange hand. They were stacked neatly on the dock in five piles of twenty.
Then came crates upon crates of gunpowder and bullets.
Everyone swallowed hard.
For a moment, they did not understand why these people possessed such strange abilities, yet would not help them drive Arlong away.
Enel sat on the ship's rail, looking down at these "ants" with an intrigued expression. The slaughter of these ants and the battle between the ants on the other side of the island were mere child's play to him. He could not even be bothered to spare them a glance.
But what Leo was doing now was far more interesting.
Would these ants take up weapons and fight for themselves, or would they continue living on in such miserable submission?
Their every action determined their fate. In some mysterious way, Enel felt like a true god who had already seen through their coming destiny, and that made him feel very comfortable.
It was not just him. Even the two Marines had seen through it.
Smoker, his hands cuffed, shouted, "Hey, stop! Sending them to fight the fish-men is nothing but sending them to their deaths! They're civilians! If that won't do, then uncuff me! I swear I won't run away. Let me fight the fish-men!"
He was extremely agitated. In his eyes, Leo was merely toying with these pitiful villagers.
"Shut up and stay there watching," Leo said flatly, glancing at him.
"Watch closely and see what true justice is."
Smoker's words instead helped Arlong make up his mind.
"That's right. Though there's never been any proof,