Sea Kings' Feast, Part Four

"Cut!"

Everyone who saw this scene wore a smile. To them, this was perfectly normal.

A mere useless assassin who couldn't even act properly had dared to assassinate a Shichibukai. Stomping him to death was easier than crushing an ant.

Rogge's decisive slaughter had intimidated quite a few people. Unfortunately, this was the Nightless City. Too many people died here, and those who witnessed it had long since grown numb and used to it. No one even came to clean up the blood and flesh scattered across the ground. They simply waited for it to dry.

They came to an open-air restaurant where quite a few people had gathered. A circle of cooking utensils had been set up in the center, with several chefs stir-frying food inside. Every chef appeared directly in front of the customers, and every dish was cooked over fierce flames that rose higher than a person.

Everything looked excellent. Each dish glistened with oil and looked extremely appetizing.

"This is the place." Rogge sat down, and the others followed. A burly waiter walked over.

"Esteemed Lord Asura, what would you like to eat?" The waiter was extremely tall, and his voice was booming.

"Bring me one of everything on the menu. Don't worry, I have plenty of money, and I won't be unable to finish it," Rogge said.

"No problem. We happen to have a special dish today: a Sea King from the Calm Belt, a Frog Carp. Would you like to try it?" the waiter asked loudly.

"Oh, a Sea King? No problem. I can eat it all, hahaha! Prepare it for me," Rogge said with a hearty laugh.

"K, coming right up." The waiter didn't waste any time. The kitchen quickly sprang into action, and a gigantic Sea King, its eyes still rolling, was