Reaping the Fisherman's Reward!

Had he been discovered so quickly?

Trying to launch a surprise attack on a powerhouse with top-tier Observation Haki was no easy task.

Steel Bone Kong, who had been lying in ambush in the shadows, stiffened at those words. Left with no choice, he stepped out.

Though he had expected it, Redfield discovering him the moment he set foot on the island still left Steel Bone Kong with a trace of regret.

His tall, burly figure slowly emerged from the forest.

Redfield stood in an open clearing. Lean and wiry, with a pale face, narrow eyes, slightly curled brows, and thin lips, he gave off a sinister, ruthless air.

He wore a red formal suit, with a crimson cape draped behind him, and held a black-purple umbrella in his hand.

It looked like an ordinary umbrella, but it was actually a famed blade, ranked among the 21 Great Grade Blades—the most uniquely shaped blade among them.

At that moment, his hawk-sharp gaze remained fixed ahead. Once he saw who it was, his pupils suddenly contracted, his expression shifting from shock to fury before turning utterly grim.

His face lengthened as he barked in a low voice, "So it's you, Steel Bone Kong!"

As he spoke, Redfield continuously swept his gaze over the area. He released his Observation Haki without reservation, blanketing the deserted island and the surrounding waters as he searched back and forth.

Before long, he confirmed that Steel Bone Kong was the only person nearby.

So—

"The mighty Fleet Admiral has come in person. Aren't the Marines afraid you'll die here?"

"Where's Zephyr? Isn't he here?"

Redfield narrowed his eyes.

Sengoku was stationed in the New World, and he had only just shaken off that stubborn leech, Garp. The warship had been severely damaged and would not catch