Kaido's Club Itched for a Fight

At that moment, behind Kaido, the pirate underlings all wore expressions of eager anticipation.

"Boss, this dump doesn't look like it has any treasure at all," one pirate muttered.

"So that's why we need intelligence." Kaido did not look back. "The boss of this Fish-Man District might cough up something useful."

"Just like Rocks said, searching for treasure ourselves is far too inefficient."

Before him, the warriors of Fish-Man District had already taken up defensive positions.

At their head stood an unusually tall and burly red-skinned sea bream fish-man.

Fisher Tiger gripped the iron rod in his hand, his eyes utterly fearless.

"Cooperate obediently?" he said, enunciating every word. "This is Fish-Man District. It's not a place for you humans to run wild!"

Behind him, hundreds of young fish-men held weapons such as tridents and iron rods, their eyes filled with hostility and hatred toward humans.

Amid the crowd stood two young yet particularly conspicuous figures.

One was fifteen-year-old Jinbe, a stout blue boy despite his age.

He stood behind and to the side of Tiger, calmly studying the giant named Kaido and the dangerous cadres behind him.

The other was thirteen-year-old Arlong. His sawtoothed nose and sharp teeth made him look far more vicious than his actual age.

He was nowhere near as calm as Jinbe. His eyes held only naked, undisguised hatred, as though he were ready to rush forward and tear into them at any moment.

"These humans..." Arlong gritted his teeth.

"They came to our territory and still dare act so arrogantly!"

"Calm down," Jinbe said quietly, never taking his eyes off Kaido.

"If you rush in carelessly, you'll only throw your lives away."

"Then are we supposed to just watch them—"

"We won't." Jinbe's voice was steady. "Brother Tiger won't back down, and neither will