Pizarro froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Luffy to ask that. Then he grinned.
"Yeah. What about it, meow?"
The expression on Luffy's face slowly darkened.
"Why?"
"Why?"
Pizarro actually laughed at the question.
He raised a foot and kicked one of the corpses beside him, his tone as casual as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
"They chased me, so I killed them."
"Do I need a reason?"
Luffy said nothing, but Usopp couldn't stop himself from swallowing.
From the East Blue all the way to the first half of the Grand Line, it wasn't as if they had never encountered bad people before.
People who bullied civilians.
People who trafficked humans.
People who relied on their strength to rob others everywhere.
But these three people felt completely different.
When Pizarro said those words, there was neither anger nor pride on his face.
He genuinely thought it was nothing. Just a few lives.
That was all.
Shot was still sitting atop a pile of rubble, drinking. After taking a huge gulp, he let out a satisfied belch.
"Ha—"
"Are you done talking?"
Devon paid even less attention to the corpses on the ground. Her gaze had been circling Nami the entire time.
"Muruhuhu..."
"Such nice skin."
Sanji's brow twitched at once. Just as he was about to step forward, Nami reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
"Don't move yet."
Her voice was very low.
Sanji paused.
Nami offered no further explanation.
Because she had realized something since earlier.
Those three people didn't take them seriously at all.
It wasn't contempt they had deliberately put on. They simply had no interest in them.
Even Pizarro was too lazy to keep talking to Luffy. His gaze passed over them and swept toward the distant harbor.
Suddenly,