"Kid, what do we do? That madman's about to clear the island."
Apoo hesitated. He looked ready to leave at once.
Kid did not answer him. The magnetic force around him faded, his fists clenched, and his face twisted with rage.
"We. Are. Leaving."
Kid forced out each word, then turned toward the cabin. He was afraid he would lose control and go after that man for revenge, but that would be suicide.
"We leave now. If we stay, the chance of death is ninety-seven percent."
Hawkins delivered the verdict with a calm face. Apoo shuddered, and Kid's face twitched.
According to Hawkins's fortune-telling, once the chance of death passed seventy percent, hope of survival was slim. Past ninety percent meant certain death.
After hearing his prediction, the crews of all three men began preparing to set sail without waiting for orders.
Driven by that terrifying death rate, these Pirates were twice as efficient as usual.
Before long, Kid and the others had raised sail and departed, carrying off the gold ore Kid had drawn in with his magnetic power.
They were not the only ones. When Jack and Werther appeared, many people on the island sensed that something was wrong.
Anyone with eyes could guess what their presence meant: Thunder Swordsman Werther and Kaido had joined forces to defeat Big Mom.
Now they were clearly clearing the island. But they had not demanded the gold everyone had already taken. As long as people gave up on the gold still there, they could leave safely.
"Pull out. We've made more than enough. There's still a mountain of gold on the island, but it isn't ours."
"Come on, boys, we're leaving! This gold will last us ages. I'll take you all out for good food, good drink, and women!"
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