"Listen to yourself!" Across from Momonga, Loa flashed a classic Yao Ming Face. "You're one of the Headquarters Sixteenth Vice Admirals, the famous Momonga! If I finished you off quickly, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
"What do you mean?" Momonga stared at him, puzzled. "Someone would come after you?"
Why would finishing him off quickly mean asking for trouble?
Would someone really come after Loa for defeating him? Did Momonga have that much clout?
And now the brat was worried about asking for trouble?
What had he been doing just now?!
My insides are still Ice-cold!
At the thought, Momonga shot him a wounded look. The sight of him like a resentful wife sent goose bumps down Loa's arms.
"Ahem!" Loa discreetly rubbed his arm and went on with exaggerated earnestness. "Of course! Think about it. The Marines will publicize this Prison Deathmatch, right? The whole point is to show off our strength and intimidate the Pirates."
"So our fight will spread too. With your fame and standing on the seas, what would those Pirates think of me if I took you down in seconds?"
"What would they think? Who cares?" Momonga waved him off. "Enough talk. Show everyone what you can do!"
For all his gruff words, Momonga felt rather pleased with himself.
I've spent decades making a name for myself on these seas. People respect me for everything I've done.
All right, perhaps that was shameless. But Loa ought to give him that much credit.
If Loa really did take him down in seconds, endless trouble would be waiting for Loa.
Countless Pirates wanted to make a name for themselves. Challenging a young man like Loa would seem far easier than challenging an established, powerful Vice Admiral, and plenty of them would try it.
So what if