"Gin the Demon? I like that name."
Ye Chen couldn't help laughing when he heard it. His own nickname, Ghost Hand, also had "ghost" in it—and the Celestial Dragons had come up with it.
Ye Chen had wanted to change it at first, but he'd grown used to it. Ghost Hand sounded pretty good. His hands could tear an enemy's head apart barehanded, and they were formidable with a sword, too. Put them on a woman, though, and all that grabbing, touching, squeezing, and kneading bore a certain resemblance to the "Breast-Grabbing Dragon Claw" of master womanizer Wei Xiaobao.
Either way, those hands were deadly to men and women alike. The men just died in a more literal sense.
So Ye Chen had accepted Ghost Hand as his nickname. His crew, however, was called the Death God Pirates, not the Ghost Hand Pirates.
The name Death God stood for bloodshed and killing, but it also meant judgment. Whenever Ye Chen saw a person or a deed he couldn't stand, he would judge and punish them in the Death God's name. It didn't matter who they were. He wouldn't go easy on even the Celestial Dragons.
"Kuina, bring the ship alongside. Get ready to fight."
They had run into a pirate ship, and its crew didn't look like decent people. A cool flash of excitement crossed Ye Chen's face. Drifting alone across the vast sea would be far too dull. Blood-pumping battles were what he looked forward to. Besides, if he didn't stir up trouble wherever he went, he was worried Robin would never find him.
"Gin the Demon? Never heard of you. What's that look for, brat? You seem awfully cocky."
Hendry had a bounty of nine million Beli. He was a notorious pirate in the East Blue and had