Smoker was badly injured. He swayed on his feet, looking as though he might collapse at any moment.
Hearing Ain call out to him, Ye Chen turned coldly. Ignoring his own wounds, he asked flatly, "What? Worried about him? Afraid I'll kill him?"
"Hiss..."
Binz drew a sharp breath at the sight of Ye Chen, whose murderous aura surged like that of a demon from hell. He instinctively took two steps back.
Hina pulled out another cigarette and lit it. She hoped smoking would calm her down. She had never met anyone so terrifying.
It was not Ye Chen's strength that frightened her. It was what he did, the killing intent pouring off him, and those cold, merciless eyes.
"Ye Chen, why are you doing this?" Ain asked, summoning her courage.
"Why? Should I let you capture me and throw me into Impel Down? Or would you rather send me to the Holy Land of Mary Geoise?"
"You're a Pirate. It's only natural for the Marines to arrest you..."
Ye Chen cut her off before she could finish.
"What? Because I'm a Pirate, I'm supposed to let you arrest me? And it wouldn't matter if you killed me? Who the hell made that rule? Are all Pirates evil and all Marines righteous? I'll never believe the Marines stand for justice. The Celestial Dragons' lapdogs calling themselves agents of justice—that's the saddest joke in the world."
What Ye Chen longed for was the freedom to adventure across the seas as a Pirate.
Even now, he did not think he had done anything wrong. Whether it was killing Hendry or cutting off Krieg's ear, he had his reasons. And if the Marines dug up the past and accused him of killing a Celestial Dragon, so what? Didn't those filthy parasites deserve to