"Genzo, should we fight them?"
Several villagers gathered around Genzo, but he hurriedly held them back.
Arlong did not attack again. Obi was about to teach the restless villagers a lesson when Arlong gave him a look. "Obi, leave it. Give them time to think. If they still refuse to listen, we can deal with them then."
Arlong did not care whether the villagers lived or died, but each life was worth at least fifty thousand Beli. As long as they handed over the money, he had no reason to kill them all.
After all, he still needed a great deal of money to build his own Castle.
Arlong had long since decided what his Castle would look like. He wanted it to be exactly like those of the Celestial Dragons.
That decision had everything to do with Fisher Tiger's death. Arlong held ordinary humans in contempt, but he hated the Celestial Dragons above them with every fiber of his being.
Fisher Tiger had seemingly died because humans had not given him a blood transfusion in time. But the Celestial Dragons had ordered the Navy to hunt him down after he caused an uproar in the Holy Land.
Humans were infuriating. The Celestial Dragons were even more despicable. That was how Arlong truly felt.
"What's going on? It's so loud outside."
The deafening crashes outside frightened Nami and Nojiko. Ye Chen, meanwhile, lay on the bed with his eyes nearly shut, as if he were asleep.
Nami huffed and prodded Ye Chen with her stick. "What's wrong with you? How can you sleep through all that noise?"
Ye Chen opened his eyes lazily, rolled them at Nami, then shut them again. Furious, she ignored Bellemere's warning, stepped forward, and twisted his ear. "Don't go to sleep!"
Before leaving, Bellemere had