"Ye Chen?"
Hearing Ye Chen's name from this group caught Spoon Aunt off guard. She gave them a puzzled look. Ye Chen went to Impel Down? Even I didn't know that. How do they know?
Sang Biao swept his gaze around the bar, then glared at Fatty. "Watch where you say things, kid," he scolded under his breath. "This is secret. Don't let word get out."
"Captain, you're making a mountain out of a molehill. It's just Ye Chen, isn't it? His original bounty was only seventy-five million Beli. Of the eleven of us, three are Army rear admirals, two are Army vice admirals, one is an Army staff officer, and five are elite Marine rear admirals. Killing little Ye Chen will be a piece of cake. Even if word does get out, Impel Down is only two days' sailing from here. He'll be dead before he can do anything about it. What's the fuss? You're Mad Demon Sang Biao, a vice admiral from Army Headquarters!"
Fatty stuffed a fragrant chicken leg into his mouth as he spoke, utterly unconcerned.
"Fatty!"
Seeing the bar's proprietress look their way, Haas shot to his feet and barked at Fatty.
Fatty had plenty going for him. Despite his rolls of fat and a belly like a great wine barrel, he was remarkably agile. He had won Last Year's Army Fighting Competition and earned the nickname Devil Muscleman. Everyone called him Fatty because of his size, but only Mad Demon Sang Biao surpassed him in strength.
Haas had been watching everything in the bar. He never overlooked even the slightest irregularity. Though their group were the only customers at the moment, he still refused to let his guard down. In fact, he had begun to suspect the proprietress.
"Proprietress, another barrel of Rambol Wine."