Snow fell thick and fast, and the wind cut like a knife. Drum Island was a famous winter island, with a bitterly cold climate. Hard had barely landed on the shore when the howling wind slipped beneath Ye Chen’s clothes and thick snowflakes swirled around him. The piercing wind howled without end, whipping up a blizzard, but Ye Chen paid it no mind. With Nami on his back, he raced toward a nearby village.
Blackbeard was trudging through the snow when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He tightened his grip on his Steel Claws and turned warily. Sure enough, that man had caught up.
Blackbeard wanted no unnecessary trouble, but he was no coward. He had just readied himself to fight when Ye Chen swept past him like a gust of wind.
Blackbeard froze, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. "So it was a misunderstanding. Good thing he didn't provoke me, or he might have caused trouble for what I'm about to do."
Blackbeard was about to move on when two women came running up behind him. One casual glance made his eyes light up. Then he stood there staring, and before long his breathing had grown heavy.
One woman's blue hair streamed behind her; the other's black hair fluttered lightly. The blue-haired woman was petite and pretty, with large, bright eyes. Even her thick winter clothes could not hide her graceful figure.
The other woman was alluring, with the poised beauty of a mature, intelligent woman. She wore purple, and her figure was just as striking. Her captivating eyes held a mysterious, distant look, as though warning others not to come too close. That only stirred Blackbeard more.
Blackbeard was not only ambitious; he was lecherous too. But he quickly calmed himself, reluctantly tore his gaze