Drunkard Jot raised a huge barrel and gulped down its contents. The sharp reek of alcohol spread at once, leaving the nearby ambushers dizzy and nearly knocking them flat.
Jot glanced around and muttered, "What a bunch of fools looking to die. I should be able to kill them all. Puh-puh-puh..."
His laugh was strange, and his eyes held a mocking disdain, as though he took none of them seriously.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. Someone had appeared in front of him without warning: Trafalgar Law.
At the same moment, a huge dome enclosed everything within a hundred meters.
Jot looked Trafalgar Law up and down, his expression turning a little more serious. "The Surgeon of Death—Trafalgar Law!"
Law slowly drew Kikoku and met his gaze. A cold smile touched his handsome face. "You still haven't grasped the situation? Today is the day Blackbeard goes down. Starting tomorrow, he'll no longer have a place among the Four Emperors!"
Trafalgar Law spoke with calm confidence. Jot shook his head, the drink clearing from his mind a little, but he didn't believe Blackbeard could be brought down so easily.
"You're too naive. You're the ones who don't understand the situation. Don't forget, Big Mom's people won't let you off either!" Shiryu had betrayed them, and Giant Battleship and Luo Lin had been defeated, but with Big Mom's crew helping them, Jot didn't believe Ye Chen's side would have the last laugh.
Trafalgar Law shook his head lightly. "I don't know where you get your confidence." A cold flash followed his words as he swept his blade toward Jot's waist. Jot hastily stepped back and raised the barrel in front of him.
Bang!
The barrel split in two, spilling the liquor left inside everywhere. Jot paid it no mind. He lunged forward, driving off