Kalifa's Intuition

Early the next morning, Water 7 returned to its usual bustle and clamor. Thanks to its exceptionally developed shipbuilding industry, it attracted a large number of outsiders from all over the world.

Most of them had come to repair or commission ships, and quite a few of them were pirates.

But whether they were pirates or anyone else, all outsiders dared not cause trouble here and obediently followed the local rules. The reason was simple: there was a group of shipwrights here who were not only highly skilled, but also extremely powerful.

Of course, that strength only applied to ordinary pirates in Paradise. In Oak's eyes, everyone on the island was an ant. With a sweep of his Observation Haki, he found no one worth fighting. Everyone's presence, including those few from Cipher Pol No. 9, was more or less the same; without careful scrutiny, he could not even distinguish their precise strengths.

Whether ordinary people, pirates, or Cipher Pol No. 9 agents, they were all people he could kill in droves with a single stomp. They were all ants—merely large ants and small ants. There was no real difference.

He walked down the street, refreshed and full of energy. Nami, Robin, and Perona followed behind him.

Nami and Robin were all right, their complexions fairly good, but Perona looked listless and overexerted. She trudged down the street weakly, her steps unsteady.

The reason she was like this was all because of last night...

"You animal!"

The little girl glared resentfully at Oak. This man simply did not treat her like a person.

Oak felt not the slightest guilt. Instead, he flicked her on the forehead.

"Isn't it because your fighting ability is too weak? Who else can you blame?"

"Look at Nami and Robin. They endured even more than