The Eleventh Private Car

"Do you call yourselves qualified wives when you let him suffer such severe injuries right before your eyes!?"

In a room on Punk Hazard, Hancock glared fiercely at the women standing before her with their heads bowed. Haki radiated from her involuntarily.

This was her first time meeting the other women beside Lucas, and she had immediately launched into an unabashed scolding.

The women who had been present when Ochoku grievously wounded Lucas had pale faces, their clenched fingers digging deeply into their palms.

The scene from that time still replayed in their minds. Now that Hancock had struck their sore spot, they could only lower their heads in shame, unable to refute her.

"Hey! You're the newcomer here, so stop acting like the boss!"

A clear, furious shout shattered the oppressive atmosphere. Yamato stood to the side of the group with her arms crossed. She had already harbored misgivings about this woman who had suddenly appeared, and seeing her act so arrogantly made that inexplicable dislike grow like weeds. She could not help speaking up.

"Huh? As Lucas's most beloved woman, I'm naturally the highest-ranking one too. Why can't I be the boss?"

Hancock's brows shot up. An inexplicable fury surged from the depths of her heart to the top of her head, and she immediately retorted without backing down.

Those involved were blinded, while outsiders saw clearly.

Lucas let out a quiet sigh.

The two women might not have known the source of their mutual loathing, but he saw it clearly. It was the instinctive repulsion between possessors of Conqueror's Haki, like like poles of magnets repelling each other.

Whether it was Gaban regarding himself as the second-in-command of the Roger Pirates, or the endless bickering between Zoro and Sanji, both proved this point.

Seeing the tension between