The Price

This stirred up the Fish-Men's enthusiasm as well.

"I... I want to join."

"Count me in too."

"I'm not good at fighting, but I can help with patrols."

Just then, that irritating voice rang out again.

"Mr. Tiger, you still haven't answered my question. Are you trying to avoid it?"

Tiger was genuinely a little annoyed this time, but he still answered.

"Avoid it? Why would I? Whoever dares cause trouble on Fish-Man Island, I'll educate them with these Iron Fists."

"But what if someone is stronger than you, Mr. Tiger? Besides, you're a pirate now—and the navigator of a human pirate crew. One day, you'll leave Fish-Man Island for the New World. When that happens, what will ordinary people like us do after you leave?"

The one who answered that question wasn't Tiger, but another voice.

"Then leave it to me!"

To be honest, the voice wasn't loud.

Yet at that moment, it seemed to echo beside everyone's ears. Everyone on Fish-Man Island heard it.

"Who was that?"

"Who's speaking?"

Everyone looked around in surprise, searching for the source of the voice.

Just then, someone seemed to notice something and exclaimed in surprise.

"Everyone, look! There's someone on the screen!"

Everyone's eyes were instantly drawn over, and they saw two burly human figures standing at the edge atop the enormous screen.

One was a human man with fiery red hair and two long swords at his waist. Sitting there, he rested his chin on one hand and looked down at everyone.

Beside him stood another human man with a head of golden hair, holding a Golden Staff in his hand.

At that moment, the hooded man recognized the two figures without needing anyone to explain. Feeling their gazes fall upon him, he instinctively realized he had to flee.

"Who