"Strong Crossbow" Alfred

Hulk's battle had yet to end, and Aeneas had also headed to South Street in Central Circle Street to carry out the next phase of the operation.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, who had just been captured, had not given up searching for any clues related to Rami.

With Obi-Wan's strength, even if Hunter Base had other unknown helpers, there was no way they could have taken him down so easily—if it had not been for Rami, Obi-Wan would have made Hunter Base pay a painful price.

But a small lack of patience would ruin great plans. So, along the way, Obi-Wan endured the sarcastic taunts and even the punches and kicks from his former comrades. He merely remembered every petty villain who had kicked him while he was down, waiting for the right time to erupt!

Not yet! Obi-Wan stared grimly at someone who spat in his face, remaining silent. This isn't the way to the cells. Where are they taking me?

Though puzzled, Obi-Wan still did not resist. He obediently followed without a word, and those mocking him soon found it boring and stopped pushing their luck.

Before long, Obi-Wan learned the answer.

They arrived in an empty corridor high up in the building. The decorations here were exceptionally luxurious, a place Obi-Wan had never seen before. They stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor.

"What is this place?" Obi-Wan could not help asking, but his escorts ignored him. They merely knocked on the door, left him there, and departed.

Then the door opened, yet no one stood behind it.

Obi-Wan stepped inside and found the interior even more magnificently furnished. Murals covered the walls, carpets lay across the floor, and every inch within sight contained something that could be called a treasure.

Just who was the owner of this room?

As far as Obi-Wan remembered, no such person existed.

However, by the window on the other side of the room stood an armchair and a table with their backs to the door. Resting on the table was a strange weapon, shaped like a crossbow frame and sharp as a blade. Five powerful bolts lay within it, sending chills down his spine.

"That is..." Obi-Wan's eyes widened. He knew this unique weapon all too well. "Strong Crossbow!"

Just as Obi-Wan stared in shock, the armchair suddenly turned around.

A white-haired man with his right eye covered by black cloth appeared. Deep wrinkles lined his face, making him seem advanced in years, yet his body was exceptionally robust. He sat quietly in his chair, as if he had been waiting for Obi-Wan for a long time.

"You're here." The man looked calmly at Obi-Wan as he slowly poured himself a cup of tea. "Come, sit and have some tea."

The man pointed to another chair beside him, indicating that Obi-Wan could sit down.

Though he wore handcuffs, they did not stop Obi-Wan from using both hands to lift the cup and drink tea—but getting free of those cuffs would be rather difficult, because they were no ordinary handcuffs.

"Seastone handcuffs?" Obi-Wan tried to lift the cup, only to find it extremely awkward. Looking somewhat ridiculous, he simply set the cup down without drinking.

"I'm not a Devil Fruit user. Is there really a need to be so wary of me?" Obi-Wan looked at the old man, his gaze inscrutable yet full of doubt—he wondered why the man sitting across from him was here.

Because this man was the founder of Tinos's Hunter Organization!

"'Strong Crossbow'—Alfred!" Obi-Wan faced Alfred directly.

"You still remember me, my dear disciple!" Alfred took a light sip of tea, revealing an expression of enjoyment. "Tea may be bitter, but its flavor is all the richer for it!"

But he had called Obi-Wan his disciple?

Obi-Wan was actually Alfred's disciple?

"Weren't you already dead?" Obi-Wan showed no joy at being called a disciple, because he did not acknowledge this murderous lunatic as his master. "And now you're working for the Navy?"

Alfred merely smiled faintly without answering, which was as good as an admission.

"So that's how it is..." Obi-Wan had always thought he had been framed, that his former comrades had betrayed him—selling him out purely for profit.

But now, it seemed that was not the case.

Because the former Hunter King—"Strong Crossbow" Alfred—was involved!

"So you're doing this to avenge what happened back then?" Obi-Wan looked at Alfred. "How exactly did you survive?"

"Thanks to your naivety. If you hadn't shown mercy back then and left me to fend for myself, I wouldn't have returned here to claim your life!" Alfred raised his crossbow sword—a strange weapon that combined a crossbow and a sword.

It could fire devastating crossbow bolts from afar, and it could also be wielded as a close-range weapon to slash at enemies.

Obi-Wan fell silent as memories flooded his mind.

Four years ago, when he left the Dunhold Family, his purpose had not truly been to return home to visit relatives—in truth, Obi-Wan had no name and no family. Before receiving the surname Dunhold, he had simply been called Obi-Wan, an orphan.

He had grown up in Tinos and had been forced by the former Hunter Base to become a pirate hunter.

At the time, Hunter Base's leader had been Alfred.

Although Alfred appeared gentle and refined, he was actually an exceedingly cruel and deranged killer!

All the companions who had grown up alongside Obi-Wan had not died during forced missions. Instead, they had died under Alfred's twisted punishments—at the time, every pirate hunter had to hand all of their earnings over to the organization.

To ensure those profits, Alfred came up with an inhuman idea.

He would raise expendable loyalists from childhood and brainwash them without end!

Obi-Wan had been one of those pitiable children.

Later, Obi-Wan had been able to leave the Hunter Organization because Antonidas, the head of the Dunhold Family, had saved him—the two were close in age, but Antonidas had perceived the tiny trace of goodness still remaining in Obi-Wan's heart.

It was precisely because that trace of goodness had been discovered that Obi-Wan finally gathered the courage to break free from the Hunter Organization.

But after hearing of more and more companions dying horribly, Obi-Wan could no longer sit idly by—he knew that the companions who had trained and grown up with him all had feelings!

They were not tools for Alfred to use!

So as not to implicate the Dunhold Family, Obi-Wan left alone, intending to kill the "master" who had trained him for ten years—Alfred!

Unexpectedly, his departure had instead spared him from dying in the massacre that wiped out the Dunhold Family.

Obi-Wan soon succeeded, cornering Alfred with no way out. He then became the new leader of the Hunter Organization and immediately abolished all its twisted brainwashing training policies.

As a result, many people's interests were harmed. Until not long ago, when news of Obi-Wan's connection to the Dunhold Family was exposed, those people finally found leverage against him.

Alfred, who had luckily survived back then, had also been quietly biding his time, waiting for a chance to exact his revenge!

Thus, what happened afterward became clear. Under Alfred's lead, the Hunter Organization struck a deal with the Navy branch. They only needed to provide some people as support, while Alfred himself was responsible for directing the operation.

Unfortunately, Obi-Wan escaped the first time, and they only captured a little girl.

What Alfred had not expected was that this little girl could actually lure Obi-Wan into turning himself in.

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