Absalom

The old fish-man kept his mouth shut and led his granddaughter aside to hide.

Just now, he had sensed an aura from Swain, as if he were being watched by a colossal beast of the deep sea.

This was a powerful man!

The leader realized it too.

Trying to put on a brave front, he said, "I'm one of East King's men. You'd better..."

Before he could finish, Swain's gaze swept toward him.

His body instantly felt as though it had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling all over. He gathered his courage and looked Swain over, spotting the emblem of a yellow pirate flag on the hem of his shirt.

"Norton?" Swain snorted.

There was only one person on the entire island who could call East King by his full name like that!

How could he still not understand after that snort? Realizing who stood before him, he hurriedly dropped to his knees, stammering nonstop, "Y-yes... this lowly one... I... I failed to recognize you!"

Swain did not want to waste time with them and simply said, "Get lost!"

His words were law. The three men did not dare delay and immediately dropped to the ground and began rolling away.

"Remember to take better care of this restaurant. The next time I come, I don't want to see it this deserted!"

The three stopped rolling, nodding furiously like pecking chickens.

"Th-thank you, sir!" The old fish-man pulled his granddaughter along as he thanked him.

To drive away the local bullies of this area so easily meant that this man either had power or strength.

Either way, it was always good to get closer to him.

After all.

With what Swain had just said, business would surely be much better than before.

The girl did not understand as much as