Cooperation

"Bullet, a former member of the Roger Pirates—the man whose strength at sixteen already rivaled Rayleigh at his peak!"

Blackbeard immediately frowned. "Bullet?"

"Why is that guy here?"

"I don't know, but I'm certain it's him. That beastlike aura couldn't possibly be mistaken," Van Augur said.

"You've seen him before?" Burgess asked.

He had never even heard of Bullet. If they were talking about Roger or Rayleigh, perhaps he would know who they were.

"Yes. We passed him in Impel Down," Van Augur recalled.

His expression actually grew somewhat tense. He did not know whether it was because they had just locked eyes.

"We should retreat!" Blackbeard said.

"It's too late. Fog has already begun spreading across the island. For the time being, we'll be like headless flies, running around blindly," Van Augur analyzed.

"Besides, someone has to hold that monster back."

Blackbeard, Burgess, Lafitte, and Doc Q all turned their gazes toward Van Augur again.

"This..." he said helplessly.

The last time Swain had pursued them, he had also sacrificed himself to buy time. Though Swain had ultimately failed to catch up with them.

But they couldn't expect him to step forward every single time, could they?

He was already quite dissatisfied with Blackbeard's habit of running away whenever danger appeared.

However, before they could make a decision, Bullet had already arrived in front of them.

"Well, well, well. Who are these rats? They're not exactly small, either!" Bullet spoke, the veins on his neck bulging.

Under the darkness, his eyes revealed a hunter's red gaze. He looked overwhelmingly intimidating.

Whoosh!

His speed was ghostlike, making his figure impossible to see clearly.

"Spread out!" Blackbeard ordered.

"Heh heh, too late!" Bullet laughed.

Blackbeard hurriedly surrounded his body with the black mist of the Dark-Dark Fruit. The moment Bullet attacked,