Oh No! He'd Picked a Fight with the Wrong People

When he saw the Freedom furl its sails and slowly glide toward him, understanding flashed through his eyes.

They were telling him to come

on over without fear.

Standing on the White Horse Statue's back, he frowned. Anger flashed across his face.

"Do you really look down on me that much?"

A-Luo had made him sense danger when he aimed at him earlier, but it had not felt fatal.

"What makes you so confident you can welcome me like this?"

Clink—!

He stood straight on the White Horse Statue's back and sheathed his sword. Facing the sea breeze and riding the waves, he stared at the approaching Freedom, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Silver Hair... your fame will be mine."

Before long, the two ships met amid the rising and falling waves.

Compared to Cavendish's ship, the Freedom was naturally small.

Standing on the White Horse Statue's back, Cavendish looked down with an air of superiority.

He glanced first at A-Luo. This was the man who had made him sense danger earlier. He must be the Silver Hair Crew's Sniper!

But Cavendish did not linger on A-Luo. Ignoring everyone else, he looked straight at Kuta.

The moment this guy had appeared, he had stolen Cavendish's headlines.

Hmm! He really is handsome, but he's still not quite as handsome as me.

Seeing Kuta in person did surprise him a little. But with Cavendish's vanity, how could he ever admit Kuta was better-looking?

So he pulled a rose from who knew where, held it between his teeth, and struck a pose on the White Horse Statue's back.

"Hmm!"

Kuta looked up at Cavendish. Seeing how shamelessly he showed off in the sunlight, the corner of Kuta's mouth twitched.

He took a swig of wine and called up to him. "Hey, you