Jack the Drought frowned at the sight.
His eyes were filled with disgust.
To Jack the Drought and his companions, Marco and the others were nothing but a bunch of meddlesome fools.
This had nothing to do with them, yet they insisted on sticking their noses in!
Page One snorted beside him. "A bunch of fools who don't know their own limits!"
"Do you really think we wouldn't dare fight you here?"
Holdem gave a scornful chuckle and said casually, "Sure, Mr. Kaido told us not to cause trouble."
"But he also told us to fight back if someone pushed us around!"
"Anyone who dares stop us from completing our mission, no matter who they are..."
"We'll just kill them all!"
The lion's head at Holdem's waist opened its bloody maw, its expression savage and cruel.
Sheepshead, who had always been more cautious, said nothing this time and quietly drew his sword.
He had been urging Jack the Drought and the others not to act rashly.
But that did not mean he was a coward who feared trouble.
Once trouble truly came their way, he would still strike without hesitation!
Scotch lightly twirled the revolver in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Another sharpshooter with a death wish!"
"These days, everyone thinks they're the best shot in the world."
"Why don't you take a good look at yourself before you run your mouth?"
Jack the Drought and the others were not frightened by Marco's group and their threats.
On the contrary, those threats had only riled them up.
Jack the Drought sneered and cackled. "Marco, don't think we're pushovers."
"Some people might fear your Whitebeard Pirates, but we don't."
"If you want to stop us from entering Blackwater Valley, show us what you've got."
"If you try to act