Igaram watched Rubick and Nami chat as casually as if they were discussing dinner. "You two, Baroque Works isn't an ordinary organization," he warned them.
Rubick picked up where he left off. "They kill, burn, and commit every crime imaginable. Sometimes they act as Pirates, sometimes as Bounty Hunters. Their boss goes by Mr. 0, and his partner is Miss All Sunday. I know more about them than you do."
Vivi stared at him in surprise. "Uncle, how do you know so much? Our country lost many lives just to learn a little about them. Also, let me go!"
Igaram hurriedly said, "Princess Vivi, these people have agreed to protect you. They may be Pirates, but right now, we have no one else we can trust."
Rubick set Vivi and Karoo down. "Don't worry. Your life is worth a billion. We'll take good care of you."
Nami frowned. "Is Baroque Works easy to deal with?"
"Relax. It'll be a breeze," Rubick assured her. "Two years ago, I had to look up to their boss. Now I can take him on. Nami, you can start thinking about how to spend that billion."
"Wow!"
Nami clasped her hands together, her eyes turning into gold coins. "I'll buy clothes, shoes, and bags!"
Vivi looked at her, then whispered to Igaram, "Our country doesn't have that much money."
"We'll worry about that later."
Rubick smiled without a word. Money didn't interest him. "Hey, Zoro, Sanji. Need a hand?"
"Hmph. Who are you looking down on?"
Sanji's cigarette had burned halfway down. His body was covered in wounds, and his usually immaculate suit was wrinkled and torn in several places.
"I've found his weakness. I'll finish him before this Cigarette burns out."
Zoro had also put away two of his swords. Gripping the Wado Ichimonji