Demolitionist Wendigo

"The Marines are about to strike back."

"But we don't know who they're after."

Several Navy Warships had slipped out to sea, led by Admiral "Day Tiger" Davis.

Word of this quietly reached Hades.

He was in a tavern.

He gently swirled a glass of red wine. None of the pirates around him dared come close.

After the battle on Kent Island, Hades's bounty had reached 120 million Beli.

Titan's bounty stood at 100 million Beli.

The two had made their names, rising to fame by defeating a Marine Vice Admiral.

Most pirates dared not provoke them. The few who had tried to use them as stepping stones now had their corpses hanging outside the door.

Hades was curious which unlucky bastard the Marines had set their sights on.

If they were making a move, they must be confident of success.

After all, the Marines held both the intelligence and the initiative. They could assign their forces to match the target.

Surprises like Hades were exceedingly rare.

As for the Rocks Pirates' reaction to the news, there was none. They had no idea whom the Marines intended to target.

The Rocks Pirates were built to take the initiative. They were terribly inefficient at mounting a defense.

Besides, without knowing the target, they could only stumble around blindly.

Pirates had little patience for that. Worse, bonds between members of the Rocks Pirates were few and far between.

Who would risk a clash with the Marines for a pirate who meant nothing to them?

Hades didn't care. He and Titan had been heading for Hachinosu all along. In roughly five days, they would reach the Rocks Pirates' headquarters.

"Let's go, Titan."

A black cloak covered Hades's body, while an eerie scythe rested diagonally across his back. He looked like the Grim Reaper