The Red Hair Pirates, aboard the Red Force.
"Shanks, where are we going next?
The World Government won't let us off so easily."
Benn Beckman spoke with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Heh, so what if it's the World Government? It's just CP.
Let them come!"
Lucky Roux tore off a large bite of meat, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.
At those words, the other crew members looked either excited or disdainful.
Benn Beckman shook his head and said:
"CP isn't much trouble.
The problem is, if the Marines get involved, things won't be so fun anymore.
Remember, they've got that monster in their ranks."
Even Benn Beckman felt a headache and a pang of dread when he thought of that figure.
Anyone else would have been fine.
They weren't particularly afraid of anyone at the Admiral level.
Besides, even if they couldn't win, they could run.
Even if they couldn't run, their opponent might slack off on the job.
But that man was the problem!
Not only was he incredibly strong, he was also fucking fast!
Worst of all, he was utterly merciless toward pirates. He killed without hesitation.
Hearing that, the others reined in their expressions.
Their faces all turned grave.
Honestly, they wouldn't have been afraid even if they were told to attack one of the current Emperors.
But that monster had been capable of grinding an Emperor into the dirt years ago.
And he was a genius to begin with.
Although even the slightest improvement was difficult for someone at the pinnacle of strength,
there was absolutely no way that monster had spent these past few years making no progress!
Everyone looked at Shanks.
After all, the captain had the final say.
Shanks stood at the bow, holding a fruit.
He hefted it