Inside Gern's office at G-10 Base.
Gern looked at Bullet, who had returned travel-worn from a patrol, and casually asked,
"Did you run into that Sweet Commander from the Big Mom Pirates, Charlotte Snack, when you went out to take over the island this time? Did you fight?
I only just heard from Tesoro that Big Mom had high hopes for the dessert specialties from Sweetberry Town on that island."
"Fight? With that piece of trash?" At Gern's question, Bullet's brows furrowed over his vicious face.
An undisguised sneer appeared, his tone dripping with contempt. "Hmph. If he'd dared linger for even a moment, or shown the slightest intention of fighting,
I'd have brought his head back as a trophy and hung it at the base entrance by now!"
Gern did not doubt Bullet's words in the slightest.
As G-10's sphere of influence expanded by the day, routine patrols and peacekeeping duties grew with it.
Apart from Tesoro, who mainly handled the economy and internal coordination, the other core members all had to take turns going out.
And whenever Bullet's turn came, any pirates who provoked him or stood in his way had virtually no chance of surviving.
More often than not, all that remained were the heads he twisted off and brought back as proof of "mission accomplished."
Seeing Gern tap his fingers lightly against his desk, seemingly deep in thought, Bullet, for some reason, instinctively offered another explanation-something he almost never did.
"That guy... spotted my ship from a distance and turned straight around."
As he spoke, he seemed to feel that this made him sound as though he had failed his mission, so he added, "And he ran pretty fast. Chasing him down would've been a hassle."
"Hmm?" A clear flicker of surprise crossed Gern's eyes when