"One piece of flesh for every hair, then just now..."
Vasco Shot stood frozen in place, fine beads of sweat seeping from his sausage-like nose. His drunken haze vanished in an instant.
As one of the notorious, vicious pirates with a reputation even in the New World,
there was no way he wouldn't recognize this Marine monster-the man who had shattered the sky and cut down Golden Lion!
Shot's bleary eyes went wide. He glanced sideways, staring fixedly at the black blade wreathed in pale particles in Gern's hand.
Gern didn't answer. He raised his eyes, and his Conqueror's Haki surged toward Shot like a tide.
Wood chips on the deck began moving without any wind, giving off faint cracking sounds.
Cold sweat slid from Shot's forehead down his cheeks.
"W-wait!" Then he slowly, abruptly raised both hands. His wine jug clattered onto the deck. "I surrender! I give up!"
"Look..." His voice trembled with fear as he forced a fawning smile onto his fat face. "I'm just a drunken idiot.
That was all a misunderstanding. I was just..." He swallowed, then suddenly turned and opened his mouth to spray.
"Booze-Booze: Booze Mist Fountain!"
"Pffft-" He pounded his stomach, spewing an enormous cloud of alcoholic mist from his mouth that instantly engulfed the entire deck.
The pungent alcohol stung their eyes shut, and the thick white mist completely obscured their vision.
"Hahaha! Thanks for the warship, Marine!" Shot's laughter rang out from the mist, accompanied by a dull thump.
His massive body leaped with astonishing agility, springing toward Gern's warship!
"Heh." A cold smile curled Gern's lips at the sight. He showed no intention of pursuing him.
Shot was gloating in midair when he suddenly felt a chill.
He instinctively looked up, and his pupils contracted sharply. "Fuck, it's Sakazuki!"