Pero found an empty seat and sat down, casually pushing Kizaru into the chair opposite him.
He waved at the restaurant's one-legged owner.
"Boss, don't just stand there. I'm only here for a meal."
Seeing this, the diners around them no longer dared to keep eating.
After all, they had seen "Ironhead" Gin's reaction as he jumped into the sea perfectly clearly.
This was a monster with an eight-billion bounty!
He had taken down Marine Admiral Akainu in an instant.
Someone like that could probably blow their entire ship away with a breath.
Before Pero noticed them,
they all rushed outside, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be left in the restaurant-in pieces.
In an instant, the entire Baratie fell silent.
Apart from Pero and Kizaru,
only the cooks remained, staring at Pero with fear in their eyes.
Red-Leg Zeff looked up at the empty restaurant.
Then he looked down at the spilled dishes and drinks on the floor, his mustache trembling with heartache.
"Hey, you!" Zeff waved the spatula in his hand. "I'm trying to run a business here, and the moment you show up, all my customers run off! Who's going to pay for my losses?!"
He no longer cared about being afraid and launched straight into a tirade at Pero.
Beside him, a hint of amusement appeared on Kizaru's sleazy face as he watched the show.
He picked up an untouched dinner roll from the table, tore little pieces off it, and put them into his mouth.
Pero raised an eyebrow. Heh, this old man's interesting.
At a time like this, he's still thinking about making money instead of his own life?
"All right, old man." Pero swept a hand across his waist and pulled out a small burlap sack filled with