Of course, many civilians also complained to the Navy, but the Navy's attitude was ambiguous. They would give a perfunctory response and then nothing more. This is why, although Pirate Hunter are also fighting pirates, their reputation is not good.
Many of them were corrupted by pirates like Satan. Zoro, who hadn't yet joined the Straw Hat Pirates, was a good guy. He went to sea to find Mihawk and practice his Hawk-Eye along the way. He only targeted pirates when he was short of money. He was a well-known Pirate Hunter in the East Blue.
However, Zoro's reputation is not good. He is known as a vicious Pirate Hunter by Koby, and many civilians are terrified of him. The root cause is that other Pirate Hunter have ruined the reputation of this profession.
Of course, the Navy's leniency also played a role. Those Pirate Hunter, relying on their usefulness to the Navy, committed many minor and major misdeeds, but all of them were tolerated by the Navy.
Life at sea is boring and tedious, for pirates and Pirate Hunter alike. Once they land on an island, they naturally do things to amuse themselves.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a crime. Pirates commit evil without any scruples, and Pirate Hunter commit evil within the limits of the Navy's tolerance. Of course, Pirate Hunter cross the line will be classified as pirates. At that time, in the eyes of the Navy, they are more harmful than beneficial!
So, no one dared to use the spikes when Satan openly forced the two girls. The Navy didn't care, ordinary people didn't dare to interfere, and some righteous people weren't strong enough. This resulted in no woman who was targeted by Satan being able to escape his clutches; they were all ruined by him.
When Vic was in the Navy, he never paid attention to this kind of thing, so he didn't know Satan, this bounty hunter with some strength. Now he could only sense the man's malice.
"Were you waiting for me?"
Vic glanced at the large hand that was very close to the two girls' necks and asked, regardless of whether this person was there to take his life, he would not let go of someone who used their strength to force and humiliate women, especially in front of him.
"That's right! Vic, the traitor to the Navy! I came back to Paradise this time for your bounty, and luckily, I ran into you first!"
If you know what's good for you, come with us, and you'll still have your life. The Navy might not execute you, but if you resist... you should know your bounty is for life or death, so I don't mind stretching my muscles a bit!
Satan, hearing Vic's question, replied smugly, his hands, which had stopped moving, began to rub together again, as if the person before him was already his for the taking, at his mercy.
There are too many self-righteous people in this world who want to align themselves with any opponent. Satan may have some brains, but he's too clever for his own good and hasn't considered what if those reports were true.
Does he think that if he can't do it, no one else can? Greed has clouded his judgment, and his long-term trampling on the weak has made him arrogant. Meeting Vic today is not his good fortune, but perhaps justice delayed!
"Oh! So you think you can take me on? Let them go!"
When Vic heard the words "naval traitor," he showed no emotional reaction. He had completely let go of it. Just like the old man said, one should live in the present and not dwell on the past. What he cared about most now were those two girls; their vibrant lives were more important than anything else.
"What? You still want to resist? You can't even protect yourself and you're still thinking about others. You haven't shaken off your naval habits yet, have you? Hahaha! What if I don't let you go?"
Hearing Vic's words, Satan laughed in anger, but he quickly suppressed his smile and gave Vic a bloodthirsty look, appearing extremely fierce. His hands continued to roam over the girls' bodies, causing the two girls to show expressions of both disgust and fear.
"Then die!"
With a whisper, Vic suddenly unleashed a black and red, irregularly shaped Inazuma bolt from his body, instantly striking Satan's forehead.
Before Satan could react, he felt as if his brain had been hit by a heavy hammer. The intense dizziness almost made him fall to the ground. He had completely forgotten where he came from, what he wanted to do, and where he was going.
He felt like he was walking on clouds, swaying and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. But before his body could even collapse, a Black Blade pierced through his brow and emerged from the back of his head, pinning his body in place as he was about to fall.
The whole process took less than 0.1 seconds. No one at the scene could see how Vic did it. By the time they saw Vic, he was already standing in front of Satan with Black Blade piercing his brain.
Satan only had a brief moment of lucidity before he saw Vic standing there with a knife in his hand. Judging from the angle of the knife, he realized that his head had been pierced, and then he died!
"Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Ignoring the gasps of the crowd, Vic spoke to the stunned girls, his voice reaching their very souls, sending a shiver down their spines. Only then did they remember to stay away from Satan's corpse, and before the onlookers could react, they ran out of the tavern.
Although the people outside the tavern were not quite sober, they instinctively made way for each other, as if not making way would not end well.
After the two women left, the scene remained silent. Only the sound of someone pouring wine could be heard. He was so stunned that he had completely forgotten that he was pouring wine. The wine glass was already full, and the overflowing wine had flowed down the outside of the glass onto the table, and then dripped onto the floor, making a dripping sound.
"How many more people are here because of my bounty? You can all come at me together."
Vic drew the knife from Satan's brow, turned around, and said these words. The silence was broken by the sound of Satan's corpse falling behind him, accompanied by the clatter of bottles, plates, and chairs. But after the silence, no one spoke.
Vic only heard a lot of swallowing sounds reaching his ears. He simply flicked the red and white substance off his knife, sheathed it, walked to the bar, grabbed an upside-down glass, poured himself a drink, took a sip, and glanced around, as if encouraging everyone to join in.
The onlookers didn't see this as encouragement; they only felt that those indifferent eyes reflected only death. Those with ill intentions were already terrified and fled the tavern in a panic, as if it had become a den of dragons and tigers.
The civilians, who had ulterior motives and were just there to watch the spectacle, didn't leave either. They had all witnessed Vic 'Vic actions and roughly understood his character, knowing that even if he wasn't a Marine now, he wouldn't harm them.
As for those with other motives, they are still observing, knowing that Vic won't act easily and that any action he takes will be targeted.
"What? Everyone's chickened out? Is there anyone who hasn't run away? I'm still worth quite a bit, doesn't anyone want to give it a try? Maybe I'll succeed."