Not Even Moo Could Compare

"I've heard that the Mink Tribe lives in a mysterious land called Zou."

The Fish-Man showed no sign of tension; instead, they seemed to have spotted a rare creature, constantly commenting on Lycaon.

Lycaon hated being called "dog head" the most. Right under the noses of a group of Fish-Man, he instantly appeared in front of one of Fish-Man with superhuman dynamic vision.

The Fish-Man didn't even understand what was happening. By the time he realized something was wrong, he was already being held by the neck and lifted into the air.

"Ugh!?" He gripped Lycaon's wrist tightly, trying to break free.

But in a contest of strength, he was utterly defeated, unable to even budge the slightest inch.

"How is this possible! Our Fish-Man Race have more than ten times the strength of humans. Who is this guy?"

"Hey, you brat, let go of Hyde!"

The surrounding Fish-Man glared angrily.

Lycaon ignored him, his mouth twisting into a bloodthirsty grin, revealing his vicious nature as he said:

"Tell me, should I roast you or steam you? Huh? Say something!"

You're choking me, how can I say anything? I can apologize... The Fish-Man's face turned red, he had difficulty breathing and gradually began to lack oxygen, so his struggles became more and more intense.

He threw punches at Lycaon and kicked wildly, but it all seemed like a girlfriend's coquettishness; she appeared incredibly weak in the face of the strong man's bullying.

"Stop playing."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the gate.

The Fish-Man were startled and turned around to look, only to discover that there was another uninvited guest.

"Yes, Captain."

Lycaon dropped his intimidating stance, cleanly snapped the Fish-Man's neck, and sent him to meet his ancestors.

Then, he turned around and attacked the nearest Fish-Man without saying a word.

The scene was a complete one-sided massacre; every time Lycaon swung his claws, he took the life of a Fish-Man.

His killings possessed their own aesthetic; when reaping the lives of others, not a single drop of blood stained his body except for his claws.

Screams erupted as the Fish-Man scattered and fled.

Beside the outdoor swimming pool.

Arlong leaned back in his sun lounger, his face extremely grim. He suddenly crushed the bottle in his hand and roared:

Who exactly are you? What grudge do I have against you?

There's no grudge between us.

Dimon answered softly, and walked towards the other person at a leisurely pace.

"Since we have no enmity, and I don't even know you, why...?"

Arlong suddenly stopped speaking, staring intently at Dimon's mask, a name gradually surfacing in his mind. He cried out in a trembling voice:

"The Seven Deadly Sins, Big Eye!?"

His infamous reputation has even reached the East Blue... Dimon silently complained to himself, then smiled gently and said:

"Do you have some misunderstanding about this world, Arlong the Fish-Man? Most of the time, killing isn't driven by hatred, but by self-interest."

Arlong suddenly stood up, veins bulging on his forehead:

"What benefit do I have for you?! For a mere 20 million bounty? If you want money, I can give it to you, just make your men stop!"

Despite the Seven Deadly Sins' infamous reputation, even when attacked and his men were being slaughtered, he, as captain, maintained a minimum level of rationality.

He felt it was worth discussing!

What you have is unimportant to me; not having you is very important to me.

Dimon shook his head slightly, drew his Famous Sword, Shusui, from his waist, pointed the blade downwards, and released his grip on the hilt in front of Arlong.

What is this guy doing?

A flicker of doubt crossed Arlong's mind. Judging from the appearance of the sword he carried, his opponent was undoubtedly a swordsman. But if a swordsman discarded his sword, would he resort to his fists?

The answer to the question will be revealed in the next instant.

Before the sword slipped from his hand hit the ground, it suddenly changed direction and shot towards him.

Arlong felt a flash of black light before his eyes, and then he saw himself—a headless body, standing stiffly in place, with a jet of blood spurting from the wound on his neck.

I was attacked? When? What happened?

The doubts in his heart gradually turned into fear, and a ferocious expression appeared on Arlong's head. Finally, he fell to the edge of the pool with a splash.

Dimon a flick of his wrist, Shusui flew back into his palm.

"Don't behead next time, the blood will splatter everywhere."

"Yes, Master."

The sword vibrated with Shusui, expressing its pleasure. As a weapon of slaughter, it craved blood, but unfortunately, its master rarely used it in battle.

Dimon flicked the blood off the sword and slowly sheathed Shusui.

At the same time, Lycaon also completed the annihilation of the Arlong Pirates in just twenty seconds, with not a single Fish-Man left standing.

"Master, several jumped into the sea and escaped." Lycaon shook his paw, licked the blood off it, and spat, "Even the blood tastes fishy."

You know that, yet you still lick it? You just have to take a lick anyway... Dimon was speechless. He couldn't help but think of some silly villains who, despite using poisoned weapons, liked to lick them to show their ferocity.

"Fine, they've run away, so be it. They weren't all the members here anyway."

Dimon's gaze swept across the messy scene, but he didn't see the familiar Octopus Hachi. He could only say that the guy was lucky to be alive.

"Shouldn't we just leave them be?" Lycaon squatted by the pool, washing his paws with seawater. "What if they come back and retaliate against the villagers?"

These Fish-Man were as fragile as chicks in his presence, but to the villagers of Cocoyasi Village, they were an invincible and powerful force.

"What do we care if those villagers live or die?"

Dimon shook his head. He wasn't here to be a savior, so why should he care so much?

Besides, what good are those villagers anyway?

After Arlong arrived here, he received about 25 million Beli in head tax every month. Based on 100,000 for adults and 50,000 for children, the entire Cocoyasi Village had about two or three hundred people.

With so many people, each only needed to contribute a few hundred Beli to save Nami's foster mother, Bellemere, but in the end, these villagers didn't do it.

A few hundred Beli is roughly equivalent to several Chopper's bounties, and its actual purchasing power is about a few marshmallows.

If he were Nami, he wouldn't care about these cold-blooded villagers at all, and wouldn't be foolish enough to raise 100 million to "buy the village."

Even the Leshan Giant Buddha had to make room for her, saying, "Nami- san, please."

Dimon silently grumbled to himself, then fanned himself with a look of disgust.

"Clean up the body; the smell of blood is too strong."

"Yes, Captain."

Lycaon had no choice but to comply. After kicking a corpse into the sea, he suddenly had a brilliant idea. "That's right, Captain, you can give a broom some life..."

"Shut your mouth and get to work."

Leaving a message behind him, Dimon pushed open the door and entered the tower building.

Chapter 106 Moo is not as good as it is

Entering the Arlong Pirates' base building, Dimon was looking for something.

"Ain, find where the ledger is."

[Yes, Master.]

Upon receiving the instruction, a gust of wind suddenly blew into the room.

Arlong's lair is a four-story building, with the largest space on the bottom floor, decreasing in size as you go up, and the whole building is shaped like a tower.

After a quick look around, Dimon had a general idea of the layout of the place.

The first floor is the central hall, the core of the entire empire, and the most spacious area. In addition, there are rooms such as the kitchen, treasury, storage room, and water dungeon.

The second floor was much smaller, mainly consisting of rooms for the officers. Dimon found Nami's cartography room on the third floor, which contained many books and some half-finished nautical charts.

She served as an officer in the Arlong Pirates, and her main job was as a "surveyor."

Arlong's initial goal is to dominate the entire East Blue, which requires extremely detailed nautical charts.

As for the fourth floor... that's Arlong's bedroom.

In the corner of the bedroom sat a large saw, Arlong's go-to weapon, named "Kiribachi."

Dimon only glanced at it and had no intention of collecting it. Firstly, the knife's design was unattractive, and secondly, it wasn't a Famous Sword.

[Master, the account book is in the drawer under the bedside table.]

Dimon walked over and opened the drawer, where he found an account book. He flipped through it casually, and it recorded the Arlong Pirates' tax revenue over the years.

To date, the Arlong Pirates have ruled over a dozen villages, including Cocoyasi Village, and at their peak, they could collect 200 million Beli in head tax per month.

This group of Fish-Man has been in the East Blue for 5 years, during which time they have amassed a massive fortune of over 10 billion Beli.

"They're really rich. Compared to pirate crews who plunder merchant ships at sea, the income of these 'stationary bandits' is on a completely different level."

Although he is not short of money now, Dimon still couldn't help but sigh.

The ledger recorded where the money went. The Fish-Man's daily extravagant spending was only a small part; the bulk of it went to "offerings."

The recipients of the tribute were naturally the navy.

The nearest Marine Base to Cocoyasi Village is the 16th Branch of the East Blue, commanded by a colonel nicknamed "Nezumi".

Half of the money Arlong received each month had to be handed over to the Nezumi in exchange for the Navy's protection and cover-up.

Dimon knew about this, but he never imagined it involved such a huge sum of money.

Over five years, Arlong gave away at least 5 billion, which is equivalent to the value of an Op-Op Fruit.

"Tsk tsk, if it weren't for Enel's generous donation of gold, I'd want to join the Navy. If a colonel can make this much money, what would happen if he became a Vice Admiral?"

Dimon carefully put away the ledger; he could throw it out at the Navy for a slap in the face sometime. Those guys who shout about justice all day long will have quite a reaction when they see this thing.

It would be best to throw it at Garp or Sengoku's face.

"But what about the money?"

Dimon searched the room thoroughly and even rummaged through the treasure vault for a long time, but in the end he only found a paltry 500 million in cash and a small amount of gold and silver.

[They might have run out, or they might be hidden somewhere.]

Ain was equally puzzled by this.

Dimon shook his head and said:

"Forget it, money is just an external thing, and I'm not short of money anyway. More importantly... where's Nami?"

The Arlong Pirates have a pet named Momoo, a scaly mammal that looks very much like a manatee.

It can store oxygen like a whale, so it usually lives and moves on the seabed, and even when it sleeps, its body will rise to the surface to breathe.

Today, Momoo is having a wonderful rest on the seabed. It will sleep until mealtime, and after hearing the call of Octopus Hachi, it will rise to the shore outside Arlong Park to eat the delicious food that Hachi brings it.

But an accident happened.

The feeling of hunger in her stomach, along with the sound of something heavy falling into the water, woke Momoo.

At first, Momoo thought that the person who fed it today was being lazy and simply threw its food into the sea.

But when it swam over and saw that what had been thrown into the sea were the corpses of Fish-Man, the bull's expression suddenly turned terrified.

What happened?

Momoo saw familiar faces.

Cadre, Kuroobi.

Cadre, chirp.

He also knew Kaneshirō, Shioyaki, Kotake, Pissarro... all of whom were members of the Arlong Pirates.