Chapter 93: If You Want a Fight, You’ll Get One
Brook couldn't understand why the Vesper Pirates had sent such a greedy, self-serving man to oversee such an important trade island.
Did they really think all pirates would cower before a so-called overlord crew? What if some reckless, hot-blooded young pirate decided to destroy the whole island instead?
Every dominant pirate crew only managed to hold their top position for a few decades before a new challenger toppled them. And unfortunately for the Vesper Pirates, their captain was already 65 years old.
Rumor had it that he planned to hand over his position to his son, but that son was a wild, free-spirited pirate who cared more about adventuring than running the crew.
That didn't change the fact that he carried the second-highest bounty in the crew—a staggering 1.1 billion Belly.
Several rising overlord candidates had already set their sights on the Vesper Pirates' position. The moment their captain died or grew too old, they would launch their assault.
Among them were pirate crews with bounties of 1.3 billion and 1.2 billion, steadily growing in strength while simultaneously being hunted by the other three dominant crews. They roamed the New World like young lions prowling the savanna, waiting for the day they could dethrone the aging king.
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"Since we've already broken your so-called pirate code and you're hell-bent on taking our Golden Ark, then there's no point in talking! Newgate, Redfield, Linlin—go all out! Let the world see our power!"
Brook wasn't the type to back down. If negotiations failed, then no one was getting what they wanted. He'd turn this place to rubble and show everyone why they were called the Hell Pirates!
"Mahaha~! I've been waiting for this! Zeus! Prometheus! Show them your true power!"