Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

The chefs at Barraty were all highly skilled; through their collaborative efforts, they quickly served dishes that were delicious and visually appealing to Kennard.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir. These are our signature dishes!" Paddy said loudly with a grin.

Kennard glanced at the dishes, then picked up his chopsticks and tasted them one by one.

"How about it, sir? Our signature dishes will definitely not disappoint you. However, they are a little pricey. I wonder if you have enough money with you?"

Paddy said with a broad smile.

"Not bad, these are indeed some delicious and flavorful dishes."

Kennard put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and smiled with interest: "As for bringing money? Why would I need to bring money?"

Swish! !

In an instant, Paddy's expression changed. Seemingly unafraid that the other party was a vicious pirate, he said menacingly, "No money? What are you doing here if you have no money? Don't you know this shop doesn't serve poor people!"

He can greet wealthy people with a smile and provide them with the best service.

He wouldn't give a good look to a poor person. If the other person wasn't a notorious pirate, he would have picked up a broom and kicked them out the door.

"How dare you talk to the captain like that? You want to die?!"

At this moment, the pirates who had been guarding outside the door swarmed in, staring at Paddy with fierce expressions, as if they were ready to kill him at the slightest provocation.

Splash!

Upon seeing this, the chefs upstairs immediately grabbed their tools, rushed downstairs, stood beside Paddy, and confronted the pirates.

Throughout the entire process, Kennard remained seated calmly in his chair, appearing composed and unhurried.

After the two sides had begun to confront each other, he slowly and deliberately spoke: "The food you made suits my taste very well, it's quite good."

"In that case, I declare that from this day forward, all your people, including this ship and everything on it, belong to me."

He glanced at Patty and the others, a mocking smile on his face.

"What?! What are you talking about?!"

The chefs' expressions changed, and they gripped their weapons even tighter.

"Hey, hey, hey, shouldn't you ask for my opinion before saying that?"

Just then, a voice came from the second floor. Kennard casually looked up and his pupils contracted slightly.

"You are... Red-Leg Zeff?"

He seemed somewhat surprised, because Red-Leg Zeff was considered a senior figure to someone his age, and the other party was said to have once ventured into the Grand Line, possessing considerable strength.

"I didn't expect anyone to recognize me." Zeff admitted his identity.

"In that case, you should give up your thoughts and leave my shop. This meal is on me."

Kennard narrowed his eyes and carefully examined this senior figure whom he had only heard of before.

After a few seconds, he sneered and said, "So that's why the famous Red-Leg Zeff is stuck here as a restaurant owner. It turns out you've lost your right leg, which you were so proud of."

"Without your right foot, are you still the same fearsome 'Red Feet' you once were?"

Zeff's expression remained unchanged as he stroked his beard and said, "You can try, but before that, I want to know, what is your purpose in taking this ship and all of us?"

In the past, pirates have come here to cause trouble for them, but they either wanted to dine and dash or rob them. No one has ever asked for their people.

Kennard stood up, a smirk playing on his lips, and spread his arms, saying, "My goal? Of course, it's to monopolize the best restaurant in the entire East Blue! I want all of you to be able to cook only for our Blood Demon Pirates from now on, and no one else deserves to enjoy this kind of cuisine!"

He, Blood Demon, didn't have much ambition; he only wanted to dominate the East Sea and be a local tyrant there.

Since that's the case, whether it's women, food, or other luxuries, the Blood Demon Pirates want the best in the entire East Blue!

"So that's your purpose? But unfortunately, I won't agree to your idea," Zeff said, looking directly at the other person.

"As chefs, everyone is our potential customer; we don't just cook for a specific group."

Paddy and the other chefs echoed loudly, "That's right! We won't agree to that! Get out of here!"

"If you want to eat our food, you'd better pay up, or you're out of luck!"

Kennard's face gradually darkened: "It seems I was too lenient with you before, making you forget how powerful the Blood Demon Pirates are."

"Karen!" he shouted.

"Captain, I'm here!" From among the pirates behind him, a huge, burly man emerged, carrying a short-handled hammer as wide as three heads on his shoulder, a truly frightening sight.

"Let's teach them a lesson and show them how powerful the Blood Demon Pirates are!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As Karen walked onto the field, everyone felt a slight tremor under their feet.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you think we can beat this guy?"

Looking at Karen, whose physique was three or four times his own, and the enormous hammer on his shoulder, a chef couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"What are you afraid of? How can we lose to him with so many of us?" Although Paddy was also trembling inside, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he looked like he was ready to risk everything.

Just as they were preparing to rush over and fight the enemy, a black figure tumbled down from the second floor.

"Leave this to me. As the sous chef, I won't allow outsiders to interfere with our work."

Sanji lit a cigarette with a snap, and the smoke he exhaled gradually dissipated in front of him.

"Change him? It's okay, I'll love whoever it is."

Karen walked up to Sanji with a sinister grin and looked down at him.

The next second, the sledgehammer on his shoulder came crashing down without warning.

boom!!

The deafening sound reached everyone's ears. Sanji, who had jumped aside, looked at the crater that had been smashed into the spot where he had just been standing, and his expression hardened.

"Such immense power, but..."

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his long legs, like flying black iron whips, kicked hard at Karen!

"But who gave you permission to destroy this place?!"

"Leg meat!"

"brisket!"

"Shoulder fat!"

"First cut of meat!!"

Bang bang bang!

Within seconds, Karen was attacked by knees, chest, shoulders and neck, and fell backward with the skillful combination of attacks.

"He seems pretty strong." Goku, who had already finished eating, lay on the chair and became a bystander.

Nami, standing nearby, asked quietly, "Is that so? Do you think he can beat that Kennard?"

"I don't know. Kennard hasn't made a move yet, so I don't know how strong he is." Wukong scratched his face.

At this stage, he cannot judge the strength of an enemy through qi perception; he can only judge by observing the opponent's performance with his naked eye.

"You wretched bastard, you hit me so hard!"

Just as the two were talking, Karen, who had just been knocked down by Sanji, got up from the ground again, her face full of rage.

"Captain, may I smash him to pieces?" he asked Kennard, turning to him for permission.

Kennard crossed his arms and smirked, "Of course, there are plenty of chefs here, losing one or two won't be a problem."

"Hehe, thanks, Captain." Karen turned around, her eyes, which were squeezed into slits by her fat, flashed with a startling killing intent.

Sanji, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at the crater that Karen had created earlier and said to Paddy and the others, "Let's put the floating platform back up. I don't want this place to be destroyed."

He then gestured to Karen, "Hey! Big guy, if we're going to fight, let's go outside and fight!"

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