One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"This straw hat kid is our captain. We're here to compensate for the previous losses."

Victor leaned against the doorframe and spoke calmly.

He then casually pulled a heavy money bag from his pocket, tossed it in an arc through the air, and accurately threw it at Paddy, who was arguing with Sanji.

"Smack."

Paddy instinctively caught the money bag.

The heavy feel of the metal and the crisp sound of metal clashing inside caused his originally fierce expression to change instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

He opened the bag and glanced inside; his eyes instantly transformed into the shape of Pele.

"Okay, sir!"

Paddy's fleshy face contorted into a smile, and his obsequious tone sent chills down one's spine.

"Now that the compensation has been paid, everything is negotiable!"

"On this vast sea, wealthy customers are our gods! Welcome to... Baratie!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon seeing this, Luffy grabbed his straw hat and burst into laughter, showing no trace of the disheveled state he had just been in when he almost got beaten up.

"Ah! You've come just in time, Victor! Hehehe, I thought I was really going to have to work odd jobs here for a year to pay off my debts!"

As he spoke, the brat patted Zhefu's shoulder forcefully, completely disregarding the other's terrifying aura.

"Hehehe, goodbye, uncle! Since you've compensated me, I don't owe you anything!"

Then, as if remembering something, Luffy looked at Zeff with shining eyes:

"Oh, by the way, sir! We desperately need a chef on board right now. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably someone who can cook incredibly well!"

"Snapped!"

Zeff slapped Luffy's hand off his shoulder without any hesitation.

He stroked his golden braided beard and snorted coldly.

His gaze swept over the busy chefs around him, his tone tinged with a hint of arrogance and pride:

Stop dreaming, kid.

"This restaurant, and all the chefs here, are my hard work, treasures that we must protect together. I'm not going to hand them over to you to become pirates."

At this point, Zhefu suddenly changed the subject, his gaze settling on the blond, curly-browed man with a gloomy expression, who was smoking a cigarette.

"Except for... that brat."

Zeff pointed at Sanji, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Huh?! What did you say, you old geezer?!"

Sanji's ears twitched, and he immediately turned his head, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Are you trying to kick me out?! I'm not leaving this ship!"

Zeff completely ignored Sanji's roar and turned to look at Viktor, who was walking over.

"Although you're being very generous, it's just fixing a ceiling; it shouldn't cost that much."

Viktor smiled and waved his hand:

"Let's use the extra money to have a good meal here."

"After all, we're a bunch of big eaters, especially our captain."

Zeff gave Viktor a deep look and nodded.

Immediately, he turned around abruptly and roared like thunder at the chefs who were still watching the commotion:

"Stop standing there!! Didn't you hear me?! The customers are going hungry! Get to the kitchen and get to work!!"

"Yes, boss!!"

The chefs scattered like birds and beasts, and the restaurant was bustling with activity once again.

"Oh!! A big meal is coming! I want to eat meat!!" Luffy cheered, raising his hands, drool already dripping down his face.

"This way, please! This way, please!"

Paddy, clutching his money bag, wore an incredibly happy smile and was about to invite Victor and Nami to sit down.

However, just as Viktor turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"God! Behind you..."

Paddy's smile froze, and he immediately pointed behind Victor.

A ghost-like figure appeared at the doorway without anyone noticing.

He was holding a black pistol, the dark muzzle pointed directly at the back of Viktor's head.

That's Ah Jin.

"Don't move..."

However, Viktor had already noticed him with his keen senses.

Just as Akin's finger was about to pull the trigger.

"Too slow."

Without even turning his head, Viktor unleashed a powerful right leg kick, delivering a swift and ruthless strike to Akin's abdomen.

"Bang!"

"vomit……"

Akin's already extremely weak body could not withstand that kick.

His eyes bulged out, his mouth opened wide, and he vomited a mouthful of acidic fluid from his stomach.

He then curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, and the gun in his hand slipped to the side.

Viktor smiled and withdrew his foot, as if kicking away a pebble on the roadside.

"ah!"

Nami was startled by this sudden turn of events and hid behind Viktor.

"What the heck... who is this guy? He looks like a ghost."

The man on the ground was wearing a tattered gray coat with dragon patterns.

His eyes were sunken and his face was bluish-purple, making him look like a walking corpse.

Ajin clutched his abdomen in pain, his voice hoarse and weak, as if squeezed from his throat:

"I...I'm Gin from the Krieg Pirates..."

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes unfocused yet filled with a desperate desire to survive.

"This is a restaurant, right... Anything is fine... anything as long as it's food... anything is fine... give me something to eat..."

"The Krieg Pirates?!"

Upon hearing the name, the diners in the restaurant immediately erupted in an uproar and began to discuss it animatedly.

"Isn't that the most powerful pirate crew in the East Blue? Admiral Krieg's men!"

"I heard they have a large fleet of fifty warships! Why are they here? And in such a sorry state?"

"Hi, a poor customer has entered the shop!"

Hearing the commotion, Paddy tossed the money bag to Zeff, then rubbed his large hands together and approached the fallen Akin with a benevolent expression.

He looked down at the half-starved pirate:

"Sir, you know our rules, right? We don't welcome penniless people. Do you have any money?"

"I...I am...the Captain-Commander of the Krieg Pirates..."

Akin, trembling, picked up the pistol from the ground and, with his last ounce of strength, pressed it against Paddy's forehead, attempting to threaten:

"Give me food..."

"Oh, so you mean you don't have any money?"

Paddy's face instantly turned cold, completely ignoring the gun pressed against his forehead.

"Then get the hell out of here!!"

"Bang!!"

Paddy grabbed Akin's head with his large hands and slammed him into the floor like a thumbtack.

"Ugh!!"

Then, Paddy grabbed Akin by the collar and, like throwing away trash, tossed his groaning body out the door.

"Get out of here, pirates! This isn't a relief center!"

In a corner of the restaurant.

Sanji leaned against the wall, the cigarette in his mouth flickering on and off.

He looked at Ah Jin being thrown out, his eyes flickering slightly, then took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and silently turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Zhefu glanced at his back, said nothing, but a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

After dealing with the "garbage," Paddy clapped his hands, instantly putting on that fawning smile again, and jogged over to Victor.

"I'm so sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment with these flies. Please, gentlemen, take your seats by the window over there."

"What the heck... Is this really a restaurant? It feels more violent than a pirate's den..."

Nami's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but complain.

Victor did not sit down immediately.

He smiled and held up seven long, slender fingers, waving them in front of Paddy.

"We'd like to order, but it's not just for two people."

Then, as if remembering something, he hesitated and added another finger.

"It's for eight people. And the portions need to be generous; it would be best to bring out all your seafood and meat."

"Eight?!"

Paddy was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. "Ah! I see! Are there companions?"

"No problem! Our food in Baratie will definitely not disappoint you!"

"Oh!! Let's eat!!"

Nami and Luffy were already irresistibly drawn in by the aroma, so they followed Patty to their seats first.

Victor went to the terrace outside the shop alone.

He looked at the Going Merry anchored on the sea in the distance, and a black dot hovering idly on its mast.

"call out--"

Viktor whistled loudly.

Above the USS Merry.

Kleiner's keen hearing instantly picked up on the signal.

As for the whistle, it was something Victor had agreed to test with it one night when he was bored.

It immediately swooped down excitedly and shouted at the four people who were bored on the deck:

"Gurgle, gurgle!! Grandpa's given the signal! It's telling us all to go eat! We can go have a big meal!!"

After shouting, Clay eagerly flapped his wings, "I'm going first! Meat! Meat!!"

"Oh!! Really?! Dinner's ready!!"

Upon hearing this, Usopp, who was repairing the ship, excitedly dropped his hammer and jumped up laughing.

"Can we finally eat...?"

Zoro, who was sleeping against the mast, was also woken up and stared at the crow that flew away with a dark expression on his face.

"How do these two... communicate... understand each other with just a whistle?"

"Big brother...can we...go too?"

Johnny and Joseph exchanged a glance, looking at Zoro with a sense of flattery.

That's a high-class restaurant. How could ordinary people like them go there?

Zoro stretched, hung the three swords on his waist, and glanced at them.

"Since Viktor called, then you're all in. Enough with the nonsense."

Zoro pointed to the small boat beside him and said matter-of-factly:

"Get down there and row the boat."

"Yes!! Big Brother!!"