After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

"Judging from the guests' clothes, they probably aren't Alabasta people!"

The old man with the mustache spoke again.

"That's right. I just arrived in this city, so I'll recommend a wine that sells well here."

Martin replied with a forced smile.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The old man with the mustache put the cleaned wine glass aside and turned around to start mixing wine for him.

Not long after, a glass of dark red wine was presented to him.

"This wine is called Black Heart, it's our signature drink, you should try it."

The old man with the mustache introduced it in a calm and unhurried manner.

Martin nodded, then picked up the black heart, took a sip, and said, "The taste is not bad. By the way, if I may ask, is this a stronghold of the dark forces?"

These words were spoken.

Everyone in the bar cast cold, sharp glances at him.

As Martin asked his question, a sudden silence fell.

It gives people a very strange impression.

The old man with the mustache had a cold expression, but then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful, icy smile. His gaze was fixed on Martin, who was tasting his wine.

"Kid, are you drunk? Are you starting to spout nonsense?"

At this moment, he no longer resembled a bar owner, but rather a vicious wolf with gleaming eyes, baring its fangs and excitedly eyeing its prey.

"I just wanted to inquire about the local gangs. You all look like the stereotype of bad guys. If you really aren't, then I can apologize."

Martin held the dark red wine in his hand, took another sip, smacked his lips, and then calmly explained to the old man with the mustache.

"Oh?"

The old man with the mustache suddenly grinned and chuckled, his voice chilling as he said, "What if we were like that? Kid, would you do that?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present revealed malicious expressions and sneered repeatedly.

Snapped!

Martin placed his empty glass on the table in front of him, the aftertaste still lingering on his palate. He couldn't help but praise, "I must admit, the drink you made was really delicious, just to my liking. By the way, what did you just say?"

boom!

You brat, who gave you the audacity to ignore my warning, DuPont the Crotch Hand?

Upon hearing this, the old man with the mustache was filled with rage. His eyes blazed with fury, and he slammed his hand heavily on the table. He stared at Martin with a ferocious expression. If looks could kill, Martin would probably be dead a thousand times over.

Martin, on the other hand, looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "Um, if I may ask, is what you mean by 'open crotch' the same as what I think it means?"

Open-crotch hand?

How could someone have such a vulgar nickname? If I were to say it out loud, wouldn't the censors give me a 404 error?

It would be better to call him the Ripper.

"You despicable bastard, I am DuPont, the one who strikes fear into the hearts of countless bad guys in the Kingdom of Alabasta, and the boss of the Open Crotch Society. How dare you humiliate me?"

The old man with the mustache pressed his hands on the table, his face flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared at Martin, spitting all over his face.

Martin quickly leaned back, his expression serious, and said, "So that means you really are a gang?"

of course.

The old man with the mustache made his promise, then, with a cold smile, pulled a pistol from under the counter. The cold, black muzzle was pointed at Martin, and he continued arrogantly, "

"So, kid, tell me honestly, what's the purpose of your visit? If I find out you're lying, well..."

However, to his disbelief...

Despite the threat of firearms, Martin was still able to laugh.

Without showing any panic on his face, he said leisurely with great joy, "It seems I'm quite lucky. I found you all so easily."

Without Bucky, my luck has definitely turned sour; I end up in a shady bar no matter where I go.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have just walked into a bar; sure enough, it was full of bad people.

The old man with the mustache was stunned. He didn't expect that this kid would be so arrogant even with a gun pointed at him. He simply didn't take him, the boss of the Open Crotch Gang, seriously.

A ruthless glint flashed across his face, and he said in an unhappy tone, "You little bastard, I see you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Very well, I'll just rip a hole in your forehead right now."

boom!

A gunshot shook the bar; a burst of intense flame erupted from the cold, black muzzle of the gun, accompanied by the flying bullet.

The old man with the mustache smiled smugly.

But the next second, he saw the other person suddenly reach out and grab a bullet.

The unbelievable scene stunned the old man with the mustache, leaving him terrified and stammering, "You...you...you are..."

"That's right, just as you guessed, I'm actually very capable."

Martin gave him a cold smile.

Gudong!

At this moment, not only was the old man with the mustache afraid, but the other members of the Open Crotch Gang in the bar also looked at Martin with fear, as if the person sitting in front of them was not a human, but a demon from hell, making each of them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, I will treat you very gently from now on."

Suddenly, Martin turned around, his deep eyes scanning the crowd in the bar, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

The sight of that smile sent chills down everyone's spines and made their sphincter tighten.

"Mom!"

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?"

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist screamed in fear.

Next.

Then a series of clattering sounds came from the bar.

Ah!

Ouch!

"It hurts! Please be gentle!"

"Oh my god, my back and both legs are broken!"

"Waaaaah, I want my mom! I want to go home! This is so scary!"

The agonizing screams emanating from inside the bar instantly startled passersby, who stopped and stood there, looking on with suspicion and confusion, wondering what was happening inside that was so intense.

Five minutes later.

Martin sat imposingly on the bar counter, his sharp gaze sweeping over the members of the Kaigang Society kneeling below. The old man with the mustache kneeling in the middle was now bruised and battered beyond recognition, his hands constantly rubbing his buttocks. That kick had been too brutal; it had almost caused his anus to burst.

"Sir, we were wrong! Please have mercy on us!"

He endured the pain and quickly begged for mercy.

Martin looked at him and said coldly, "If you want to live, answer my questions obediently."

"Yes, yes, sir, please ask away. This old man will answer all your questions to the best of his ability."

Upon hearing this, the old man with the mustache and the others were overjoyed and nodded vigorously.

How many gangs are there in this city?

Martin asked.

"Three."

The old man with the mustache quickly and truthfully revealed the other two gangs involved.

They are the Black Tiger Gang and the Crocodile Gang, respectively.

……

Meanwhile.

Wearing a black fur coat and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, Crocodile had a cigarette dangling from her lips. No matter how aloof she appeared, her graceful figure was still enough to make any man drool.

After becoming a woman, her power and oppressiveness decreased.

But she became better at using her brain.

Crocodile has already found information about Pluton, so he specifically persuaded Robin to come and decipher the ancient documents.

Although this also had Robin's own intentions.

Crocodile has a dream: to become the strongest, to stand at the top of the world, and to become the king of our time.

Everything was for the sake of acquiring Hades!

That's right, whoever obtains Pluto will gain the right to contend for world domination, and may even become the Pirate King.

So what if Martin is one of the Four Emperors?

I'll blast him to death with the Hades Cannon!

Chapter 184 Uncle Bucky

"Where have all those damn thugs gone?"

Bucky the Clown walked down the road with his shoulders slumped and head hanging low. Two hours had passed since he parted ways with Martin.

He has traveled to every street and alley.

They couldn't find a single gang member.

There wasn't even a suspected existence.

During that time, he did find quite a few pewter coins and jewels along the way.

But he couldn't be happy. After all, if he failed to complete the task, even a fool would know that he would suffer the consequences.