I'm at the top of One Piece

"Uncle Bogart, are you out of money? Do you want to spend my money next?"

You don't want it?

"Oh, that's fine."

Bogart looked at Mercer with a puzzled expression. He hadn't even said anything yet, and the kid was already starting to answer his own questions.

Bogart: "Me"

Mercer sighed and rolled her eyes at Bogart. "I know you don't want to spend my money. I know it's your principle as an adult. You're just concerned about saving face."

No, I'm not. I can give up this principle, and I don't care about saving face, Bogart roared inwardly, but then he heard Messer's words.

"Sigh, then I'll give you a chance. Follow me secretly for a while, and how much you earn will depend on your luck."

Immediately afterwards, Messer tugged at Lakapu's arm and said in a sweet, cute voice, "Grandpa, I need to pee. I just saw the toilet. Wait for me, I'll come back to you in a bit."

With that, Mercer released Garp's arm and skipped away into the crowd behind him.

Garp looked at Bogart with a subtle expression, grinning and saying:

"Hey, you brat, was that little devil Messer just now trying to charm me? It was his first time. Hahaha!"

Bogart looked utterly exasperated. "Didn't you hear what that brat just said? I'm sure he's up to no good. Aren't you worried?"

Garp looked nonchalant and patted his pocket: "Isn't that what you're here for? I'm leaving Mather to you. I'm going to have some fun."

Garp strode out, looking like he was loaded, and waved to Bogart a few seconds later.

He exudes a carefree and unrestrained spirit.

Bogart glared fiercely at Garp, gritted his teeth, and then activated his Observation Haki to locate Mather's aura.

……

Taking slow, deep breaths, ample oxygen is delivered to every corner of the body, providing a continuous source of vitality.

It also helps to ease the embarrassment of deliberately acting cute earlier.

With his Observation Haki, he sensed the blinding gazes and the undisguised greed.

One, two, three, ten.

One group, two groups, three groups.

Who is the prey?

Who is the hunter?

There are no legends in this world that say you shouldn't underestimate the elderly or children.

The elderly and children naturally represent the vulnerable.

A fair-skinned, good-looking boy from a family that spends money extravagantly left his family and became alone, which inevitably told the thugs on the island that a fat, delicious fish had appeared.

It doesn't matter whether I have money or not.

Pele is not the only thing of value.

As long as you are healthy.

It's even better if you're good-looking.

There are plenty of places where you can sell them.

With the ill-intentioned person hanging behind him, Moses's position became increasingly remote, eventually stopping in an alley slightly off the main street.

Mercer stood firm at a corner where scrap was piled up, precisely took out his tools, and comfortably got to work on this important matter of life.

It lasted for nearly twenty seconds.

Moses shuddered.

"Phew, I wasn't lying."

After putting his tools back, Mercer turned and went around the corner, only to find, as expected, that the road opposite was blocked.

One, two, thirty.

There were ten people in total, divided into three groups. They seemed to be acquaintances who knew each other, and they were quietly blocking the passageway a dozen meters away from me.

Moses looked at them, and they looked at Moses.

Using his Observation Haki, he saw through their bodies but found no firearms. Moses walked over and stopped three meters away from them.

"Excuse me, could you please make way for me?"

The silent crowd exchanged bewildered glances, then burst into laughter.

"I knew it, this kid must be an idiot. He can run this far just to pee."

"Hehehe, she does have fair and delicate skin. I've heard that noblemen and ladies like this kind of thing."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's a deal. We'll take turns. This little thing belongs to our Money Sharing Society this time. Don't even think about going back on your word."

These three groups are clearly in a cooperative-competitive relationship, and they have been cooperating for quite some time. Judging from their tone, they clearly consider Mercer to be their own possession.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd and reached for Mercer's neck, who seemed frozen in terror.

The middle-aged man muttered curses, "Ha, you guys talk too much nonsense. The sooner we finish, the better. Hurry up and sell them for money, I... uh..."

Although his eyes were wary, just as he was about to grab Moses's neck...

With a quick dodge, Mercer stepped forward with his left foot and slammed his right foot down, delivering a powerful kick to his groin with a soft whooshing sound.

"Click."

As he bent over in agony, the left palm retracted and then delivered a powerful upward strike to his chin.

With a strength no less than that of a strong adult man, he knocked him to the ground in an instant.

He hit his head on the ground and passed out.

Mercer calmly looked at the remaining nine people, his tranquil eyes filled with indifference.

In that split second of attack and defense, all they realized was that the middle-aged man had been careless and had his genitals attacked.

Of course, it's also related to the fact that Mercer's appearance is too deceptive.

Then, angry shouts and curses rang out.

"You bastard, you brat, you're asking for it."

"Haha, you've got some skills. Now you're even more valuable. Don't hurt his face, let's finish this quickly."

“That’s right, the little guy is quite capable. Those two must be capable too. Let’s finish this quickly, lest his family comes looking for him soon.”

Mercer dodged another hand, and a scalpel appeared in his right hand, making a precise cut in the crook of his forearm.

Amidst the splattering of blood.

Mercer nimbly weaved through the crowd, dodging attacks one after another. With punches and kicks, muffled thuds echoed as he slashed with a scalpel. Utilizing his Observation Haki, he anticipated attacks and used his short stature to move among them.

Screams, curses, and cries filled the air!

As he crouched low and closed in, the sharp scalpel severed their hamstrings and tendons one by one, and powerful kicks precisely targeted their groins. A dozen seconds later, Mercer appeared behind them.

The remaining nine people were either unconscious or lying on the ground crying miserably, showing no trace of their former glory.

despair!

As the dust settled, a figure descended from the top of the alley wall, looking with astonishment at the calm-faced Mercer and the devastation of the scene.

"You're too late." Mercer glanced at Bogart and said indifferently, "You're not getting any of this extra money."

Bogart's eye twitched, a lump of grievance stuck in his throat, and he could only utter a single word with a stiff face: "Okay."

Moses ignored Bogart and began to loot, starting with the unconscious men, pulling out stacks of Beli of varying denominations.

It has both whole and odd amounts.

Then Mercer saw the few people who hadn't fainted yet pulling out all their valuables from their pockets in a panic.

"No, no, don't kill me! I'll give you all the money, please spare me!"

"Yes, yes, I have money too. I'll give you all my Pele."

"I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and... uh..."

The man who said "eighty-year-old mother" was kicked in the mouth by Moses. With a "crack," a mouthful of teeth mixed with blood spurted out, stopping the words that Moses found nauseating.

"I heard you're planning to sell me?" The scalpel in Moses' hand still gleamed with blood. "I'm curious, could you tell me where you plan to sell me to?"

Mercer crouched down next to one of the men who was clearly part of the group of middle-aged men from the beginning; he was the one who had been shouting the loudest at the start.

The scalpel cut open the corner of his eye, and a trickle of blood flowed out. Looking at his wide-open eyes, Mercer smiled.

The man shuddered at the sight.

"Tell me, there must be more than just you in your group. If you dare to lie, I'll gouge out your eyes. I'll gouge out one eye for every word you say. I want to see how many eyes you have."

"The money-making scheme, right?"

The man's mouth was trembling.

"I...I'll talk. Heh."

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Chapter 14: Plan OK!

"Heh heh, if I tell you, will you spare my life?"

"That's a scalpel in my hand. What's it for? For surgery. If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll take your testicles off!"

The man swallowed hard, his face contorted with terror. "This kid must be a devil," he thought.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m the squad leader of the fifth squad of the Moneylenders’ Company. We’re a slave-catching company. My boss is Razor Jacks of the underworld. We’re the underworld’s king, the loan shark king Du Feld.”

At this point, the man glared intently at Moses, as if suddenly emboldened: "Let me tell you, you'd better let me go, or else... ahhhhhh!!!"

Mercer deftly sliced ​​the scalpel across his left eye, clearly feeling its slight elasticity.

It's a bit disgusting.