The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

"Drag, I'll buy you a drink later!"

"it is good!"

The two made a pact, their fighting spirit blazing, and charged toward their respective enemies.

Every move he made exuded youthful vigor; he didn't strike vital points, but instead sent the gang members fleeing in terror.

Just as the two were about to eliminate all the enemies on the street, the young man in the black suit led a group of his men out of the restaurant.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw two lads beating up his men.

Especially the boy in the dark green cloak, whose vigorous movements caused the hood to shake, revealing his previously hidden face.

He recognized the face; it was Vincent, old Fellowes' son!

Bang

The young man in the black suit decisively raised his flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger at Vincent.

The lead bullet flew out and headed straight for Vincent's forehead.

They want the other person dead!

"careful!"

With an exceptional sensitivity to gunfire, Dragon quickly turned around and tackled Vincent, who was throwing a punch, to the ground.

Dorrag was on top of Vincent, and before he could even catch his breath, he felt a tearing pain in his right arm.

Looking sideways, I saw that my right arm had been torn open by a lead bullet, and muscle tissue was faintly visible through the flowing bright red blood.

Vincent also witnessed this scene and immediately flew into a rage, raising his head and shouting fiercely at the young man in the black suit:

"Hughes! You despicable scoundrel who shot me in the back!"

"There's no need to talk about morality when dealing with rats like you."

Hughes remained expressionless, reloaded his gun, and fired again.

Since the people from the Felosser Merchant Guild made the first move, he definitely had to seize the opportunity to escalate the situation and drive these rats out of Shells Town in one fell swoop.

Bang

The flintlock musket spat fire, and Dorrag, ignoring his arm injury, quickly grabbed Vincent and rolled on the ground.

The lead bullet struck the spot where the two had just been lying, shattering the pavement and sending up gravel.

After dodging the bullet, the two men stood up simultaneously in perfect unison, splitting up and sprinting towards Hughes, who was standing at the restaurant entrance.

As the two drew closer, Hughes realized it was too late to reload, but he calmly continued the reloading process.

A disdainful smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"I'll knock you out of here!"

Just as the two rushed forward, each throwing a punch at Hughes's left and right cheeks, a sudden change occurred.

The two burly men in black suits standing behind Hughes suddenly strode forward and raised their legs even faster.

The two burly men's leather shoes were covered with Armament Haki, carrying a murderous intent, and their target was Dragon and Vincent's hearts.

If they were hit by this attack, even if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured!

Oops!

Dorrag watched helplessly as the black leather shoes came flying at him, realizing something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do.

The opponent was too fast!

Just when things were at their most critical...

A figure dressed in a marine uniform appeared out of thin air, spreading his arms to grab the legs that were kicking at the two men.

Dorrag and Vincent watched helplessly as the leather shoes hovered a centimeter in front of their chests, unable to advance even an inch further.

"Hey, the Navy is still here. Who gave you permission to start fighting?"

John twisted his waist and swung his arms like he was throwing a shot put, flinging the owners of the two legs away on the left and right.

Two burly men flew out like cannonballs, passing by Dorrag and Vincent, the strong winds they generated stinging their skin.

boom

Immediately afterwards, two loud bangs were heard, and two large holes were smashed in the wall of the three-story building across the street.

Fortunately, when the gang and the chamber of commerce were in a standoff, the ordinary people in the surrounding area had all run away, otherwise innocent people would have been hurt.

"How...how could this be..."

Hughes froze as he loaded his ammunition, staring blankly at the man's back, a chilling fear rising within him.

It should be noted that the two burly men who were thrown away were retired pirates who had not been wanted, and it is said that they were once active on the dangerous Grand Line.

This time, he was hired by his father at a high price to disguise himself as an ordinary gang member, so that he could take the lives of Fello and his son when the two sides clashed.

Without a leader, the Felosser Merchant Guild is just a rabble that can be easily dealt with!

However, these two notorious pirates were dealt with so easily?

Where did this marine come from?!

"Uh……"

Just then, Reed came out and witnessed John taking action.

"You...you're such a good fighter, why didn't you tell me!"

He felt cheated, thinking he was being taken advantage of by John, but now it seemed he had been completely fooled by John.

John did it on purpose by asking those embarrassing questions in front of the person involved!

He thought the guy was naive and didn't think before he spoke, so he didn't bother to argue with him.

That wretched guy!

"You didn't ask either."

John turned around and helplessly shrugged at Reed.

The wicked grin on his face betrayed his true feelings, as if to say...

Hey! I'm not telling you, I'm going to give you a surprise with my Instant Burst!

Reed's eye twitched, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He personally recruited them and even helped them resolve the issue of their "origin" as a non-member state!

Even if John is a hypocritical monster who spouts righteousness, he's still in the same boat as John.

From now on, let alone making money off John, he'll probably have to clean up the mess he's made.

"It's ruined, I'm ruined!" Reed was on the verge of tears.

John ignored the deeply remorseful Reed and pointed at Hughes and the gang members behind him.

"You, and all of you, go to the side and line up, put your hands behind your heads and squat down!"

"Why should I? Colonel Burns gave you permission to interfere..."

Hughes stubbornly tried to argue with John, but immediately backed down when he saw John raise his hand as if to slap him.

"Okay, I'll go squat down now."

Hughes walked to the side of the street, put his hands on his head, and squatted down. He saw his men still standing there dumbfounded at the restaurant entrance, which made him glare at them angrily.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come squat with me!"

"Huh? Oh!"

The gang members quickly snapped out of their daze and jogged to their young master, forming a unique scene on the street.

"Young master, are we just going to listen to that third-class naval officer?" The tattooed, burly man squatting next to Hughes was still very unconvinced.

Hughes glanced at him sideways and retorted, "Otherwise what? Can you beat them?"

“Uh…” The tattooed burly man fell silent.

Seeing his men's low morale, Hughes' eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice to comfort them:

"We're just being cautious right now. We'll talk to Colonel Burns when we get back. I don't believe that a mere private would dare disobey his superior's orders."

"So what if you can fight? You're in this world by your brain. Use your wits in everything you do!"

"Young Master is wise!"

Chapter 41 If it really could change something

"Vincent, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Old Fello pressed down on his son's shoulder, turning him around and searching for any possible injuries.

His face was full of concern and worry, completely unlike the composure he had shown when confronting the gangsters.

Vincent helplessly let his father sway him, then, remembering something, he raised his hand and pointed to Dragon standing next to him.

"Dad, this is my partner, Dorag. He was injured while saving me."

"Quick, go find a doctor!"

Old Fello immediately understood and quickly turned to instruct his men.

On the other side, Reed walked over to John, nudged him with his elbow, and whispered:

“I heard from the gangsters that Vincent started it. Aren’t you going to make them put their hands on their heads and squat down too?”

“Whatever the gang says goes, right? I didn’t see anything.” John took out a cigarette and offered one to Reed.

Reed took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then scratched the back of his head in annoyance.

He'd never seen such a hypocritical person!

"That's not right."

Reed suddenly realized something.

"I am the highest-ranking officer on site. Why did you make this decision without consulting me?"