The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

The woman, dressed in a red dress, was tall and slender. She swept her long black hair behind her ears in the wind, her beautiful face smiling as she listened quietly to the man recounting interesting stories about the outside world.

Although the two appear to be of different ages, they are acting as intimately as a couple.

After months of unwavering persistence, Redfield finally met the woman and their relationship progressed to a state of being more than friends but less than lovers.

He enjoys this companionship and now just wants to let things happen naturally, without rushing to confirm a romantic relationship.

“Ryder, let’s buy a piano and put it in the coffee shop so you can play it.”

Upon hearing Redfield mention his musical talent, the woman couldn't help but take his arm, hook one leg over her shoulder, and gaze at him intently.

Redfield's heart pounded twice uncontrollably, and he nodded slightly with a smile.

"it is good."

Before long, the two entered the town's only music hall and began to browse around, greeted by the staff.

As they passed each piano, Redfield would lightly press a key to discern its tone and meticulously explain to the woman the differences in resonance, rebound feel, soundboard material, and other factors that influence its quality.

The woman listened attentively until Redfield cleared his throat with a cough, then gently smiled and told him to rest for a while.

Then the woman walked out of the music hall alone and went across the street to buy juice.

Soon, the woman took two glasses of juice from the clerk, glanced back at the music hall, and seeing that Redfield wasn't paying attention, walked to the outdoor rest table outside the store and sat down.

The woman put down her milk tea, took out lipstick and a mirror from her handbag, and while touching up her makeup, looked at the concert hall again through the mirror.

Seeing Redfield talking to a waiter in the concert hall, the woman put her lipstick into her purse and stiffly took out an ampoule.

Holding the ampoule, the woman's hand trembled slightly uncontrollably, her chest felt extremely heavy, and even breathing became difficult.

She has a younger brother who is three years younger than her. He is always causing trouble and has recently incurred huge gambling debts. Because he cannot repay the debts, his creditors have threatened to sell him to organ dealers.

When his younger brother had nowhere else to turn, he found her.

The younger brother said that the creditor claimed that all Ryder needed to do was drink the laxative from the ampoule, and the debt would be wiped clean.

For a woman, family is more important than anything else, and this is just a laxative...

So I agreed.

The woman took a deep breath to try and calm herself down, but as she unscrewed the cap of the ampoule, her hands trembled even more violently, causing some of the dark purple liquid inside to spill out.

As the purple liquid stained the back of her hand, the woman felt a sharp, burning pain, and the ampoule slipped from her grasp and rolled onto the table.

Only a small amount of purple liquid remained in the bottle.

The woman quickly picked up the ampoule, opened the juice glass lid, and poured the remaining one-tenth of the liquid into the glass.

After doing all this, the woman took out sunscreen from her purse and applied it to the back of her hand, which was already red from the sunburn.

After calming down, he picked up two glasses of juice and headed towards the music room.

"Thank you."

Redfield took the juice and smiled gently at the woman.

He didn't ask the woman why she had been gone for so long; a man is one who can understand a woman's meticulousness and methodical approach.

Redfield inserted the straw, touched it with his lips, and sucked, instantly the sweet and sour taste of purple grapes spreading in his mouth.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed it.

The woman bit the straw in her juice, watching helplessly as Redfield drank the spiked juice, constantly reassuring herself that it was just a laxative.

It's just a laxative, it won't cause any harm.

It's possible that the younger brother was lying about his gambling debts; he just didn't want to see his sister with an older man.

Maybe this is just a prank...

After quenching his thirst, Redfield went to find the waiter to pay for the piano he had his eye on.

But after walking only a few steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and even his vision became somewhat blurred.

His steps suddenly faltered, his body swayed, and the juice fell from his hand, landing on the floor tiles.

"I...I didn't mean to!"

Redfield's unusual behavior made the woman realize that this was not a prank, and that it was not even just a laxative.

She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Under immense pressure, she nearly suffocated, then turned and stumbled away from it all.

"Ryder, forgive me!"

As he watched the woman turn and rush out of the music hall without hesitation, Redfield, who, despite realizing he had been poisoned, still refused to believe it, felt his heart clench violently.

pain!

Why are you doing this to me?

at the same time

Outside the town, in the mountains and forests.

Wood, who had his thumbs clenched in a circle in front of his eyes, witnessed all of this and immediately raised his hands and shouted:

"The legendary pirate 'Lone Red' Barlowry Clydefield has been poisoned! Brothers, charge with me and let those guys at headquarters know that we G-5 are the real men!"

"Oh! For justice!"

As the cloaks were lifted, sailors in uniforms appeared, charging menacingly toward the town with guns and cannons in hand.

Within the town

Redfield staggered out of the music hall and went to the juice shop across the street. Under the horrified gaze of the staff, he rushed backstage, turned on the tap, and bent down to drink the water.

He needed plenty of water to dilute the poison in his stomach and to induce vomiting.

Until his stomach was bloated with water, Redfield struggled to vomit everything out of his stomach.

After successfully inducing vomiting for the first time, Redfield felt noticeably better and bit down on the tap again to force a large amount of water into his stomach.

Prepare for the second vomiting induction!

ta ta ta

Just then, a dense sound of footsteps came from the street outside, growing clearer and clearer as it approached.

Immediately afterwards, a shell flew into the store and hit Redfield, who was drinking water backstage, and exploded with a bang.

"Leave no survivors, fire all the shells in!"

At Wood's command, the marines carrying shoulder-fired cannons pulled the triggers in unison, unleashing a barrage of shells into the shop.

In an instant, explosions erupted one after another, and red light shot into the sky.

The nearby residents were terrified and fled in panic, running away from the battlefield like madmen.

The juice shop and surrounding buildings collapsed amidst a flurry of explosions, sending up clouds of smoke that obscured visibility.

In the thick fog, Wood tightened his grip on his greatsword and stood shoulder to shoulder with the two brigadiers.

"The pirate's presence is still there, everyone stay alert!"

He was a little angry; it was all that stupid woman's fault for spilling most of the poison, causing the dose that should have been lethal in one go to be much less than what was expected.

This also brought a lot of uncertainty to his plans.

If he had known about this uncontrollable accident, he wouldn't have given Bishop a guarantee and let the main combat force sit in the G-5 branch waiting for good news.

Damn it!

Chapter 95 The Destruction of Branch G-5 (Part 2)

Ugh

A sudden gust of wind howled, instantly clearing away the white, dusty haze that had obscured visibility.

As the view cleared, Wood and the other sailors saw a figure standing in the ruins, holding an open umbrella, seemingly unharmed.

"He can still use Armament Haki even after being poisoned? He's a monster!"

Wood's face was extremely gloomy. After a slight glance and a moment of consideration, he roared angrily.

"Plan failed, retreat to base!"

At his command, the marines did not hesitate and decisively turned and fled in all directions.

This is the current style of the G-5: if they can win, they will relentlessly pursue and attack; if they can't win, they will run away.

More troublesome than pirates!

"Did you force her to poison me?"

Redfield put down his umbrella, his face contorted with rage and his eyes bloodshot, and slowly drew a rapier that gleamed with a cold light from the umbrella handle.

He concealed a slender sword within the umbrella handle, a skill he learned from "Nose Song" Brooke.

"You...all must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Redfield's figure blurred and rushed out. Wood, who hadn't even run a few steps before his head was flung off.

The headless corpse stood still, blood spurting out like a fountain.

Even with the poisoning, it was still an overwhelming massacre.

Each time a crimson afterimage flashed by, a fleeing marine was cleaved in two by the rapier, blood splattering and internal organs gushing out.

Hell is unfolding.

After an unknown amount of time, Redfield knelt on one knee, leaning on his sword, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The strenuous activity accelerated the effects of the remaining venom in the body.

He looked up longingly in the direction of the coffee shop, then struggled to his feet and left this place where he had completely given up hope.

Next, he's going to Navy Branch G-5 to find the antidote...

Let's go back to the present.

The naval fleet crashed through the waves and sped across the sea. John stood on the deck of the leading giant warship, his hair disheveled by the sea breeze.

After much consideration, he decided to see his subordinates off.

That's the "Lone Red" Barlowry Clydefield; unless you die from poisoning on the spot, it still poses a terrifying danger.