Fishman in One Piece

Chapter 7 Warnings and Visitors

In an instant, Brett found himself surrounded by the marines.

Although the navy refrained from utilizing their weapons, Brett was once again constrained by shackles, leaving him in an vulnerable situation.

Brett could comprehend the marines indignation.

The marines who lost their lives as a consequence of his actions today and those who sustained injuries were both allies and friends of them.

Their anger was entirely justifiable.

However, this comprehension was ultimately futile.

In many instances, people do not act purely out of desire. Positions, interests, emotions, and a myriad of factors weave together like strands, manipulating people to behave impulsively.

Brett recognized the marine's fury, yet he did not intend to be subdued in such a manner.

Consequently, as the marines surged toward him in an attempt to force him to the ground, he had already slightly crouched down, his leg muscles tense, and additional water was being pumped into his legs.

"Water stomp."

His bent legs straightened in an instant, and the explosive force transmitted through the ground. The resulting reaction propelled Brett's tall frame forward like a locomotive.

Regardless of circumstances, his priority was to escape the encirclement.

While he could not stride confidently due to the shackles, small steps sufficed at this moment.

No marine could impede his progress, and those obstructing his path were sent sprawling like bowling pins.

Abruptly, screams erupted from outside the cell.

"Bastard! "

Captain Ronald bellowed in fury, his feet striking the ground with extreme speed, using shave and moonstep at the same time.

As Brett decelerated, Ronald suddenly materialized in the air behind him.

"Tempest kick! ! "

The Captain's body abruptly contorted midair, and his right leg cut through the air in a sickle-like motion, about to land on Brett's shoulder.

'Nowhere near as fast as that Rear Admiral.'

Brett thought this and raised his hands.

Whem!

A resounding crash echoed.

Ronald's right foot collided forcefully with the chain binding Brett's hands.

The Captain's powerful kick sent the taut chains creaking and bending downward, causing Brett's arms to bend slightly as well.

However, it became evident that the specially designed alloy handcuffs in this facility were indeed of exceptional quality, as the chains remained undamaged.

"What! "

Ronald's eyes widened in disbelief.

To block his attack so effortlessly, the strength of this Fishman—

Brett did not allow Ronald the chance to collect himself. He seized the captain's legs with both hands and yanked him forward.

In an instant, the captain lost control of his balance, and as the scenery shifted rapidly before him, he was being held upside down by Brett

"You should stop this." Brett stated calmly. " Before I get angry."

Ronald gritted his teeth and attempted to kick Breyt with his other leg.

Yet, before he could execute the move, Brett had already lifted him.

Like a whip, Bright swung Captain Ronald in a smooth circular motion.

Then, he cast a glance at the marines positioned behind him before released his hold on the Captain

Swoooosh—!!!

In an instant, like an cannon being expelled from a barrel.

The Captain tore through the clustered marine personnel.

The overwhelming force was beyond what the marines could endure, resulting in their dispersion after the impact.

Ronald himself broke through the line of marines and collided with the wall, creating a muted noise.

Dahd~

"Uhg.."

Ronald lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head. His face was marked by disbelief; however, before he could articulate anything, he expelled a mouthful of blood and then slumped onto the ground,unconscious.

The remaining marines were silent, their faces filled with fear.

Captain Ronald, who had mastered four of the six styles, was so easily overpowered?

Brett exhaled slowly in relief.

The strength he displayed was significantly greater than before.

By merely consuming the fruit, and without utilizing all his abilities, he achieved such an enhancement.

' Mythical Zoan devil fruits are crazy strong. Or perhaps Kaido's bloodline factor has had an effect as well?"

In this scenario, his anticipation grew. What level of power could he attain after fully unleashing his abilities?

While contemplating this, Brett walked back slowly.

As he approached, the marines instinctively recoiled to the sides and pressed against the wall, striving to keep a safe distance from Brett.

Nevertheless, many remained unyielding, standing defiantly before Brett.

"Do not overestimate yourself! Fishman! ! "

They shouted, "Have you forgotten your circumstances? "

Brett paid them no mind and entered the familiar prison cell, closing the door behind him.

The Marines exchanged looks with one another.

Then, in the next moment, they all exhaled in unison, relieved.

"Quickly, secure the door! Lock the door! Do not allow him to emerge again! "

"Go check on Captain Ronald's condition! "

Brett remained unconcerned about the cell door being bolted.

Drenched in sweat, he decided to take a shower.

As cold water cascaded over him, Brett began to reflect on the events of the evening.

If Vegapunk's assurances hold true, even though he didn't escape, he is in a more advantageous situation.

This is coupled with the Mythical Zoan possessing Kaido's genetic factor, which had substantially augmented his strength compared to before.

Not only had his immediate combat effectiveness improved, but incorporating Kaido's bloodline factors had significantly expanded his body's potential.

And if Vegapunk's research reaches fruition, the potential might see an astonishing increase instantaneously.

'However, can that guy, Vegapunk, be trusted?'

Brett raised his gaze, allowing the water to clean his face.

'I have no choice but to trust him...'

After turning off the water, Brett wiped the water from his face, his expression reflecting his dejection.

'But why is he so strong, I thought he was a weak scientist.'

Brett remembered that previously, Vegapunk had placed his hand on his shoulder with a grin, creating an overwhelming sensation akin to a mountain pressing down on him, rendering him unable to escape from his grip.

Undoubtedly, he won't stand a chance against Vegapunk.

Brett acknowledged this realization.

Similar to Judge, Caesar, and Queen, Vegapunk was not an weak scientist.

As expressed by Vegapunk, regardless of his willingness, cooperation with his research was the only option available.

In any case, that was the extent of what he could do at this moment.

Brett reclined on the bed.

After a night fraught with tension, Brett swiftly succumbed to sleep.

His rest was brief.

Brett was abruptly awoken by a loud sound during his sleep. He immediately turned over, but before he could react, a force propelled him directly against the wall.

Subsequently, the sharp point of a sword nearly grazed Brett's right pupil.

The Rear Admiral he had encountered the previous night entered the prison, his expression filled with anger.

He gripped Brett's shoulder with his left hand, pinning him against the wall, while holding a sword in his right hand, the blade nearly penetrating Brett's eye.

"Well done, fishman! You have sent a multitude of fools to the medical department again! "

The remarks of the Rear Admiral, identified as Hager, were laced with fury. "Do you want me to cut you into sashimi? "

Brett remained silent.

At this moment, he experienced unexpected emotions.

These people did not intentionally employ discriminatory language to provoke him; for them, such phrases were merely customary and commonplace.

A rather helpless truth.

Amidst his wild thoughts, Brett responded calmly, "Are you planning to disobey Vegapunk's orders, Rear Admiral? "

The Rear Admiral clicked his tongue, "You are quite arrogant, Fishman, You better hope that the doctor's research don't end. "

"Of course I'm going to arrogant, because you can't do shit to me."

Brett casually pushed aside the Rear Admiral's sword, maintaining direct eye contact with him, his tone unwavering.

Hager's cheeks twitched, and he coldly responded, "In any case, remain composed, fishman. If you dare to create any more trouble, even the doctor will become infuriated, and I will kill you! "

"Sure, but you must ensure that the marine's don't start something with me."

Brett asserted, pushing the Rear Admiral away while stating nonchalantly, "I don't want any trouble. "

"Hmph, I will keep an eye on you."

The Rear Admiral sheathed his sword and declared, "Let's go see the doctor. "

He said nothing, just silently accompanied the man all the way to Vegapunk's laboratory. Upon opening the door, Brett encountered an unforeseen person.

"Yo, helloo."

Brett's pupils abruptly constricted.