The Terror of the Pirates

Eustass Kid.

In the original work, he was called the Era of Extreme Evil along with the supernova pirates such as Luffy and Zoro, and he is also a ruthless killer.

Alex habitually regarded Kid as a target to be determined, but although he wanted to, he would not take any unnecessary risks.

If the conditions permitted, he would of course take Kid's experience points.

But if the conditions were not right, he would not easily take risks.

Not to mention, he was now a weakling.

"The world of One Piece..."

Alex withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to hide the strangeness in his eyes.

It was a great surprise to meet the young Kid here. It was like a trigger, causing the memories of One Piece that had been buried in the corner to surge back.

These memories would become important information in Hunter's Notes in the future that could be converted into experience points.

The arrival of Alex and Sunny brought the tense standoff to a temporary halt.

Kid glanced at Alex, who was looking down in silence. Little did he know that this seemingly weak and feeble guy was actually one of his temporary hunting targets.

If he had known, he would probably have just laughed in disdain.

Without paying much attention to Alex, Kid turned to Saul and spoke in an impolite tone.

"Tsk, where did you find another free laborer? I wonder how he will die this time? I guess he will be hacked to death and become a worthless piece of meat on the street."

"Heh, there is no shortage of 'undertakers' in Mad Hatter Town. With them, even if this little guy is chopped into dozens of pieces of meat, they can still pry out something with volatile value from it. So, as long as he dies a proper death, it doesn't matter if I don't get even a little benefit."

Saul, whose face was deeply marked by the passage of time, shook his gilded pipe and let the ashes fall to the ground.

"Speaking of hard labor, I have high expectations of you. Kid, if you are willing to work for me, I will get you Keanu's sidearm and even Salamander's short sword. In addition, I can provide you with a long-term supply of the most mellow wine in the West Sea."

"Get out!"

Kid said coldly, "I won't be inferior to anyone."

"What a pity,"

said Saul, shaking his head.

The two men's conversation, which was carried out as if they were alone, was heard by Alex, who got some useful information.

Mad Hatter Town?

West Sea?

A place where people could kill people on the street, and there was just a gunshot.

Here, it was very likely that the pirates were mixed together in an uninhabitable black area.

Thinking about this, Alex took an unobtrusive look at the shelves in the store, which were full of knives and guns.

This was an arms store.

Moreover, this person who looked like the owner, Saul, seemed to have a different kind of persistence when it came to [value theory].

Alex thought silently.

As a newcomer, he could only be cautious in his words and actions.

Noticing Alex's composure, a glimmer appeared in Saul's eyes.

Then, he jumped off the stool and walked out from behind the counter.

It was only then that Alex realized that Saul was less than a meter tall.

Subconsciously looking at the counter, which was more than 1.5 meters high, he could more or less guess that Saul must have been standing on a stool just now, so he could look at Kid eye to eye.

After a while of arguing with Saul, Kid's patience had almost worn out.

He looked at Saul, who had come out of the cabinet, and asked coldly, "Are you going to sell that gun or not?"

Saul looked up and glanced at the cloth bag filled with berries in Kid's hands, and asked in return, "Where's the money?"

Veins appeared on Kid's forehead as he angrily said, "What do you care where I got the money from? Are you selling or not?"

If he didn't know that Saul was no ordinary person, he would not be wasting his time here.

Saul seemed to have not seen the about-to-explode Kid, leisurely taking a sip of his cigarette.

"Didn't I just say that? I won't sell you Keanu's gun even if I disassemble it into parts and throw it in the landfill."

Kid's face was covered in more blue veins, and he glared at him, saying, "Then go ahead and throw it away!"

Knock, knock.

Saul pounded his pipe against the cabinet a few times and said, "I'll throw it away when I pick a good day."

"Old man!!!"

Kid suppressed his anger with difficulty.

In stark contrast, Saul was completely unfazed.

Alex saw this scene and immediately realized that Saul was not as weak as he appeared.

After all, Kid, who was hot-tempered and said he would do it, was able to suppress his emotions, so he must be a tough guy.

Alex observed without saying a word and could vaguely feel the helplessness from Sunny next to him.

In Sunny's opinion, Saul may be a money-grubber, but he is not the kind of businessman who will bow and scrape just for money. And he hates people who are rude.

So, as long as you are polite, Keanu's guns are not exactly a non-negotiable item. If the price is right, Saul will definitely sell.

But Kid is clearly aware of this, but he doesn't hold back at all, which is why this farce of a customer trying to buy the boss but not selling has played out.

What Sunny couldn't understand was that Saul, with his temperament, could tolerate Kid's attitude so many times.

She also wondered what Saul saw in Kid.

Kid couldn't get the better of Saul, and didn't want to stay and take abuse any longer. He picked up the cloth bag with the money in it, turned around, and strode towards the door that opened to the side.

"No need to see me off,"

said Saul, looking at Kid's back.

Kid didn't turn around.

He walked a few steps to the door and suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The single wooden door on the other side of the door was suddenly kicked open by a man holding a machete.

The wooden door hit the wall with a dull sound, nearly falling apart and retiring.

The man was covered in blood and exuded a lingering murderous aura, obviously having just killed a lot of people.

As soon as he set foot in the shop, the first thing he saw was the bulging cloth bag that Kid was holding in his hands. The cold murderous intent turned into words of gnashing teeth.

"Little brat, you made me look for a while."

"Where did you come from, you dog of a family?"

Kid looked at the man coldly, and the corners of his thin lips curled up.

In front of the counter, Saul narrowed his eyes and looked first at the wooden door on the right that had been kicked into the wall by Kid earlier, and then at the wooden door on the left that had now been kicked open by the man with the knife.

He's addicted to kicking.

Saul's old face was full of frost.

The man with the knife only had Kid in his sights, and he didn't give the other people the slightest glance as he glared at Kid with his sword across his chest.

"I've put a bounty of 11 million berries on my head, and I'm known as the executioner..."

"Pop!"

Before the man with the knife could finish his obviously very familiar opening line, he was stunned by a slap from Saul, who had appeared behind him at some point.

Kid's pupils immediately contracted. He was closest to the man with the knife, but he didn't quite see Saul's action.

This old thing...is really not to be trifled with.

Saul landed lightly.

At his height, if he didn't jump, he would only be able to hit the knife-wielding man's knees.

After landing, Saul didn't even look at the knife-wielding man who had fainted and fell to the ground. Instead, he looked at Kid, who was standing still, and said indifferently, "What? You still want to stay for dinner?"

Kid's cheeks trembled, and without looking back, he walked away in big strides.

After watching Kid leave, Saul directly closed the shop door, which was not far from the retirement home.

Sunny came up behind Saul and whispered, "I think you're being a little too 'friendly' to Kid."

"Friendly?"

Saul turned around and looked at Sunny and laughed, 'It might be more appropriate to use the word 'biased'."

"Hm," Sunny nodded, while she was feeling for valuables from the unconscious man with the knife, and she said again, "I think you're being a little too 'biased' towards Kid."

"Haha,"

Saul put away his gold-plated pipe and picked up the blood-stained machete that had fallen to the ground.

"In this world, it's either black or white, there's no such thing as fairness. The reason I'm biased towards him is naturally because he has value that allows me to be biased."

By the time he had finished speaking, Saul had already wiped the machete clean and placed it on one of the shelves, turning it into a product for sale on the spot.

Alex felt ashamed as he watched the two men exchange words while skillfully gathering wealth.

After placing the machete, Saul walked up to the man and kicked him in the head.

"This guy's head is still worth a few coins, but unfortunately it can't be exchanged for money. By the way, what's his name?"

"He is the captain of the Ghost Blade Pirates, Evan Watt, also known as the Executioner. He is a well-known swordsman in the West Sea, and the bounty on his head is 11 million berries."

Sunny placed the valuable items she had found on the counter.

As the half-assed informant of Mad Hatter Town, she kindly helped the pirate complete the introduction that Saul had interrupted.

"Oh."

Saul rubbed his chin and suddenly looked at the low-key and silent Alex.

"You, come here."

Alex saw Saul pointing at him and walked up to him without saying a word.

Saul raised his hand and tapped Alex's knee, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Can you show some respect for an old man? Do I need to remind you to sit down?"

Alex's mouth twitched, and he immediately understood. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, successfully sitting on the same level as Saul.

Their line of sight was finally equal, and Saul nodded with satisfaction, taking a close look at Alex.

In terms of first impressions, he was more satisfied with Alex's composure from beginning to end, which was not the mental quality that an ordinary person should have.

"What's your name?"

"Bacardi Alex."

This was the signature on the photo, and since the names matched, it saved Alex the trouble.

"This surname..."

Saul muttered, looking habitually at the little information expert Sunny.

Sunny reminded him, "Sells alcohol."

Saul suddenly realized, 'Oh, I remember, his rum is not bad, and it seems like it was in the newspaper a few days ago? It said that the armed merchant ship carrying the goods was looted by a certain pirate group, and not a single person was left alive, including the owner."

Sunny nodded, 'Yes."

"Well, that's interesting,"

Saul turned to Alex and his eyes slowly narrowed.

After a long while, without waiting for Alex to respond, Saul suddenly took out a small, short knife that looked no different from a fruit knife and handed it to Alex with a smile.

"Just say goodbye to the past and kill this guy named Watt."

"No problem!"

Alex's eyes narrowed and then relaxed, and without any hesitation, he took the short knife that Saul had handed him.

His face remained expressionless, but inside, he was overjoyed.

This was a gift that had been handed to him on a platter.

Alex looked at the unconscious Watt.

I will remember you, the executioner known as Evan Watt, for which a reward of 11 million berries has been offered.

Alex was filled with awe.

Seeing that Alex was so obedient and decisive, Saul was even more satisfied.

Then, all Alex said was, "I want to go to the bathroom first."

"..." Saul.

"..." Sunny.