What made the Marines even more wary was that Sabaody Archipelago was the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons, where most of them resided. Once a battle broke out here, any harm to these World Nobles would result in consequences the Marines could not afford.
Thus, a tacit understanding had quietly formed: generally, if pirates did not act recklessly or high-profile, the Marines would refrain from intervening.
Rojen's crew quickly entered the island, their figures gradually disappearing into the streets.
In this vast Sabaody Archipelago, capturing a single person was no easy task.
Half an hour later, as they walked down the street, Rojen's crew suddenly stopped.
"Captain… look over there!" Trens whispered.
Everyone followed the direction he pointed, and their pupils shrank sharply.
Not far ahead, a group of about ten Marines marched briskly, their expressions serious.
And the person they were all watching, the man at the front, was tall, with purple hair, a square and rough face, and an aura of commanding righteousness. But none of this would have shocked them as much as his rank.
He was an Admiral.
"Black Arm… Zephyr!" Crocodile said gravely.
The middle-aged man, silent as he led a group of young Marines down the street, was none other than Marine Admiral Black Arm Zephyr.
"Rumor has it that he was dispatched by Headquarters to maintain stability in Sabaody Archipelago for this period of time… didn't expect it to be true," Rojen said in a low voice.
He did not rush forward. The power of an Admiral was immense, and there was no need to face him directly unless absolutely necessary. The purpose of this mission was to rescue someone; unnecessary battles were to be avoided.
"This old man isn't simple. He's from the same generation as Hero Vice Admiral Garp, and easily counts as one of the strongest forces in the Marines today!"
Jason marveled.
They all understood the danger, now they knew why, despite walking so long, the streets had shown no signs of chaos.
Even a single Admiral could suppress even a Supernova-level pirate. No one dared to act recklessly.
"Let's go."
After casting a final glance at Zephyr, Rojen's crew moved quickly on.
The streets were crowded, and even the Admiral didn't immediately notice anyone secretly observing him.
After walking for another half-hour, Rojen looked at the hotel ahead and smiled faintly.
"Sabaody, No. 13 District… Shakky's extortion BAR."
This time, their target was this bar, or more precisely, the person inside it.
"Captain… are we going in?"
Jason asked, curious. He didn't quite understand why the captain would come here.
"Go in."
Rojen did not explain, only gave the order.
Soon, they pushed open the bar's double doors and stepped inside.
The bar was very open. There were only about five or six patrons, each occupying a table alone, quietly drinking.
Soft background music played on a loop, adding a subtle atmosphere to the room.
"Ten people? Find a table yourselves!"
Behind the bar stood a woman who looked to be around thirty. She had a cigarette in her mouth and was polishing glasses. Seeing them, she spoke casually.
"I'm here to see someone."
Rojen smiled slightly as he spoke in a soft voice.
"Hm?" Shakky paused mid-polish and looked at him, slightly surprised. "You look familiar."
"Do I?"
Rojen smiled.
"But I don't have the person you're looking for here. Find a table, what'll you drink?"
"Three bottles of rum, please."
Rojen waved off her response and led the crew to a table.
"Captain… is there something unusual about that woman?"
Trens watched Shakky curiously and asked.
"She used to be a pirate," Rojen said softly.
"Can't tell at all,"
The crew murmured in astonishment, sneaking a few more glances.
At that moment, Shakky brought over three bottles of alcohol and set them in front of the crew.
"Don't talk about me, I can hear everything clearly."
She glanced at them, eyes warning, yet a faint smile lingered.
"Bar owner, I'd like to see your husband," Rojen said directly.
"Oh? And why would you want to see him? He's just a coated guy, nothing special," Shakky replied nonchalantly.
"I need him to do me a favor," Rojen said frankly.
"He's not here."
Shakky turned and walked away, ignoring them entirely.
Rojen didn't mind. He only smiled and joined his crew in drinking.
An hour later, they left, seemingly unconcerned about the person Rojen had mentioned.
"Captain, what do we do next?"
"Just have some fun. Relax a bit," Rojen shrugged.
Life at sea wasn't all fighting. During this adventure, there were naturally moments of enjoyment.
Sabaody Archipelago, with its mix of fishmen and humans, offered everything fun one could want, satisfying most tastes.
The crew immediately began seeking food and entertainment, moving at their own whim, free of any pressure.
By evening, at Shakky's bar, a middle-aged man with wavy hair and glasses walked in.
Behind him followed a fishman with eight arms, clutching a stack of papers.
"You're back?"
Shakky greeted him.
"Yeah, today's customers were a bit difficult to handle. Took some extra time," the man stretched lazily.
"At noon, a young man came looking for you," Shakky said.
"Oh?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled. "What did he look like?"
"I didn't pay attention," Shakky replied.
The man sighed. In a place like this, if a stranger suddenly came looking for him, there had to be a reason, but she claimed not to notice.
At this moment, the fishman stepped forward, placing the stack of papers on the bar and began flipping through them with several arms.
Shakky glanced and saw they were Marine bounty posters.
"What are you doing with this, Hachi?"
"I'm checking to see when it might come in handy when I set sail," Hachi replied in his gruff voice.
"With your strength? If you go out to sea, don't let anyone capture you for display," Shakky teased.
Hachi ignored her and continued flipping through the posters.
Suddenly, Shakky moved and pressed down on the arm Hachi was using to flip the papers.
"Wait a moment."
She looked at the top poster carefully, confirming it, then pointed.
"That's right, it's him. The kid who came looking for you earlier. Turns out he's a pirate."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man looked over curiously.
On the Wanted Poster was a young face, wearing a faint smile, eyes bright and lively, appearing harmless. Yet the numbers beneath it sent chills through those present.
Hachi couldn't help but read them aloud.
"Rojen, Nether Soul Pirates captain, bounty 350 million!"
(End Of This Chapter)
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