A drunk pirate staggered towards Disco, the pungent smell of alcohol making Disco frown.
"Watch where you're going."
Disco grunted. If it were in the past, he would have already ordered his men to capture this pirate, put a slave collar on him, and then auction him off.
"I..."
The drunken pirate holding a bottle of rum gazed at Disco with bleary eyes. After a moment, the pirate's expression changed slightly, and he stepped aside to the street.
"Bumpkin."
Disco sneered, taking steps forward. The bottle in the pirate's hand cracked. Though the pirate considered Disco a nobody, the person behind Disco was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Strutting away like a triumphant rooster, Disco had a smug expression. Leaning against the street, the pirate sneered, thinking that if Disco ever lost his power, he'd be the first to capture him and feed him to the fish.
Disco and his men passed through District 30, heading straight toward Redwood District No.70.
