The heart-wrenching roars of the Billionaire Elder instantly swept across the entire port of Whiskey Peak.
The "residents," who just a second ago had been wearing warm smiles and toasting with pirates as brothers, now had stiff, twisted facial muscles, as if they had donned masks of terror.
The sound of shattering glasses, the loud crash of overturned tables and chairs, mixed with countless discordant screams, completely replaced the previous laughter and joy.
The bounty hunters immediately threw away their armor and weapons, not even bothering to take off their disguises, and scrambled on all fours, fleeing frantically away from the port.
The grand deception that had been disguised as a carnival was completely shattered at this moment.
"Monster! That monster is here!"
"Run! We're going to die! Everyone is going to die!"
"Are you kidding me! How could a monster like that appear here!"
"250 million! That's not a level we can deal with!"
Panic was like a contagious plague; in an instant, the entire port turned into a living hell.
The pirates who had previously been "warmly entertained" were still holding their wine bowls, looking at this sudden scene in bewilderment, completely unable to understand the situation.
Lorne was also standing at the edge of the pier at this moment, looking at the chaotic scene before him, his brows slightly raised.
Was this some new form of performance? Did they mess it up?
He had only heard a huge roar from the cactus building in the distance, and then everyone in the town went crazy.
The fear contained in that roar was so real; it didn't seem like acting.
Was he recognized from afar?
He had become quite the celebrity now, but more importantly, was it necessary to be this afraid? He hadn't said he was going to do anything to them.
Lorne felt a bit bored.
He had originally wanted to observe the comical performance of this group of shoddy actors up close, but it turned out their mental fortitude was so poor that before he could even get close, they had already wrecked the scene themselves.
He shook his head, uninterested in these people's fuss.
His purpose for this trip was clear: wait for the log pose to store the magnetism, pick up a small boat, and then head to the next island.
As for these bounty hunters from Baroque Works, as long as they didn't actively provoke him, Lorne couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them.
After all, cleaning up trash also required effort.
He stepped forward, ignoring the bounty hunters screaming as they ran past him, and walked straight towards the inside of the town.
His pace was not fast, and his leisurely, calm demeanor formed a sharp contrast with the crowd fleeing for their lives around him.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the tallest cactus building had dropped to freezing point.
Mr. 5's face turned the color of a pig's liver; half due to the Billionaire Elder's roar, and the other half because his dignity as a High-Rank Agent had been trampled in public.
Looking at the guys downstairs who were in a complete mess, he felt a surge of anger rush straight to his head.
"Trash! You're all trash!"
He kicked over the table beside him, and the wine bottles and food on it shattered all over the floor.
"Just because of a name! A bounty! You're scared like this? You cowards have lost all face for Baroque Works!"
Miss Valentine also put away her bored demeanor; she held her small parasol, looking down at the Billionaire Elder from above, her pretty face full of disgust.
"How unsightly! If the Boss knew that his Billionaire Elders were all this kind of trash, he would probably be very disappointed, right?"
The Billionaire Elder collapsed on the ground, panting heavily; he no longer had the energy to pay attention to the mockery of these two High-Rank Agents.
Fear had completely gripped his heart; his mind was filled with the record of that man causing chaos in Loguetown.
That was a madman who dared to openly defy the Celestial Dragons and kill a Marine Vice Admiral!
Since it concerned the Celestial Dragons, a Marine Admiral must have been dispatched!
Even so, this guy still appeared on the first island of the Grand Line? This defied common sense! This shouldn't have happened at all!
Mr. 5 walked angrily to the edge of the platform, overlooking the chaotic port below.
His gaze swept across the fleeing crowd, and he quickly locked onto the only figure who was unusually calm.
That person was just standing calmly in the center of the riot, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
"Is that the guy?"
Mr. 5 squeezed a few words out of his throat, filled with a strong scent of gunpowder.
The lookout tremblingly raised his binoculars to confirm, then answered with a crying voice.
"Y-yes! That's him! Exactly like on the bounty poster!"
"Very good."
The corners of Mr. 5's mouth curled into a ferocious arc.
He felt offended—by the Billionaire Elder, by those useless subordinates downstairs, and by that so-called "frost fairy" who had caused all of this.
A mere rookie, actually daring to make him, a High-Rank Agent, look this embarrassed? Unforgivable!
He was going to personally deal with this trouble and use this rookie's head to re-establish his dignity as a High-Rank Agent!
"Miss Valentine, you wait here."
Mr. 5 flexed his wrists, his knuckles making a series of cracking sounds.
"I want to let this arrogant brat understand that the Grand Line is not a place where a rookie like him can run wild!"
Having said that, he leaped, jumping directly from the second-floor platform, landing heavily on the street and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Miss Valentine twirled her parasol with interest and giggled:
"Oh my, what a hothead! But that's fine, it's a good chance to let him see the strength of a High-Rank Agent."
She didn't take that guy named Lorne to heart.
In her opinion, Mr. 5 was a devil fruit user; dealing with a rookie who had just come from the Four Blues, wasn't that just child's play?
The Billionaire Elder closed his eyes in despair.
It's over, everything is over!
Lorne stopped his steps, seeing someone with undisguised malice descend from the sky and land not far ahead of him.
He looked at the man wearing a strange trench coat, sunglasses, and having a weird hairstyle.
The other party was sizing him up with a provocative posture, as if inspecting merchandise.
"Hey, are you that so-called frost fairy?"
Mr. 5 picked his nose, then lightly flicked the booger in Lorne's direction with his finger, a move full of insult.
"Doesn't look like much. I thought you were some monster with three heads and six arms! Turns out you're just a pretty boy?"
Lorne looked at the other party expressionlessly; he was a bit annoyed now.
He had originally just wanted to quietly finish recording the magnetism and leave this place; why did blind flies always have to buzz in front of him?
"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?"
Seeing that Lorne didn't answer, but only looked at him with that gaze so indifferent it was almost dismissive, the anger in Mr. 5's heart burned even brighter.
He hated that kind of gaze the most, as if he were a clown.
"Looks like if I don't show you some color, you won't know how to answer questions."
He took a deep breath and then exhaled sharply.
Immediately, a small, invisible air bomb shot out of his mouth, shooting towards Lorne's face at extreme speed.
This was one of the applications of his devil fruit, which could turn his exhaled breath into small bombs with explosive power.
The moment the air bomb was about to touch Lorne's face, a faint layer of cold air flashed across his body.
Bang!
A dull, soft sound.
The air bomb, which was enough to blast a hole in a stone, simply vanished into thin air the moment it touched the air half an inch in front of Lorne's body, without even causing a ripple.
The ferocious grin on Mr. 5's face stiffened.
He stared blankly at Lorne, completely unable to understand what had happened.
His attack... vanished?
"You..."
Just as he was about to say something, he realized that the man opposite him had already disappeared from where he stood.
A bone-chilling cold surged from behind him without warning.
Mr. 5's body instantly stiffened, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
He wanted to turn around but found that his body wouldn't listen to him at all.
A hand covered in thin frost gently pressed against the back of his neck.
"I hate it when people flick boogers at me."
A voice, so calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, echoed faintly in his ear.
"So... could you please die?"
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