Chapter 70: The World's First Swordsman

"Eagle-like eyes?"

Buchi's mind suddenly conjured an image of a man Gao Wen had mentioned.

"Eagle Eye Mihawk?"

"The man known as the World's First Swordsman? The guy Green Algae talks about every day?"

Speaking thus.

A trace of Solemnity appeared on Buchi's face; he turned to look at Sam and said:

"If it really is that guy, then besides the Captain, I doubt anyone could be his match."

Sam was slightly stunned, then casually waved his hand:

"Didn't the Captain say it? An existence like Eagle Eye, even in the New World, is a top-tier powerhouse; how could he possibly come to the East Blue, universally acknowledged as the weakest?"

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence of similar features."

"After all, there are many people in this world who look alike; isn't the Captain also that actor..."

"Hehehe~"

Hearing this, Buchi also let out a long breath:

"It must have been a misunderstanding."

He picked up the receiver and spoke to the pirate on the other end:

"Keep watching; Buchi and I will be there immediately."

"For this target, we've been searching for over a month; once confirmed without error, I will notify the Captain!"

"Yes!"

He hung up the phone.

Buchi hurriedly stuffed several pieces of cake into his mouth, gave the remaining cookies to the children surrounding him, and then departed with Sam.

Minutes later, the pirate ship at the port raised its sails and set off, speeding toward the location of the Sea Restaurant Baratie.

Several hours later.

Offshore, dozens of nautical miles from Raccoon Port.

A pirate ship broken in half slowly sank into the water, its skull flag with a round shield base gradually being swallowed by the sea.

The Sea Restaurant Baratie floated quietly on the nearby sea surface.

In the kitchen.

A group of chefs bustled back and forth, serving dish after dish of exquisite cuisine to the dining table, yet all only to entertain a single guest.

"To actually encounter such a big shot in the East Blue?"

"The man known as the World's First Swordsman, and also one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea holding a World Government raid permit, Eagle Eye Mihawk!"

"Even old man Zeff broke out in a cold sweat when he saw that guy."

"But fortunately, the target is the Gao Wen Pirates, not us."

In the midst of these words.

Patty, a chef who looked strikingly like Popeye, with a rugged face but a pink scarf tied around his chest, raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked into the restaurant with lingering fear.

There, a man wearing a black felt hat with a stern expression was eating the exquisite dishes on the table in an orderly fashion.

His movements were extremely elegant, yet his eating speed was terrifyingly fast.

In just half an hour, the plates on the table that hadn't been cleared in time had piled up into a small mountain, yet the man showed no sign of stopping.

Only when the back kitchen staff were too exhausted to straighten their backs did the man finally stop his actions and elegantly wipe his mouth.

The man was naturally Eagle Eye, who had fought his way from the New World to the East Blue, and his purpose on this journey had only one goal.

"Are you people from the Gao Wen Pirates?"

A gaze as sharp as a hawk fell upon the cat brothers, whose faces were bruised and swollen, standing nearby.

The two stammered, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time, simply because the shock the man before them brought was too exaggerated.

From several kilometers away, a green sword energy had sliced their pirate ship in half at the waist, and even with its momentum unabated, it flew all the way to the end of their line of sight.

The cat brothers hadn't even had time to react before this battle was declared over; fortunately, there were no casualties on board.

Such a thing, in the cat brothers' memory, was something even their Captain Gao Wen, strong as a monster, could not do!

Seeing the two's unclear speech, Eagle Eye gradually lost patience.

He drew the long black blade resembling a cross from behind his back, pressed the sharp edge against Sam's neck, and said indifferently:

"If you want to live, tell me where Gao Wen is right now!"

"I..."

Sam's whole body trembled uncontrollably, but he was unwilling to betray Gao Wen; he stiffened his neck and said:

"Even if you kill me, don't expect to get any news of the Captain from my mouth!"

"Interesting!"

"Not only that bloodthirsty look, but also the ability to make subordinates so loyal; my interest in this man is growing!"

A hint of a smile curled at the corner of Eagle Eye's mouth; he then turned to look at the nearby Buchi and said indifferently:

"I will give you two choices now: watch your companion fall here, or send the message to Gao Wen and have him come to see me!"

"I..."

"Buchi!"

Sam turned to look at the hesitating Buchi and shouted loudly:

"Do not forget who gave you the chance to live again; even in death, you must not betray that man!"

"For people like us, dying here matters not; let it be repayment for debts owed before."

"But he is different; he must still lead everyone—!"

Sam's gradually agitated emotions were interrupted by Hawk-Eye's blade advancing another inch, and scarlet fresh blood flowed from his neck.

He instantly held his breath, for if the blade on his neck moved another inch closer, it would sever the artery.

"Stop!"

Butchi hurriedly spoke to stop Hawk-Eye's action:

"I will have the Captain come here!"

Seeing Hawk-Eye halt the action in his hand.

Butchi, his arm trembling, took a Den Den Mushi from his bosom and, after a moment of hesitation, dialed a familiar number.

If Hawk-Eye's blade were on his own neck, he might still hold on, but witnessing Sam die right before his eyes, he could not accept it under any circumstances.

Quickly.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line:

"Moxi Moxi~"

"Butchi, have you found the target?"

Hawk-Eye snatched the Den Den Mushi from Butchi's hand and said indifferently:

"If you want your subordinate to live, come meet me at the Sea Restaurant Baratie; the coordinates are..."

On the other end of the line.

Gao Wen's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

Now, Gao Wen's pirate crew presents a situation of near-total dominance in the East Blue.

Excluding the Marines, no faction should dare to act against his people; even if the Marines acted against him, it should not be in this manner.

Moreover, whether any Marine in the current East Blue dares to act against his people remains to be seen.

Then there is only one answer...

"A pirate from the Grand Line?"

"I do not recall offending any pirates there in any way."

"Who exactly are you?"

Hawk-Eye's tone was indifferent:

"Just a swordsman who finds some boredom and enjoys watching new seeds sprout."

"I happened to see a rather good seed in the East Blue, looking forward to what kind of flower it might eventually bloom into."

"..."

A figure flashed instantly through Gao Wen's mind:

"Hawk-Eye Mihawk?!"

"Keen perception ability~"

Hawk-Eye slowly sheathed the Black Blade, and his interest in Gao Wen grew even stronger at that moment:

"From now until sunset tomorrow afternoon, if you cannot arrive, then these subordinates of yours, who are unwilling to betray you even in death, may well be buried in the sea."

"Beep—!"

Gao Wen looked at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, which was gradually withering, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty.

He did not know much about Hawk-Eye's temper.

He only knew this was a man who would slaughter a fleet of five thousand people just because his afternoon nap was disturbed, even chasing all the way from the Grand Line to the East Blue.

"This time, the trouble is great..."

"This broken mouth, why did you jinx it, jinx it!"

(End of this chapter)