Chapter 101: Hannabal

"We are here to capture him. Please cooperate so we can catch him as soon as possible and recover your losses!"

After a long silence, the burly man in the lead still didn't speak.

Karl shook his head helplessly and turned to Smoker: "Take all the Marine soldiers back to the warship. Ain and I will stay here."

"Why?"

Karl didn't answer. He couldn't say, "Because you don't look Move Move Like a good person!"

After Smoker and the others left, Karl and Ain instantly looked harmless.

"Now it’s just us. Please trust us, trust the Marines!"

The burly man in the lead first coughed lightly with his hand over his mouth, then turned to the people beside him and said: "Everyone, put down your guns."

"Rear Admiral Karl, hello. I am Mayor Joe. Just call me Old Joe. We had no choice just now..."

Karl waved his hand with a smile: "It’s fine, I understand. But don't worry, I mainly just want to find you to understand the situation with Gasparde."

"Sigh~ Two days ago..."

After a while, Karl and Ain returned to the port. He had enough intelligence.

"Whew~ This is troublesome!"

"What’s wrong?" Smoker was confused.

Karl glanced at Ain, and Ain said: "That guy Gasparde robbed a steamship at Borios Port called the 'Salamander'. It’s very fast. I’m afraid he’s long gone."

Smoker said anxiously: "What should we do? We can't just let him remain at large, right?"

Karl rubbed his temples, recalling the intelligence Mayor Joe had just provided.

Gasparde’s body parts could turn into any shape, and he ignored bullets.

This gave Karl a sense of familiarity. Could this guy also be a plot character?

Sigh! Such small fry are really troublesome.

"Ain, what islands are nearby?"

"Wait, let me look at the chart."

Ain spread out the chart and listed them one by one: "Selum, Mastar Island, Wind-Breath Island, Banana Island, Lerwick Port..."

"Just these?"

Ain shook her head: "No, there is another island called Hannabal, but it..."

"Wait!"

Hannabal. The name of this island sounded familiar to Karl.

"We’re going to Hannabal!"

Ain and Smoker looked at each other and said in unison: "Why?"

"Intuition!"

Fine, you’re the boss, you call the shots.

Regardless of what they thought, Karl was full of confidence because he had remembered: Gasparde was that Candy-Candy Fruit user.

The Candy-Candy Fruit’s properties were similar to the Mochi-Mochi Fruit. If developed well, it would be very strong, but with Gasparde’s strength, it probably wouldn't be that strong.

"Depart immediately!"

Hannabal, it sounded a bit of a mouthful, but this island was a real "drifting island" because its magnetism wasn't very good, causing the Log Pose to be unable to store magnetism, so finding it required some luck.

However, the Marines had long since studied the drifting patterns of Hannabal, and finding this island was easy.

It only took them three days to successfully arrive in the waters near Hannabal.

The island looked Move Move Like a roadblock because there was a very high mountain peak in the middle of the island, and even more magically, there was a stream at the top of this mountain that flowed directly into the sea.

"It is said that Hannabal holds a death race every year, and the rewards are exceptionally generous, attracting a large number of pirates."

"So, this is actually a pirate gathering place. If we go directly, I’m afraid we’ll alert the enemy."

Karl nodded: "Makes sense. Ain, you stay on the ship. Smoker and I will go to Hannabal."

"Why is it me again?"

"Hmm?"

"Fine!"

To avoid attracting attention, Smoker changed into a hoodlum outfit, and Karl put on the standard big-shot floral shirt, beach shorts, and flip-flops, with a pair of wide sunglasses on his face.

"That’s about it. We shouldn't be discovered. Let’s go!"

As for how to get from the ship to Hannabal, that was Move Move Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own magic.

Seeing Smoker fly away by elementalizing, Karl also took the opportunity to ride on a giant raven; using Moon Walk was too exhausting.

Hannabal.

Their arrival didn't attract any attention. Smoker’s temperament was spot on, and Karl looked more Move Move Like a tourist.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ There really are pirates everywhere here~"

"Just some small fry. Don't forget our goal."

Smoker nodded and followed Karl into a tavern. There were guys with tattoos everywhere; one look and you knew they weren't up to any good.

After ordering two glasses of rum, Smoker walked to the bar and whispered: "Excuse me, is the death race held here?"

The boss with a flat top looked at Smoker. Hmm, fierce-looking, knife scars on his body, dressed Move Move Like a hoodlum—either a pirate or a thug.

"What do you want? To compete or to bet?"

Smoker exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled: "Of course... to bet!"

Then he took a stack of cash from his pocket and sniffed it pretentiously.

"Follow me!"

Smoker turned to look at Karl, blinked, and Karl followed immediately.

After following the bartender into a secret room, the bartender closed the door, leaned over, and lit the lantern beside him, illuminating the entire room.

Ahead was a pitch-black tunnel, looking a bit Move Move Like an abandoned mine.

"Walk in a straight line to the end. I can only send you here. You’ll know once you get there."

Smoker didn't speak and walked straight ahead. Karl smiled slightly at the bartender and asked: "There won't be any danger, right?"

"Don't worry, you are guests!"

Karl pretended to be relieved, took the lantern from the bartender, and followed Smoker.

The two walked for about five minutes, and a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

"Looks Move Move Like this is it! Tsk tsk tsk, it really is a cave within a cave!"

This seemed to be a casino inside the mountain, with pirate flags hanging everywhere, and many pirates gathered together eating, playing cards, and drinking.

"Hey, you two little brothers over there, are you here to gamble? The boss is upstairs!"

"Thanks for the reminder!"

After arriving at the top floor, the two finally saw the so-called boss—a fat man covered in fat, with a fair-skinned and beautiful woman sitting on his lap.

Seeing the two, the fat man chuckled: "Are you two here to gamble!"

"Correct, but I don't know who to bet on. Are there any popular contestants?" After saying this, Smoker placed a stack of Berries on the table.

The fat man chuckled and accepted the Berries: "Of course. This is the roster of contestants, and the seeded players are all on it."

Karl took the roster and flipped through it quickly. Seeing the man with the broad chin in the photo, he revealed a smile.

"Smoker, let’s bet on him!"