Chapter 30

"Don't go too far, brat!"

Manba was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage and grabbed Luffy by the collar.

"You actually dare to say you don't know us! How can you have the nerve to say that? Do you know how much food you've taken from us these days!"

"Food?"

Luffy thought hard, then suddenly widened his eyes, "Old man, are you talking about those roast meats? Were those all your things?"

"Otherwise!"

Manba was even more annoyed and roared, spraying spit all over Luffy's face, "Could roast meat grow out of the ground by itself?"

"But I didn't see anyone around?" Luffy said blankly, "So I picked them up, I thought they were roasted by the beasts in the mountains."

This sounded a bit outrageous.

But Luffy really wasn't lying.

Gorillas that could fish, monkeys that could brew wine, bears that could knit sweaters, leopards that could build small houses in trees...

The Colubo Mountains were full of beasts, and there was nothing strange. He had seen all of these with his own eyes.

By comparison, beasts that could roast meat were also normal, and maybe their skills were better than most people's.

Manba had also seen similar scenes, so he was stunned for a moment:

"So it's a misunderstanding? Then why did we find you and ask you questions the next few times we found food missing, and you started fighting without saying a word?"

"You were all holding weapons, and you were shouting from far away that you were from the Manba Bandit Group, it was very scary, old man!"

Luffy said with a bitter face, "I have a very bad impression of mountain bandits, even after being adopted by that woman, I still think so, anyway... anyway, I hate people who are mountain bandits the most!"

Manba's eyes twitched.

Did being a mountain bandit eat your rice?

It's a good thing it's me standing in front of you; if it were that famous big mountain bandit Higuma, hearing this, he would definitely twist your head off!

"Forget it, untie this kid."

Manba sighed and waved his hand boringly.

"Really?" Luffy was overjoyed.

"But there's a condition."

Manba snorted coldly, "You have a companion, right? When is he coming to save you?"

"He also stole our food a few times like you. Aren't you two brats very good at fighting? When he arrives, you two go hunting for me together, and make up for the meat we lost five times... no, ten times!"

Ten times?!

Luffy widened his eyes, this was going to kill him!

He and Ace were sent into the mountains by Dadan according to Garp's requirements to train, and they had to survive this winter on their own.

Many beasts in the mountains were very fierce and not easy to hunt; it was already very difficult to feed themselves, and now they had to come up with so much meat?

"Ten times is too much! Six times!"

"Nine times, I'll reduce it a little because you're still young."

"Five times!"

"Eight times, absolutely no less."

"Three times!"

"How can you bargain like this! Stinky brat! At least go learn some math!"

Manba roared, almost fainting from anger, and reached out to interrupt his subordinate, "It's really impossible to communicate, don't untie him yet! Wait for his accomplice to come, I don't believe that guy is also so brainless."

"Then you'd better untie him first."

A faint voice suddenly came from overhead, "I'm really afraid that when his accomplice comes, you'll be angered to death again."

"Who's talking!"

Manba's face changed greatly, and he drew his machete to aim at the source of the sound—only to see a black-haired teenager squatting on the tree above, looking at him with some strange eyes.

"The big mountain bandit Manba with a bounty of three million Berries?"

Siano shook the wanted poster he had searched from the skinny monkey, comparing the eyes for a long time, "How do you look at it, it's clearly two different people..."

The Manba on the wanted poster had sinister eyes and was fat.

And the leader in front of him was just slightly strong, and his features were completely different.

The only similarity was that both of them had a long scar on their faces.

"Is this photo you?"

Siano turned the wanted poster over and pointed to the photo on it.

"It's me." Manba nodded, "I was very fat back then."

"This is not you!"

Siano sneered, "I heard of Manba's name before entering the mountains; he does all kinds of bad things like murder, rape, and arson. The townspeople are terrified of this name. If you were really Manba, could this brat still be alive and talking nonsense here?"

"Also, your subordinates, no matter how you look at them, don't look like mountain bandits, right? Otherwise, three or four of them wouldn't be unable to beat an eight-year-old child."

Siano looked around.

The dozen or so mountain bandits in this camp were all sallow and thin, dressed in rags, and their weapons were also broken.

Only two people carried old flintlock rifles, and most of them just held sharpened wooden sticks.

Manba was silent for a while, then muttered in a low voice: "...Was it seen through."

"But it's strange to say, you have another subordinate whose marksmanship is quite accurate."

Siano threw down the skinny monkey he had blocked the mouth of with a rag, "If I hadn't dodged quickly, he would have shot through my forehead."

"Marksmanship is accurate?"

Manba was dumbfounded, looking at the skinny monkey lying on the ground making noises, pulled out the rag stuffed in his mouth, and asked in confusion: "A-Gin, when did you become a sharpshooter?"

"I didn't! I didn't!"

The skinny monkey gasped for breath, and after being able to speak for a long time, tears were about to flow, "I was aiming at the branch under this guy's feet, wanting to make him fall to the ground. Who knew, who knew it was off by a little bit..."

From under the feet to the forehead, this is off by a little bit?!

I'm almost 1.8 meters tall!

Black lines appeared on Siano's forehead.

Manba understood the general idea and hurriedly looked up to explain:

"Sir, you might have misunderstood. A-Gin couldn't have shot at your head right away! He's not that kind of person, and his marksmanship couldn't be that accurate!"

"In fact, his marksmanship is a mess. Everyone we know knows it, otherwise this guy wouldn't have ended up coming into the mountains with me!"

"He used to be a candidate soldier for the Royal Guard. He was temporarily pulled up to fire salute guns at the New Year's celebration the year before last, but he was supposed to fire at the sky, but he blasted it onto the Queen's face... After that, his leg was crippled, and he was thrown to the Terminal Gray Terminal."

Can he still live to this day?

Siano was stunned, looked at the skinny monkey with a wronged expression, and patted his forehead speechlessly: "So... you are actually not mountain bandits at all, you are all residents from the Terminal Gray Terminal?"

He suddenly thought of something, and his expression became a bit complicated: "Was your home burned down?"

The Goa Kingdom has always been known as the "most beautiful country in the East Blue."

In reality, it was only bright and beautiful on the surface inside the city, but under the cover of high walls, there was a huge trash incineration station secretly existing.

That is, the Terminal Gray Terminal.

All the filth, garbage, and the hungry people at the bottom were concentrated there, gradually evolving into a large slum with an unbearable environment.

And just at the end of last year, the King of the Goa Kingdom, in order to welcome the inspection of the Celestial Dragons, didn't even give them this last difficult way to live.

He directly burned the Terminal Gray Terminal along with the residents, treating the poor as "garbage" and cleaning them up together.

"Yes, it's gone, it's all gone."

Manba's expression was lonely, and his eyes showed memories, "Many people died that night. I heard that a group of kind people called the Revolutionary Army drove big ships to take in refugees at the pier, but there were also some people like us who ran to the south and were forced by the fire to break into the Colubo Mountains to survive."

"On the outskirts of the mountains, I accidentally bumped into the corpse of Manba who had been burned to death, so I started to impersonate his name a few months ago and have been active in the mountains until now. This way, at least I can scare away many mountain bandits and make them afraid to provoke us."

He sighed long and looked up, smiling bitterly:

"Sir, we don't want to be like this, and we are even very afraid that if we go on like this, we will slowly become real mountain bandits, but, what other way is there?"

(End of this chapter)