The most courageous pirate hunter

Even his deeds in Meyut were unearthed.

It seems that news spreads very quickly in the world of One Piece, in a sense.

Hermes was secretly pleased to hear these discussions.

This is what it feels like to be famous.

Hearing others' exclamations, sighs, and admiration, I inexplicably feel a sense of superiority, as if I control life and death, and my vanity is overflowing.

Now I finally understand why fame stands alongside power and wealth.

Have any of you seen that pirate hunter?

"I've never seen it; I wasn't there at the time."

"I heard from others that this pirate hunter is very young, only about nineteen or twenty years old, with jet-black short hair, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and has no special features."

Listening to the conversation around him, a short-bearded pirate subconsciously looked around the tavern and immediately spotted Hermes, who was slowly gnawing on a meat leg.

But then I thought about it again, and there are plenty of people wearing white shirts and black trousers.

Although Hermes was the only one in the entire hall who fit this description, the short-bearded man didn't think in that direction.

At this point, Hermes also realized the problem.

My clothes are too simple and have no distinctive features, so how can I make people remember me at first glance?

As a man with guts, a man who will stand at the top of the food chain in the future, you must have your own style. Looking at the big shots on the sea, they are all oddballs, infinitely widening the distance between themselves and the masses.

Only by being out of place can one appear special and unique.

Therefore, becoming an oddball is an inevitable path.

Little did they know he was already an oddball, as most of his attacks targeted the kidneys, a unique practice known as "scorpion pooping." He possessed both eccentricity and style, but it's normal for a strong person to have some quirks.

Yoxi~

No problem!!

Chapter 28 [Why do you think you can kill me?]

boom! ! !

Just as Hermes was listening with great interest, more than a dozen people suddenly entered from outside, each holding a portrait and exuding a murderous aura; it was clear at a glance that they were not good people.

time.

The noisy tavern fell silent.

All eyes were on the gate.

"They come from a violent family."

Someone muttered.

Because these dozen or so people all had wolf heads tattooed on the back of their hands, and all legitimate members of the violent family would have this mark, they were easy to recognize.

No wonder he's involved in organized crime.

"They must be looking for the pirate hunter Hermes Jormungandr."

"With the second-in-command, Boom Bunny, killed, Boom Wolf is furious and has mobilized all the power of the Violent Family in an attempt to find Jormungandr to avenge his brother."

"But where is the person they're looking for?"

"Shh~ It must have been found from somewhere else."

Many drinkers whispered among themselves. Some were wary of the violent family's power, while others disdained it and remained aloof. However, none of them intended to provoke the violent family.

"The boss has given a death order: find the pirate hunter Hermes Jormungandr within three days. Anyone who provides information will receive five million Berries, and anyone who kills Jormungandr will receive thirty million Berries."

The burly man at the head of the group looked at the portrait in his hand while scanning the entire hall for comparison. He was speaking not only to his men but also to everyone present.

to be frank.

Five million Berries is very tempting, especially since defeating Jormungandr would yield thirty million Berries, a huge fortune.

Many people are thinking that they should go out and find Jormungandr soon, since they'll get five million and thirty million Berries for free. Why not take it?

"Thirty million Berries? Looks like my head isn't worth much after all!"

Hermes made no attempt to hide; he walked toward the leader while tearing at his fleshy leg, thus revealing himself.

All indications suggest that Hermes was not very satisfied with the thirty million.

"damn it."

"it's him."

"Hermes Jormungandr, the Pirate Hunter".

The big man was taken aback at first, then subconsciously compared the portrait to the image. He said that while the resemblance to Hermes was not seven or eight points, it was at least three or four points.

This time.

The entire tavern was stunned.

what the hell!

Thirty million are right beside them?

"No way, this guy is Jormungandr?"

"The man who took down Bomb Rabbit?"

"Notify the boss, grab him."

As soon as the burly man finished speaking, he charged toward Hermes with his large cleaver, while ordering his men to go back and report that at least five million was a sure thing, let alone thirty million.

"Qiang!!!"

"Do I look weak? Why do you think you can take me down?"

The gleaming broadsword swung down, and Hermes tightened two fingers, clamping the blade between them. His eyes were filled with cold light and confusion as he looked at the stunned man.

Catching a blade barehanded—a legendary skill.

The visual impact radiates throughout the entire area.

"damn it."

The burly man's face flushed red, and veins bulged on his neck. He had used all his strength in the sprint, but he only sank one centimeter before becoming completely still.

This kid looks so thin, how can he be so strong?

"It seems I've been underestimated."

Hermes casually tossed aside the large meaty bone in his hand, clenched his left fist, and slammed it out with lightning speed. The big man immediately bent over, his eyes bulging out as a wave of air appeared behind him. Blood then gushed from his mouth and nose, and he involuntarily released his cleaver, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground, dry heaving.

Hermes, holding his greatsword, remained motionless, calmly surveying the entire scene.

Many people were shocked.

"Fire! Fire!"

Fortunately, the big man's men were not useless; they reacted immediately, and all those with guns began firing at Hermes.

The perception of sight and hearing is activated.

Dodging left and right, her graceful figure exudes a silky smoothness.

"Point gun!"

The gun comes out like a dragon.

Anyone stabbed by Hermes will inevitably have a hole in their body, and it will always be in a vital spot, such as the throat or the kidneys.

Ahhhhh!

The horrific screams continued unabated; it was an overwhelming massacre.

"Kill him, kill him."

"go to hell!"

"Behold my ultimate move."

The only advantage of the violent family was their numbers. Those with guns provided cover from the side, while the thugs with long knives and hammers engaged in close combat.

"King's Iron Block".

A stray bullet hit.

Because Hermes was restrained and unable to dodge, he could only take the hit.

A sharp, clanging sound rang out. Hermes winced slightly, then fired a finger spear, killing the thug in front of him. He then snatched the thug's longsword and threw it at the thug five meters away.

There was a whistling sound breaking through the air.

The immense force propelled the thugs backward, pinning them straight to the wall.

The battle was over in just three minutes!

The pungent smell of blood filled the air. Hermes stood in a pool of blood, his hands stained with blood, and at his feet lay gruesome corpses. The onlookers around him huddled against the walls, swallowing hard.