Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

"Welcome!!"

The crowd parted automatically, and a burly man with a comical appearance stepped out.

He was wearing a strange suit, and his hair was curled into six huge curls.

"I am Icarus, the mayor of Whiskey Peak."

Icarum, his face beaming with a warm smile, opened his arms wide: "Gentlemen pirates, your presence from afar is truly an honor!"

"Ah! I'm Luffy! Nice to meet you!"

Luffy grasped Icarus's hand, then pointed at the curly hair and laughed rudely:

"Hehehe! Uncle, your hair is so curly! It looks like a water pipe!"

Icarum's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly masked it:

"Haha, what a humorous young man. This is Whisky Peak, renowned for its fine wines and music! We serve our guests from afar with the things we are most proud of!"

With a wave of his hand, the townspeople behind him immediately brought out mountains of roasted meat and barrels of strong liquor exuding a rich aroma.

"Let's enjoy this feast with your thrilling adventure stories as appetizers!!"

The banquet began.

A bonfire was lit, and music began to play.

Luffy buried himself in the mountain of flesh, while Usopp stood on the table boasting about his "great deeds" in the East Blue, leaving a group of bounty hunters completely bewildered.

Ronan held a glass of wine in his hand, but didn't drink much.

He sat in the shadows of the corner, watching it all with a cold eye.

According to his Observation Haki, the townspeople's heartbeats were steady, without any signs of drunkenness, and their eyes kept glancing at the group's weapons and packages.

"Good acting skills, but unfortunately... he couldn't hide his murderous intent."

Until late at night, under the cactus rock.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet finally subsided, and the entire town fell into a deathly silence.

The only sound was the sharp whistling of the wind blowing through the cactus thorns, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

In front of the stone house, several dark figures quietly gathered.

"What about them?"

While straightening her slightly disheveled collar, Weiwei asked in a low voice.

"Hmph, we've fallen for their trap."

Icarum had now dropped his friendly demeanor, his eyes flashing with a cold light:

"They're all asleep. That wine was laced with a special sleeping potion; even an elephant could sleep for three days and three nights."

"call……"

Mr. 9 breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"Great... I thought they were some kind of monsters."

"When we were on the ship, they almost scared me to death. I didn't expect them to take us down so easily."

Just then, the door of the stone house was pushed open.

A brown-skinned woman with a muscular build, resembling a bear, stepped out.

She was Miss Monday, rubbing her aching temples and looking quite annoyed.

"That woman with orange hair... is really too difficult to deal with."

She glanced at Icarus, her tone impatient:

"But is it really necessary to go through all this trouble with this act? We could have just dealt with them directly at the port!"

"We're almost out of food ourselves, and we have to use it to entertain these pirates. It's a losing proposition."

She turned to look at Vivi and Mr. 9, her eyes filled with disdain:

"And you guys, we thought you could get the whale meat back, but you came back empty-handed, and we have to clean up the mess."

"How...how can you say that!" Mr. 9's face flushed red. "We've already tried our best! Those guys are really strong!"

"Alright, everyone calm down."

Icarum pulled a wanted poster from his pocket and unfolded it in the moonlight:

"This isn't a losing proposition. You see... I've already investigated them."

When everyone got closer to take a look, they gasped in shock.

"Fifty...fifty million Berries?!"

Vivi and Mr. 9 were so shocked they almost bit their tongues.

In the world of martial arts, a bounty of 20 million Berries is already considered a dominant force. How could that seemingly foolish kid be worth 50 million?!

"That's right, it's a big fish."

Icaram puts away the bounty:

"Now we can report the good news to the boss. With the treasure on their ship, we're going to make a fortune. Go and unload everything from their ship right now!"

"Where are they?" Weiwei asked, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

"If you kill him, the price will be 30% less."

Icarum shook his head:

"The government wants to publicly execute them as a warning to others. Go, bring ropes... capture them alive!"

Just as these bounty hunters were dreaming of getting rich...

"Feeding... Excuse me, just kidding."

A lazy, yet chilling voice suddenly came from above them.

"Who?!"

Ikaram and the others were shocked and looked up sharply at the roof of the stone house.

Just then, the huge full moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its cool moonlight illuminating the three figures on the rooftop.

The man in the middle, with short green hair, three knives at his waist, was sitting cross-legged, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, with a mocking look in his eyes.

The man on the left is wearing a black suit, with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and his posture is elegant yet relaxed.

The man on the right, carrying a long, black staff on his back, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, looking down at the people below with the gaze one would give a dead man.

Zoro, Sanji, and Ronan.

"You...you all..."

Icarum took two steps back in fright, his finger pointing at the roof trembling:

"Shouldn't you all be drunk by now?! That's a dose enough to knock out a sea king!"

"Drunk?"

Zoro took a sip of his drink, slowly stood up, and used his thumb to pry open the scabbard of "Yūbashiri":

"As a swordsman, I would never be foolish enough to lose consciousness due to carelessness, no matter what."

"And..." Sanji exhaled a smoke ring and sneered, "Your cheap sleeping pills are no different from plain water to us who have undergone hellish training."

After undergoing the "Thirteen Bodyguards' External Training" to strengthen internal organs, the mere sedative drug was neutralized before it even entered the bloodstream.

Zoro drew his Wado Ichimonji, the tip pointing towards the hundreds of bounty hunters gathering below.

"This...is this the bounty hunter's lair?"

"The pirates arrived at the Grand Line full of confidence, thinking they had arrived in paradise, only to fall into your trap... You wanted to spoil their fun right from the start!"

"If we're going to play, let's play big."

Ronan, holding an ebony stick, leaped off the roof and landed lightly in the center of the open space.

"Thump."

The heavy ebony stick slammed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ronan surveyed his surroundings, his dark eyes showing no fear, only the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey.

"There should be around three hundred bounty hunters here, right? And four officers as well."

Ronan turned to Zoro and Sanji on the roof and said, "Zoro, Sanji, stretch your muscles. This is a rare opportunity for 'real combat training'."