Pirates: Martial Arts Masters on the Straw Hat Ship

"Ah! Beautiful lady! I am your beloved slave!"

Sanji knelt on the ground, gazing up at Vivi with a lovesick expression: "Please let me protect you! Any barbarian who dares to lay a hand on you will be crushed under my feet!"

"ha?!"

Ronan's jaw nearly dropped to the floor: "Hey! Sanji! Have you lost your mind?!"

Even Vivi, who was an enemy, was stunned.

She blinked, looking completely bewildered at the infatuated girl who had suddenly appeared at her feet:

"Huh? Dizziness perfume... it has this kind of defection effect? ​​How come I didn't know that?"

However, her instincts as a secret agent led her to seize the opportunity immediately.

Vivi's lips curled into a sly smile. She pointed a finger at Ronan and commanded in that sickeningly sweet voice:

"Since that's the case... then go ahead and hit him!"

Ronan felt a headache coming on.

"Hey, hey, hey, Sanji."

Ronan slightly raised the ebony staff in his hand, his internal energy already flowing to his arms, ready to deal with this sudden "internal strife".

Because in his mind, Sanji was indeed the kind of person who would be tempted by beautiful women.

"You're not serious, are you?"

Ronan's eyes turned cold, and his tone carried a hint of disbelief, "To attack your own comrade for a woman you just met?"

"Shut up!"

Sanji took a deep drag on his cigarette, and a crimson spark suddenly ignited in the darkness before quickly fading away.

His expression was obscured by the swirling smoke; only his deep, dangerous voice could be heard.

"In my code of chivalry... anyone who lays a hand on a lady is unforgivable! Not even you, Ronan!"

Seeing this, a spark of hope ignited in Weiwei's eyes.

Could this man with curly eyebrows really be driven by her own good looks to help her get rid of this terrible enemy?

However, just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, Sanji suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon.

He turned around, his back to Vivi, hands in his pockets, and said to Ronan with an air of self-righteousness:

"But... if the other party is an enemy, then that's a different story."

Ronan was taken aback: "Huh?"

Sanji exhaled a smoke ring, pointed to Vivi behind him, and spoke in a casual tone, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner:

"I would never kick a woman, not even if it meant death. So this woman—I'm leaving her to you, Ronan."

"Huh?!"

Vivi's newly ignited hope was instantly shattered, and she froze on the duck's back, letting out an incredulous gasp.

What is this? Is shifting the blame to your companions your code of chivalry?

Ronan's lips twitched slightly, then he put away the ebony stick and shook his head helplessly.

"You... thankfully you didn't completely go mad. Otherwise, I would really have to correct your thinking for old man Zeff and loosen up your bones while I'm at it."

Just as the awkward standoff was beginning to ease, a heavy dragging sound broke the silence.

"Hey, Ronan, you lecherous cook."

Zoro's figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He dragged a massive body with one hand, as if he were dragging two sacks full of garbage, with a relaxed and carefree expression.

That was Icarus, who was on the verge of death and covered in blood, and Miss Monday, a female agent with a muscular build like a bodybuilding champion.

Zoro casually tossed the two figures in front of Ronan and Sanji with a muffled "bang," causing Vivi to cough twice from the dust kicked up.

"What's going on? You haven't dealt with this woman yet?"

Zoro glanced at Vivi riding on the duck, then at Ronan's helpless expression and Sanji's righteous look, and asked in confusion:

"I saw you guys were making quite a fuss over here, I thought it was over a long time ago."

"Oh, there's been a little mishap."

Ronan shrugged. "I didn't expect these single-digit agents to have such unique brain circuits."

"Miss Monday! Icarus!"

Seeing her most capable assistant and respected elder lying on the ground like dead dogs, Weiwei's pupils contracted sharply, and her fear instantly turned into anger.

"Unforgivable...you pirates!!"

Vivi let out a scream of grief and indignation.

She suddenly pulled her hands apart, revealing a very thin peacock chain on her little finger.

With a rapid flick of her wrist, the sharp blade at the end of the chain spun rapidly, forming a sharp, peacock-like circular screen in the moonlight.

"Karu! Charge! Peacock spreads its tail feathers!!"

"Gah!!"

The fast-running duck named Karu seemed to be infected by its owner's emotions and let out a loud quack.

With its strong, powerful feet, it charged towards Ronan and Zoro with unstoppable momentum.

At that moment, the wind howled and the Yi River was cold.

however.

Three seconds later.

Just as Karoo was about to rush in front of Ronan, and Ronan had already raised his hand to teach the duck a lesson—

"Whoosh—!!"

A series of sharp braking and steering sounds rang out.

Under the stares of Ronan, Zoro, and Sanji, who looked at him like he was an idiot.

The duck, which had been so aggressive, suddenly became terrified when it was three meters away from Ronan.

His eyes bulged out, and his legs thrashed wildly, managing to make a sharp ninety-degree turn.

It perfectly avoided Ronan and Zoro, carrying Vivi who was still wielding the chains, and like an out-of-control torpedo, it rushed straight toward the stone house not far away.

"Huh? Karu?! You're going the wrong way! That's a wall—"

"BOOM—!!"

A loud bang, and dust flew everywhere.

The man and the duck crashed hard into the stone wall, leaving a human-shaped and a duck-shaped dent in the hard rock.

Vivi rolled her eyes and slid off the wall, while Karu kicked his legs and collapsed to the side, foaming at the mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

A sea breeze swept by, carrying a few withered leaves.

"What a farce..." Ronan couldn't help but press his temples.

Zoro sheathed his sword, looking utterly speechless: "Is this duck... trying to be funny?"

"No."

Ronan squinted, looking at the slightly trembling duck, and said:

"Is this animal instinct? Rather than rushing in to their death, they'd rather play dumb, run into a wall, and pass out..."

"This duck is, in some ways, much smarter than its owner."

Just then, a strange whooshing sound broke the awkward atmosphere.

A giant vulture swooped down from the sky.

On the back of that vulture was a sea otter dressed in a flashy spotted outfit and wearing sunglasses.

The sea otter, holding a sketchbook, looked down at the battlefield from its elevated position, its pen flying across the paper as it jotted down something.

"That's..." Lying on the ground, Icarum struggled to open his swollen eyes, and upon seeing this scene, his face instantly turned deathly pale:

"The ominous duo... Mr. 13 and Miss Friday! What are they doing here?"