One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

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Wangdu Central Street.

On the wide streets, bright gas lamps illuminate the surrounding roads at intervals.

Even at night, there are still many pedestrians strolling along the long street.

Stalls selling all sorts of things were set up on both sides of the road.

Couples were seen cuddling on a bench by the street, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

A barbecue vendor was shouting to attract customers.

The atmosphere almost made Rorschach think he was dreaming, that he had returned to that world.

The style of this city is completely different from any of the places Rorschach has visited, such as Prince Edward, Marineford, and Water Seven.

However, at this moment, Rorschach clearly had no interest in strolling around.

His gaze followed the flowing crowd and landed on a tavern along the street.

Inside the tavern.

"Grandpa, are you betting on big or small? Hurry up and place your bet."

Around a round table in the center, a group of men with bright smiles on their faces were making a ruckus, shouting and making noise, which attracted the attention of some of the other drinkers who would occasionally glance over and show their displeasure.

On the round table, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist spread out his palms, revealing three dice in his hands.

On the table, a large character and a small character were written crookedly with a red paintbrush.

The men, each clutching a few Pele coins, smiled broadly as they stared at a tall, robust old man.

The old man also had a smile on his face.

He was clutching a thick wad of pesos in his hand, which looked like it was all in denominations of ten thousand pesos.

This stack of items, worth at least several hundred thousand, immediately drew the attention of the surrounding men.

"I'm betting on small this time, Jonathan. Can you help me see if it will be big or small? I refuse to believe that my luck will be this bad today."

The old man twirled the pele in his hand, took out two bills, and placed them on the table in front of him.

He opened his eyes, which were covered with hideous scars, and turned to his right, saying something.

"No...no problem."

An old and weak voice sounded from his right.

A gaunt old man, who looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old, was struggling to open his cloudy eyes and staring at the table in front of him.

He pushed those two 10,000 peso bills onto the crookedly written character for "small".

"20,000 Berries, bet on the under."

The men gathered around the round table looked at the two brand-new 10,000-Berry bills, their breathing becoming heavy.

"Place your bets quickly, I'm about to open the betting window."

"I'll bet big!"

"I'll buy the big one too!"

The men took out their Pele and placed it on the word "big".

Then, the burly man holding the dice chuckled and rolled the three dice directly onto the table.

The dice rolled a few times on the table and then stopped, revealing the numbers.

"It's 3, 5, 6! Big, big! Grandpa, you've lost again."

The big man laughed heartily, grabbed the 20,000 Berries that the blind old man had placed on the word 'small', and under the eager gazes of the men, took out 16,000 Berries in change from in front of him and distributed them to the people around him who had placed bets.

Basically, every man received a banknote.

"Huh? I lost again? Oh dear, my luck is really terrible tonight."

The blind old man's features scrunched up, revealing an ugly expression, his face full of annoyance.

"Wait... the die you just rolled was 113, it should have been low."

Suddenly, the gaunt old man beside him spoke in a weak and aged voice.

The burly man, who was putting the two brand-new 10,000-Berry bills into his pocket, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing this and slammed his hand heavily on the table in front of him with a loud 'bang'. "You old man, are you blind? You could have seen clearly just now. That was clearly 356. If you don't believe me, ask them. Do you think I, a grown man, would lie to two old men like you?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding gamblers immediately began to speak up.

"Old man! You're mistaken! Ramon is driving a 356, there are so many of us watching."

"Yes, sir, your eyesight might not be very good, you're mistaken. Think about it, this is the capital city, who would dare to cheat here? Aren't they afraid of being arrested?"

Some people angrily rebuked the withered old man, while others kindly offered explanations.

The gaunt old man shrank back in fear as he was hurled at by the crowd's accusations, his face filled with dread.

"Hehe, everyone, don't be angry, don't be angry. My old friend is indeed getting old, and his eyesight may be failing him. I trust your credibility; you won't deceive this poor blind man like me. Since it's a misunderstanding, let's continue, let's continue. This time, I'm betting big."

Hearing the commotion, the blind old man quickly explained on behalf of his friend, and took out two more Pele and placed them on the table.

"Hmph! Next time, you'd better watch carefully, old man!"

A burly man named Ramon approached the withered old man, forced a sinister smile, and the old man trembled with fear.

Suddenly, the gaunt old man's cloudy eyes turned towards the tavern entrance, and he stretched out his withered arm, pointing in that direction, and said:

“My grandson is here. He’s young and has good eyesight, so we’ve asked him to help us look after things.”

Chapter 252 Are you two here trying to become mortals?

"grandson?"

Upon hearing the words of the withered old man named Jonathan, the gamblers gathered around the round table all looked in the direction his thin, bony arm was pointing.

A tall, slender, silver-haired young man walked into the tavern.

That otherworldly aura seemed completely out of place in this rather dimly lit tavern.

Upon seeing the boy's impeccable appearance and demeanor, the burly Ramon couldn't help but feel a surge of intense jealousy.

Hmph, another rich kid from a wealthy family.

There are so many rich people in the capital, why is it that Ramon doesn't get a chance?

Fortunately, I ran into a blind gambler tonight who was a total sucker.

"Grandson? This old bastard, how dare he take advantage of me."

Rorschach's lips twitched, and he almost fired a 100 million volt dragon at Jonathan's old face, which looked incredibly aged.

"Hey! Kid, your grandpa wants you to watch the dice for him. Want to come over?"

Ramon's gruff voice startled Rorschach from his thoughts.

He looked at the burly Ramon with a dark expression.

Is this guy looking for death?

He had no idea that the two people squatting in front of him were two high-level players disguised as old men, living a carefree life. Now they were even trying to provoke him.

Luo Xia felt a pang in his heart as he looked at the two old men who showed no signs of strength whatsoever.

Are you two here trying to become mortals?

The gaunt old man, who looked as if he might lie on the ground and die at any moment, must be Jonathan Barnett, the guild leader of the Bounty Hunters Guild.

And who else could that blind old man be but Yixiao?

No wonder, in my Observation Haki perception, there were two aura fluctuations here comparable to those of a general.

However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that Yixiao's life force was significantly stronger than Jonathan's.

This King of Hunters looks really old.

Luo Xia pursed his lips, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and walked forward with a smile.

"Grandpa, let me keep an eye on things for you."

He scratched his head somewhat shyly, nodded to the gamblers at the round table one by one, his eyes darting around as if he were trying to appear calm.

The gamblers exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly, and all placed Pelé on the smaller side.

I'm betting on small!

"I'm betting on small too!"

"Drive, drive, drive faster."

Ramon noticed Rorschach's expression, and his disdain turned into undisguised mockery as he casually tossed the dice he was holding.

The dice rolled on the table.

"Clap."

When the dice stop rolling, the numbers facing up are 1, 3, and 3.

"Small!"

"Hahaha, looks like your luck isn't so good today. Ramon, hurry up and distribute the money, distribute the money!"

The gamblers got excited.

"Uh."

Luo Xia paused in his motion to roll up his sleeves and beat someone up.

The number rolled on the dice was indeed small.

The gamblers did not cheat, nor did they openly bully the three of them.

This time, Yixiao lost.

"Oh my god, I don't believe it! Another 20,000 Berries! I'm betting big this time!"

With a twitch of his eye scar, a defiant look appeared on his face. He slammed two banknotes onto the table with a loud thud.