Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

"Huh?!" Pad was also a little confused upon hearing this; "Boss, isn't it good-looking?"

"Looks good my foot!" Sett said with disgust. "Look around, everyone's wearing a suit. Can't you have some style? And this thing is just asking for trouble in a fight, right? I'd consider it an effort if you wore a vest!"

A suit's hunching posture is only useful for putting on airs. In a fight, the slightest exertion would tear the crotch or even a chicken coop – in Sett's eyes, the Capone and Walker families and those Mafia members are a bunch of hypocritical scum. They do despicable things like gambling, prostitution, and human trafficking, yet they dress like respectable people.

Especially when she spoke with that awkward accent, awkwardly puffed on a cigar, and tried to lecture him with an air of superiority. It made Sett want to punch his mother.

Are you kidding me? Do you feel better when someone steps on your head in the toilet while you're wearing a suit?

Where is the clothing store where I bought this outfit?

"I'll take you there!"

Upon hearing Sett's request, Pard didn't hesitate and led everyone to follow Sett to a clothing store not far from the casino.

I must say, it's quite upscale. The buildings are ornately decorated, and the designer even wears a monocle on his eyelid. His hair is impeccably styled, and he looks quite respectable.

Then Sett ruined that.

Bang! The door was kicked open; "Designer, you get out here!"

"May I ask what's wrong, sir? Are you dissatisfied with the clothes?"

The designer said humbly and politely. Sett replied, "I don't want any of these! Return them! Design me a new set!"

Upon hearing this, the designer glanced at the design draft that Robin reluctantly handed over, his face darkening. After a brief silence, the designer said, "This is an insult to me!!"

Bang! Sett smashed a wall with a single punch.

After another brief silence, a smile suddenly appeared on the designer's face: "You have a really good eye for people!"

45. West Sea Uniform

Sett is a rough guy who believes that if a problem can be solved with fists, there's no need to use words.

Like a tailor these days, if you treat him with courtesy, he might even take advantage and become more arrogant. So Sett simply showed off his muscles—it was only the price of a wall, which was much better than wasting time talking.

Under Sett's forceful persuasion, the tailor shop went into overdrive. The tailors worked with incredible speed and efficiency, sewing away furiously. Moments later, the first Skullcrusher uniform designed by Sett was completed.

"Hey you, Pad, come here and put this on!"

"Yes, boss!!" Upon hearing Sett's words, Pad nodded hastily—he was also somewhat looking forward to seeing what kind of cool uniform his incredibly arrogant boss would create.

However, upon entering the locker room and seeing the uniform, Pad fell silent.

After a brief hesitation, Pad instinctively asked, "Do I really have to wear it?"

"Yes."

Sett nodded: "If you disagree, you can try to reason with my fists... Isn't it more interesting?! Ah!!"

“…How could that be?” Pad’s smile was somewhat stiff. A moment later, Pad came out of the dressing room.

It was a green tracksuit, a very pure color, with no extra color except for white stitching around the arms and zippered collar. And on the chest of the suit were the two large characters "Xihai" (西海).

"Great, very energetic!"

Sett nodded in satisfaction: "That's how it should be! Convenient, loose, and practical, perfect for high-intensity exercise!"

"You know what you should say, right?"

Upon hearing this, he nodded numbly and said stiffly, "This is... the Skullcrushers... Anyone who disobeys... get out..."

"Huh?!" Upon hearing Pad's stiff words, Sett didn't say a word, and his fist was already flashing with an aura of subjugation.

That's why this move is called "subduing the enemy's power." The moment he saw the brilliance on Sett's fist, Pard felt a jolt, and the scene of red and white flying across the ring once again materialized in his mind.

Instinctively, he straightened up and shouted, "This is the Skullcrusher Gang!! Anyone who disobeys, get out of the West Sea!!"

"No! That's not powerful! When you say 'West Sea,' you have to point to the words on your chest!"

"This is the Skullcrushers! Anyone who doesn't obey, get out of West Sea!!" As he spoke, Pad jabbed the two large characters on his chest with his finger.

"Excellent! Very spirited!!" Sett nodded in satisfaction, standing on the giant's shoulders. The clothes, simple yet straightforward, expressed his love for his homeland. It was hard to imagine what kind of genius designed such clothes.

Meanwhile, looking at the green West Sea tracksuit that Pad was wearing, the other former Hammer gang members felt like dying.

If I am guilty, let the law judge me. Why should I be forced to wear this kind of clothing in public?

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Seti didn't seem to care. He simply said, "From now on, you must wear uniforms when going out as a group! If you don't want to, you can tell me your reasons... I'm easy to talk to. Of course, you can choose not to wear them. But the prerequisite is that you must at least become an officer."

Sett's respect was completely different from what people usually perceived as respect. At least, for Sett, unless it was a strong person like Fujitora, no one else was worthy of respect.

Of course, someone like Robin is an exception. After all, having a blob of green constantly flashing in front of you is rather irritating. Indeed, secretaries are better suited to wearing figure-hugging cheongsams or professional office attire.

"Very good, everyone dressed neatly! Line up! To the casino!!"

As he spoke, Sett got into the car. In the four-seater convertible, Sett occupied the two back seats by himself. Despite his young age, Robin had already learned how to drive—during his exile in the West Blue as the Demon Child, Robin had mastered many inexplicable skills, such as foreign languages, thanks to his powerful learning ability.

Driving is only a small part of it.

A luxurious convertible sputtered along ahead. Behind it, over sixty burly men of varying builds, all wearing green uniforms with the words "West Sea" emblazoned on their chests, ran in perfect unison.

Along the way, the shocked gazes of passersby made Pad want to die—this was the first time he had ever felt tormented leading the way.

Meanwhile, thanks to treatment from the family doctor, Witt was finally able to get out of bed again. Arriving at the casino, Witt felt a bit overwhelmed.

I initially thought Sett was just an undocumented immigrant, a jobless bum from out of town. But now it seems that Sett is an unprecedentedly well-connected individual... If he hadn't said he had connections in the army, how could Vittor have dared to put on such a show of force?

It's estimated that even the leader, Capone Bege, will personally meet with them to try and strengthen their relationship with the Navy.

And now...

"Boss Witt! Sett is here!" A henchman ran in, his face filled with shock.

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I'm getting my wisdom teeth coming in... and it hurts like crazy. I didn't fall asleep until after 3 a.m. last night, but I woke up again at 5 a.m. I lay in bed in a daze until 8 a.m., and I'm still a little groggy...

Please forgive any typos; I will correct them if you point them out in the comments.

46. ​​Only 70%

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and in such a state!"

After giving a reprimand, Witt stood up from his chair and decided to have a proper meeting with Sett.

If before, Sett was just a disobedient henchman to Witt and the others, now Sett can truly be considered a great pirate worthy of being treated as an equal by them.

With power, resources, and connections… such a guy appearing on Antwerp Island would be sought after by any faction, regardless of their allegiance. Especially now, with the Capone family's reputation in shambles… although Sett's fall from grace is undeniably linked to this, so what?

From their previous interactions, Witt was certain that Sett hadn't taken this matter to heart at all... Since Sett didn't care, now that the situation had reversed and they were on equal footing, it was time to formally discuss things with Sett.

Then, Witt witnessed a shocking scene.

A group of burly men in green tracksuits followed behind Sett's convertible with synchronized steps. If nothing else, the only reason they didn't look particularly serious was because of their tracksuits. But the two 'West Sea' badges on their chests really struck a nerve with Witt.

What kind of stimulus could lead someone to design such a... breathtaking uniform?

Sett stepped out of the car and nodded in satisfaction. He gestured for the others behind him to disperse and have some free time, then led Robin toward Witt.

"Hey~ isn't this Victor? Haven't seen him all morning, what's gotten into you?"

As he spoke, Sett patted Witt on the shoulder.

Because of the battle with the Navy, Witt's entire body was now wrapped in bandages. Sett's hand landed on Witt's shoulder with such force that it almost made Witt faint.

But Witt was, after all, the second-in-command of the Capone family; his fighting prowess aside, his professional skills were undeniable. Just like now, despite the pain, Witt managed a slightly stiff smile.

“Didn’t we just exchange words with those navy men? Let’s come inside and talk,” Witt said. “About the casino.”

Upon hearing this, Sett didn't bother to say anything and walked nonchalantly into the casino. He looked as if he were strolling in his own backyard—knowing Sett well, Witt even suspected that even if he had ambushed him on the second floor with executioners and a broken glass as a signal, Sett wouldn't flinch at all.

"Speak, what do you want?" Leaning back in his chair, Sett's face was full of nonchalance and indifference. Having grown accustomed to this, Victor added, "Let's pretend what happened before never occurred..."

"What happened before? What happened?" Seti looked at Witt with some confusion. "Did anything happen?"

"..." Faced with Sett's blatant shamelessness, after a moment of silence, Witt took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

"Yes...nothing happened."

Nodding in satisfaction, Sett was then asked, "So, what are you planning to do?"

“My eldest son has made a decision to officially wage war against the Walker family and take over the entire West Sea.”

"so what?"

“We hope Mr. Sett can offer some assistance,” said Vittor. “Whether it’s your own combat strength or your connections… if we can join forces, then according to our plan, the entire West Blue will become our treasure trove. And we can legally split the spoils with the West Blue nobles on a 30/70 basis…”

Upon hearing this, before Witt could finish speaking, Sett sat up and looked at Witt impatiently, saying, "How come it's only 70%? What did those nobles do to deserve this?!"

Upon hearing this, Witt explained somewhat helplessly, "Seventy percent belongs to them! We only have thirty percent!"

"Only 30%?! Am I supposed to be begging on my knees then?!"

“That’s already quite a lot!” Knowing Sett was not to be trifled with and had insatiable desires, Witt still forced himself to speak for the sake of the Capone family’s overall interests. “Those nobles are all climbing the social ladder in the West Blue, and even officials appointed by the World Government have to give them some respect. The transactions in this underworld can’t be done in the open; someone has to be there to oversee things!”

"Waterways, transportation, supplies. All of these require grease and haggling! Even this 30% depends on the whims of those nobles! So many people want this food but don't have the connections!"

"Making money!" Witt said; "It's not shameful!"

"Shivering." Sett said with a stern face, "Very chilling!"

Robin was already used to Sett's words—she knew Sett was incredibly arrogant. If it were someone like Fujitora who was recognized, that would be one thing. But these nobles? They relied entirely on their ancestors' good fortune. They'd never even met, let alone had any connection or recognition with him.

Sett wasn't even going to let those people have soup, and they still wanted to eat meat... Dream on!

47. Casino Changes Hands

Looking at Sett in front of him, feeling that unreasonable arrogance, even Vittor felt a headache coming on.

"If that's the case, then we can't cooperate!"

"Why can't we cooperate?" Sett scoffed. "I'll eat the meat, and you can drink the soup. Isn't that a great deal!"

“That’s not how you cooperate!” Upon hearing this, Witt had no choice but to explain, “These nobles are not ordinary government officials. They all hold local power! Which sea route is open, which place is open for trade, that’s all decided by them.”

"We belong to the underworld; we need someone above us to look after us!"

"Then why are you still attacking them?" Sett chuckled—if it's really cooperation, then why is the Mafia robbing those nobles' goods?