With a deafening whistle, everyone on the dock saw two fully loaded warships enter the port.
"Is that…Colonel Smogg?"
"Are all the people on the warship pirates?!”
"My God, where did Colonel Smogg get so many pirates…"
"As expected of Colonel Smogg…"
Looking at the pirates that filled the two warships, the people at the dock made way for them and sighed.
"Brothers, temporarily lock these pirates in the dungeon. Later, Marshal Zhan Guo will send someone over.”
After jumping onto the dock, Smoggy's anxious heart finally relaxed.
After taking a few puffs of the cigar, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
Looking at another warship docked at the dock not far away, Smoggy was shocked.
What had happened on that small island that made them behave so obediently for such a long time?
None of them even showed any intention of escaping.
Moreover, it had been nearly twenty years since they last met. Lieutenant General Rashu seemed to be completely different from when he had just retired.
He seemed…a little younger?
Was it an illusion?
However, when he recalled that Lieutenant General Karp was nearly eighty years old and still so powerful, Smoggy felt a little relieved.
If Lieutenant General Rashu was like an ordinary person, would he be qualified to be Lieutenant General Karp's foster father?
"Brothers, hurry up. After we deal with these guys, we'll have a good meal tonight!”Putting down all the doubts in his heart, Smogue roared.
Hearing Smoggy's words, the originally tired navy soldiers 'fighting spirit suddenly rose.
Under the constant urging of the navy soldiers, the captives disembarked much faster.
Just like that, under the command of the 300 navy soldiers, the pirates, who were not even handcuffed, obediently lined up and walked toward the branch naval base.
In the eyes of the surrounding townsfolk, this was all thanks to Smoggy's strength.
In the eyes of the people of Roguetown, Smoggy was like their guardian angel.
As long as Smoggy was in Roguetown, they would not be persecuted by the pirates.
When all the pirates lined up and got off the warship, Smoggy heaved a sigh of relief.
However, in the next moment, Smoggy's body suddenly stiffened, and his gaze froze on the sea.
In Smog's field of vision, a bamboo raft that could only accommodate one person was slowly approaching the port of Roguetown.
On the bamboo raft, a middle-aged man sat in the middle of the raft with his legs crossed. His expression was solemn.
He had short black hair and a beard. He wore a black hat with white fur on his head. He wore a black windbreaker over a wine-red patterned shirt and a cross on his chest.
The big black saber on his back had completely revealed his identity.
When the people on the dock met his indifferent eyes, they all felt a chill.
Even when Smoggy's eyes met that person's, he could not help but pant.
As the small bamboo raft slowly approached the port, everyone felt a sharp sword intent emanating from it, and they all stepped back to make way.
"This person is…"
"That pair of eyes, that big black saber…I can't be wrong…"
" The Seven Martial Seas under the King…"
"The world's greatest sword hero, Jorakel Mihawk!”
" Why is he here…"
After boarding the dock, Eagle Eye Mihawk looked up and glanced at Roguetown, frowning slightly.
In the vast East China Sea, could he find the owner of that sword intent?
At his level of swordsmanship, there were not many swordsmen who could ignite his passion.
The red-haired Shanks was one of them.
However, after Shanks lost an arm, Eagle Eye Mihawk became interested in fighting Shanks.
However, not long ago, he felt an extremely powerful sword intent in the direction of the East Sea.
It was this sword essence that had lured him to the East Sea.
He wanted to challenge the owner of this sword essence!
He knew very well that the owner of this sword intent was not inferior to him in terms of swordsmanship.
The other party was worthy of his full strength!
Thinking of that sword intent, Eagle Eye Mihawk could not help but feel a strong desire to fight.
He was in Eastern Sea!
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Hawkeye Mihawk's eyes returned to calmness.
However, just as he was about to take a step forward, a white figure blocked his way.
"Jorakel Mihawk, the Seventh Martial Ocean under the King, what are you doing here?!”Even though he felt a little guilty, Smoggy still blocked in front of Hawkeye Mihawk and asked in a deep voice.
He was the highest commander of Roguetown's navy, and Eagle Eye Mihawk was a pirate. He would not allow the other party to cause trouble in his territory.
"I don't think I need to report to the navy what I want to do.”Mihawk's mellow voice sounded, causing Smoggy's entire body to tremble.
Without any movement, just one sentence made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.
Suppressing the tingling sensation on his scalp, Smogue braced himself and said,""This is Roguetown. We can't allow a pirate like you to mess around.”
"If I remember correctly, as the Seventh Martial Ocean, I'm nominally in an alliance with your navy.”Hawkeye Smog said slowly again.
"Humph, even if you are the Seventh Martial Sea, I'm telling you, if you mess around in my territory, I won't let you off.”Smoggy said with a stunned face.
"Boring." Mihawk sneered and walked forward.
Cold sweat dripped down Smogg's forehead.
The moment Hawkeye Mihawk passed by him, he clenched his fists tightly and had the urge to attack.
But in the end, he gave up.
Eagle Eye Mihawk was giving him too much pressure.
He had a feeling that if he had attacked Hawkeye Mihawk just now, the consequences would have been terrible.
Very miserable!
However, at this moment, Smoggy suddenly turned around and his expression froze.
In the direction of the center of Roguetown, an extremely powerful sword intent burst out and disappeared in a flash.
Hawkeye Mihawk naturally sensed this sword intent.
The next moment, a strong fighting spirit burst out from Eagle Eye Mihawk's eyes.
He found it!
He was in this town!
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