Kong Tai saw the smile on Mihawk's face, his lips curled up, and he followed with a smile. Then he retracted his head, tilted it back, and raised his wine gourd.
Gulp gulp gulp!!
"Hoo~"
"Hahahahaha..."
With another friend, it was worth drinking a few more sips. Kong Tai lowered his hand and laughed heartily.
Kento's gaze swept back and forth between Kong Tai and Mihawk, with a string of question marks floating above his head.
"What are you two doing playing charades here!"
He shook his head and looked at Mihawk, his eyes lighting up.
He finally knew why Mihawk was here. He was waiting for this silver-haired guy!
He had heard long ago that Hawk Eyes Mihawk was a sword fanatic who had traveled everywhere in his early years looking for swordsmen to spar with. Only after becoming the world's number one did he restrain himself.
However, he still roamed the Grand Line from time to time, looking for seeds he deemed worthy of challenging him, and sending them the warmth of being the world's number one.
He didn't expect this guy to wait for four months in one place just to wait for the silver-haired one.
It had to be said, the rumors were true.
"Alright, no more jokes."
Kong Tai glanced at the Free that was sailing over and docking beside the naval vessel, then turned to Kento and asked.
"Navy, can you tell me what you are doing here?"
"I'm looking for a man named Wapol, do you know him?"
He didn't recognize the White Iron King, so he didn't know that Wapol was on the ship next to them.
To avoid Mihawk, as soon as Wapol boarded, he had hidden everyone except for a few sailors in the cabin and had not appeared since.
"Wapol?"
Kento looked at Kong Tai, thought for a moment, then looked up at Kong Tai, "Why are you looking for the king of Drum Island, 'Wapol'?"
"What I'm doing, you don't need to know."
Kong Tai waved his hand, "Just tell me if you know where he is."
He raised his wine gourd, took a sip, thought for a moment, and then said to Kento, "Consider it my payment for letting you go!"
"This..."
"What? Any objections?"
Kento didn't have any objections. It was just that Wapol was his mission objective. If he told Kong Tai and Kong Tai harmed Wapol, what would happen to his mission?
"Never mind, you don't need to say it."
Kong Tai had already spotted Wapol's trace. He saw a familiar figure on the deck of the White Iron King – the "afro boxer," one of Wapol's two subordinates.
Kurokuma was coming out on his own. Seeing that there was no action outside for a long time and hearing the sound of cannon fire from the naval vessel, he ran out to check.
Kong Tai looked down at Mihawk and said, "Hey! Wait for me on the shore. I have something to do, and I'll be back soon."
Mihawk glanced at Kong Tai, retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and slowly docked his small boat.
He jumped onto the pier, his feet landing on the snow.
He didn't care what Kong Tai was doing.
He waited, he had waited for four months, so he didn't mind waiting a little longer.
He was no longer as eager.
"Hey! Silver-haired, why are you looking for Wapol?"
"It's none of your business. You just watch."
Kong Tai turned his head and looked at Kurokuma on the White Iron King opposite him. His figure instantly disappeared, leaving a warning to Kento and the navy in the air.
"Also! Don't attack me again. I have a temper too. If you attack again, I won't show mercy to you or your subordinates again!"
"Vice Admiral..."
The deputy walked up to Kento and looked up at him.
Kento waved his hand, turned his head, and stared at the White Iron King.
"Alright, notify all personnel to stand by!"
"Understood."
The deputy gave a military salute, turned, and went to make arrangements.
Kento withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the White Iron King, his mind in turmoil.
He had taken Kong Tai's words to heart.
He needed to seriously reflect on the consequences of his impulsiveness this time.
Kong Tai was right. If he didn't learn his lesson, he wouldn't always meet people like Kong Tai!
If he didn't learn his lesson, perhaps the next time would be the end of his voyage and his life.
On the deck of the White Iron King, Kong Tai's figure appeared silently beside Kurokuma.
His eyes were cold, and as soon as he appeared, Kurokuma froze in place.
How could he not recognize the silver-haired man who had shocked the entire world some time ago? It was precisely because he recognized him that he was like this.
He turned to Kong Tai in terror and stammered, "Th-this... this... sir, may I ask... what do you need?"
Kong Tai did not answer him. Red light flashed in his eyes, and his Kenbunshoku Haki instantly swept across the White Iron King. As for which people on this ship didn't deserve to die.
It had to be those twenty doctors. They were all forced, and they were not wrong at all.
After the death of the "shoddy doctor" Hiriluk, the twenty doctors were moved by his actions and secretly studied medicine while carrying Wapol.
Kong Tai withdrew his observation, looked at the afro in front of him, and couldn't help but think of Dalton.
Dalton, like this guy, was also one of Wapol's guards, but Dalton chose a completely different life than them.
Thinking of Dalton, a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
"That guy should still be locked up in the dungeon of the royal palace on Drum Mountain!"
After he dealt with Wapol and his gang, these doctors and the island residents should automatically rescue him.
After all, with Wapol dead, Dalton would be the only one on Drum Island qualified to lead the Drum Kingdom forward.
He shook his head and stopped thinking.
A flash of light, and the afro froze in place.
"That was too fast! Is this the strength of a pirate with a bounty of 1.5 billion?"
Pfft—!
The light in Kurokuma's eyes quickly faded, and his body fell backward, hitting the deck with a thud. His head was severed, and blood splattered everywhere.
"You guy..."
Just then, a roar came from the cabin. Wapol looked down at Kurokuma's head that had rolled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and red with anger.
He strode out of the cabin, staring at Kong Tai, "Kid, do you know who you killed? Do you know who I am!"
Clearly, he didn't recognize Kong Tai.
That was understandable. With this guy's arrogant and conceited personality, it was usually his subordinates who paid attention to the news, and he didn't bother with those things in the news.
The archer Chess, who followed Wapol, was so scared when he saw Kong Tai's appearance that he kept retreating, his pupils shrinking to the extreme, and his whole body trembling.
"What's wrong, Master Chess?"
Chess did not answer. His entire mind was captivated by Kong Tai, and only fear remained in his heart.
"Who you are, I don't need to know."
Kong Tai flicked his right hand, shaking the blood off the blade, and then looked up at Wapol, raising Zankon, pointing the tip of the sword at him, and said coldly, "But I know that the crown worn by someone like you is unbearable for me to see."
"You don't have the look of a king!"
As he spoke, he flicked his right hand, quickly raised Zankon, and a flash of light streaked through the air. Under the terrified gazes of everyone around, he fiercely swung his sword towards Wapol's neck.
"Move!"
Wapol knew he had kicked an iron plate the moment Kong Tai's eyes fell on him. From Kong Tai's beautiful, cold eyes, an immense pressure emanated, soaking him in sweat in an instant.
Feeling the sharpness on his neck that made his hair stand on end, he roared in his heart and used all his strength.
But he couldn't move at all.
"It's too late."
The light of the sword instantly crossed his neck.
He could feel that even if he could move, he probably wouldn't be able to dodge this lightning-fast blade.
He looked at Kong Tai, his eyeballs moved, trying to forcefully dispel the rapidly approaching darkness.
However, his body and mind didn't give him a chance. His mind was quickly swallowed by the dark abyss of death.
Pfft—!
His head flew off, and blood splattered everywhere.