Play As Hercules, The Greatest Pirate Hunter!

In the banquet hall, the musicians of Whiskey Peak sang continuously, and there were dancers dancing to liven up the atmosphere.

“Miss Nami, another glass!”

Miss. Monday, who looked like a nun, raised her glass to Nami.

“Okay, come on!”

Nami was not afraid at all and drank a 500ml beer.

At this time, her face became ruddy, and she was obviously a little drunk, but her spirits were particularly high.

“It’s amazing, she has already knocked down 14 people, and a nun can still fight for so long!”

“A thousand cups without getting drunk, she is simply a female wine saint!”

The people around looked at Nami in shock, and they didn’t expect a girl to be so drunk.

After drinking this glass, Nami poured another glass back to Miss. Monday.

Miss. Monday’s face twitched, but she still clinked glasses with Nami again and poured the barley water in the glass into her stomach.

She suspected that Nami was drinking fake wine, knocking down 14 people, and drinking with her was so brave.

She glanced at Luo Wen and Dashiqi on the other side, and her headache became even worse.

“Nami is so good, I want more!”

Dashiqi aroused an inexplicable desire to compete with Nami.

Luo Wen sighed and let Dashiqi, whose face was red with wine, struggle in his arms.

This little idiot, who is addicted to food, fell in his arms after two cups, so what else can he drink.

Luo Wen picked up a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into her mouth.

“Hmm~”

“Luo Wen, this is delicious!”

Dashiqi stuffed a piece of barbecue in her mouth and forgot that she wanted to drink.

“If you like, eat more.”

Luo Wen was about to pick up another piece to feed her, but found that the plate was empty.

“Chef, give me another 100 servings!”

Luo Wen turned his head and shouted to the chef next to him, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

At this time, his table was already filled with empty plates as high as two people, and three empty oak barrels.

Tashigi only ate two plates of food and drank two glasses of beer, and the rest was all the work of Lowen.

“What? Another hundred servings!?”

The three chefs were sweating and their legs were weak.

Looking at the five colleagues who fell beside them, each of them foamed at the mouth, as if they saw their own future.

Weiwei and Ikalem talked with their glasses, and occasionally glanced at Lowen.

The other people in Baroque Works had no doubts, just thinking that they were handing over information.

After more than ten minutes, Nami, who was drinking with fifteen people, couldn’t stand it anymore, and finally fell asleep beside Lowen.

Among the people on the Wind Rider, only Lowen was still awake, eating delicious food and drinking fine wine, and enjoying the performance of everyone at Whiskey Peak.

These people in Baroque Works were stunned. This was a pure monster.

After drinking more than 200 liters of wine and eating food three or four times his own volume, Lowen’s body didn’t change at all.

Finally, Lowen seemed to be a little sleepy, and he propped his arms on the table and dozed off.

Weiwei stood beside Lowen, made an OK gesture to the outside, and then stood aside.

The people of Baroque Works were in doubt and left the banquet hall for a long time under the leadership of Ikarem.

…

Under the moonlight, Miss. Monday’s face was pale and terrifying, unlike the enthusiasm at the banquet.

“Today’s guests have all fallen, and we should close the net.”

“Those guys ate most of the food in the town. If the harvest is not enough, they will suffer.”

Miss. Monday, who looked like a nun, looked at the direction of the banquet hall with greed in her eyes.

“Ahem, that man is the strongest bounty hunter in the East China Sea, a monster that forced the East China Sea pirates to flee to the Grand Line.”

Ikarem’s expression was solemn. He didn’t want to harm Lowen and his gang.

Weiwei had told him that this was the hope of liberating Alabasta.

He was just worried that facing the King’s Seven Warlords, Sand Crocodile, would Lowen really have a chance of winning?

He had never seen Lowen and Crocodile fight, so he could only compare the difference between the two in terms of fame.

One was a bounty hunter who had only become famous in the East China Sea in the past six months, and the other was a famous Shichibukai in the Grand Line. The fame of the two was almost the same.

Igram was worried. No matter how he thought about it, Lowen’s chances of winning were too slim.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of in that weakest sea.”

Miss. Monday disagreed.

They have a hundred men from the Baroque Works, and they are all bounty hunters.

Miss. Monday thought that 100 against 1 was enough to deal with Lowen.

“Ahem, don’t be careless, he’s not simple.”

Igram glanced at the arrogant woman and handed a newspaper to Miss. Monday.This is the newspaper that Lowen got in the restaurant on the sea. It contains the news that Lowen wiped out the Crick Pirates, and a photo of him smashing a pirate ship with one sword.

It was because there were so many East China Sea pirates coming here recently that he got this newspaper.

“What!?”

“One man wiped out the main force of the Crick Pirates, and smashed a huge pirate ship of 50 to 60 meters long with one sword. This is too exaggerated!?”

Miss. Monday’s pupils shrank. This record was too scary.

Crick has a bounty of 17 million, and his strength is stronger than anyone in Whiskey Peak.

The 100 bounty hunters in their entire town are far inferior to the Crick Pirates.

Facing Lowen, there is no chance of winning.

At this moment, she looked in the direction of the banquet hall, as if she was looking at a flood beast, and her heart was full of fear.

“Damn, what about our losses!”

Miss. Monday gritted her teeth, and her heart was bleeding when she thought of the pile of empty plates.

Just this one meal, they killed 4 million Baileys. (RMB 240,000, a banquet for 100 people is not an exaggeration)

She was unwilling to let Loven go.

“We can’t let him go!”

The other Baroque Works employees around were also angry.

Loven ate most of their inventory. If they didn’t keep Loven, they would have to starve for a month.

“He drank three barrels of wine and ate hundreds of kilograms of meat. He must have no fighting power.”

“We can definitely take him down with hundreds of people.”

Loven ate so much, his strength must have been greatly affected.

They didn’t believe that Loven, who was also a bounty hunter, could beat hundreds of them with reduced strength.

“Okay, let’s go together and kill him!”

After listening to the encouragement of her subordinates, Miss. Monday felt that it made sense, and she decided to give it a try.

Moreover, the Crick Pirates were losers who withdrew from the Grand Line. They might just be a fake. Loven who defeated him might not be ridiculously strong.

Gritting his teeth, Miss. Monday rushed into the banquet hall with his men.

Ikalem followed him in, not to deal with Lowen, but just to see Lowen’s ability.

Whiskey Peak is just a peripheral base of Baroque Works, not the core force.

The people here are just Crocodile’s low-level thugs, less than one percent of his strength.

If it’s hard to deal with these people, then don’t expect him to defeat Crocodile.

The people of Whiskey Peak rushed into the banquet hall with anger in their hearts.

They didn’t know what kind of monster they were going to face!