Chapter 66: The Seafood Restaurant Barati

  After a three-hour voyage, the warship of Hobodi's fleet finally clearly saw the famous sea restaurant Balati in the East Sea Sambas sea area.

  Various small boats and pirate ships docked near the Bharati restaurant, almost encircling it, showing how booming the business is.

  Hobodi didn't have any particular preferences when it came to eating, and today he had come here mainly to keep an eye on the wandering "Eagle Eye" Jora Coral Mihawk, as well as to shake off the big sister who had been stuck by his side since leaving headquarters.

  "Finally got to see you, Bharati. Just like the newspapers said, you're really impressive!" Fuyuniks exclaimed with expectation.

  Hobart ordered his men to lower a small boat from the warship, and the two of them boarded it. As they were about to set off, a soldier reported:

  "What... Commander, what should we do with him?" The soldier pointed to a pirate on the deck who was tied up and wearing gray clothes and a headscarf. He had two iron-ball-tipped club-like weapons.

  Hobodi stared at him expressionlessly, this Creek pirate fleet combat commander, 'Ghost Man' Jin was someone he had just met in the nearby waters, a young and arrogant man who dared to try to seize his warship and steal food. During the battle, Hobodi didn't even lift a hand, only ordering his subordinates to use cannons to sink his small boat, and then successfully capturing him with a fishing net.

  "I'll get their location of Ditto Creek from him, bind him up for now and deal with him when I get back!"

  "Hmph!" Ghostly Jin spat disdainfully on the deck, and in his subconscious mind, he had already labeled Hoboldi as a 'scumbag' for being the kind of person who would take out a warship to pick up women.

  "Fui, let's go."

  "Yes, Lord Hobbit!"

  Two people took a small boat and docked beside the outer deck of Barati, pushed open the door to the restaurant and walked in. Suddenly, the melodious music of a violin came into their ears. A richly expressive big man saw the two of them and immediately walked over with a smile on his face: "Welcome, I am Padi, the service staff of Barati Restaurant, please follow me~"

  "Grandpa!?"

  "Faye, this is a customer-first place, no need to make a big fuss." The two followed Paddy to an empty table and sat down opposite each other.

  "What can I get for you?" Paddy asked, rubbing his hands together.

  "Do you have Etrusco wine here?"

  Paddy's head popped up with a question mark: "What is that?"

  "Nothing, just don't order that red wine. For the menu, let's get a bottle of red wine, then your specialty dish and two soups. What else do you want, Faye?"

  "No, that's enough."

  "Alright, please wait a moment, sir." Paddy grinned and rubbed his hands together as he went downstairs.

  Before long, Tang and Xiang arrived with a package. A man wearing a black suit, with a cigarette in his mouth and furrowed eyebrows, came over to pour red wine into the two cups.

  Hobbit carelessly drank while sizing up the man with the comical raised eyebrows, wasn't this guy Blackthorn of the Knights' Order from Pankhurst?

  Just as Faye was about to pour the red wine into her mouth, Hobbes interrupted: "Is this Etruscan Brolosterne?"

  "No, it's not." Shunsuke said calmly.

  "It's alright now, Faye, you can drink."

  "Oh... okay."

  Shan Zhi glanced at Hobadi, with a hint of doubt in his heart. When he received the reservation call and was asked to bring that red wine which stirred women's desires, he thought this guy was just another scoundrel who would eat and then cheat women out of their bodies. But it seemed he wasn't such a scumbag after all?

  Yamato turned his face, looking at the woman opposite Hobody, and the doubt in his eyes instantly turned into a red heart: "By the way, this lady is really beautiful." As he spoke, he reached out with one hand to grab Fuyi's hand.

  Bang!

  A knife fell, and the table was instantly split in two. The food on the table suddenly spilled all over the floor.

  "Don't move your hands and feet. The force seems too strong, change the table for us, waiter." This Shan Zhi remembers not liking to waste food, right? And his kicking skills are also good, in the Punk Hazard chapter, he can even kick Vergo flying with one foot.

  Let me try it out then!

  Shan Zhi half-knelt on the ground, his hands grasping at the soup broth on the ground. Upon hearing this sentence, his anger suddenly erupted: "This is a soup that has been simmered for three days and three nights, carefully removing all impurities! You say... the flavor is too strong?"

  Even if he's not a piece of trash, he's still a scoundrel. A wasteful scumbag... Sanji recalled the days when he was stranded on a deserted island near here for 48 days without food and his anger intensified.

  "I'm not particular about food."

  "Lord Hobodi..." Fuyuniques covered her mouth with both hands, a look of bliss on her face. Just now, Lord Hobodi was definitely eating vinegar, wasn't he? Definitely, right?

  "Mutton Shoot!"

  Suddenly, a strong and powerful kick came from underground and struck Hobody's shoulder.

  Iron Block

  With a "thud", Sanji's kick was like kicking a huge bell, heavy and unmoving. Instead, he himself used too much force, and the recoil pain from his footsteps made Sanji involuntarily squat down and cover his leg, his face contorted in agony.

  "It seems you can't break through my defenses now."

  "You now...do you know me?" The quick-witted Sanji soon grasped the meaning behind the words, and a shadow fell across his face.

  "Alright then!" Hobbit lost interest in continuing and said: "Reorder a table for us."

  "I absolutely can't forgive this bastard who wastes food... you..." Sanji stood up, his right leg moving again.

  "Hey, Sanji!" A loud shout came from the kitchen door of the dining hall, and a one-legged old chef with a braided goatee and a chef's hat stood there, glaring at Sanji with a fierce expression.

  Shan stopped his attack and turned around abruptly: "Finish eating and get the hell out of this restaurant, you stinker!"

  "Lord Hoboldi..."

  "It doesn't matter, they'll arrange a table for us." Hobodi looked at the old chef, and the old chef also saw Hobodi, both of them revealing inexplicable smiles on their faces.

  The former pirate "Red Leg" Zeff, Black Leg Sanji's kicking technique, seems to be the one he taught.

  A little while later, a new dish was placed in front of Hobbit and the two finished eating. After that, they walked to the second floor outside the Balati restaurant's deck to enjoy the sea breeze. Hobbit found an excuse for Fionix to go to the bathroom, then turned around and quietly entered the staff quarters of the Balati restaurant.

  In Akasaka's bedroom, at this moment, a pink-haired man in a beige striped suit was standing opposite Akasaka.

  "Guest, what brings you to my room?" Zhe's expression was solemn. Just now, downstairs, he had exchanged a glance with this young man and saw the intention of battle in his eyes. As expected, this young man had come looking for him.

  "I am Navy Headquarters Lieutenant Hopperudi, the great pirate 'Red Legs' Zeff."

  "I haven't been a pirate for a long time, and you're too busy to catch someone like me who's old but not dead yet. What's your goal?" Zhefu snorted.

  Hobodi's face revealed a smile: "Indeed wise. I'll get straight to the point, I'm waiting for Eagle Eye here, but before that, I want to test my strength."

  "With this old body of mine?" Tetsuo said in a displeased tone.

  Hoboldi shook his head: "No, just need you to make a move, and then I'll take it from there. I've been practicing alone for a year and a half, but so far I still don't know what level my practice has reached. I'm about to enter the Great Path, after all, I have to verify it somehow."

  "Arrogant little brat...... Alright!" Tetsuo thought for a moment and immediately agreed, getting up from the bed.

  "Your strongest blow, huh? Let me see your red legs! Iron Block." Hobodi's entire body suddenly shook, and he used Iron Block first, standing still in his original position.

  Red-footed Zhe's mouth corners slightly raised, suddenly his entire body was spinning like a whirlwind in place, the floor and his wooden prosthetic limb rubbing against each other faster and faster, actually producing sparks and white smoke.

  "Devil Wind Leg!"

  Bang!

  Tetsuo kicked one foot up onto Hopper's shoulder, and from the point of impact a swirling gust of wind burst forth, spreading out in all directions. The room's menu papers and bedding were blown up into a mad whirlwind.

  The attacked Hobodi suddenly fell to the ground in front of the door, covering his shoulder and taking a deep breath. The burning pain from his shoulder made Hobodi unable to help but laugh.

  "What's so funny?" Jeong-soo looked displeased, and even if he kicked this little kid flying, he wouldn't be happy because from the start, it was said that he himself was just a whetstone for the opponent.

  "No, a super strong blow. No aura wrapped around it, yet it can directly shatter my iron block, you're still getting stronger with age, Redfoot Chev." Hoboldi exclaimed in admiration.

  "Hmph! I've never met a Marine like you who's willing to stand still and get kicked by pirates. You're done testing, so hurry up and leave my room. It was just tidied up and now it's all messy again thanks to you."

  "Hmm. Now I have a better understanding of the range of using iron blocks when facing powerful opponents in the future. Although I said thanks, this kick is still an apology for intentionally messing up your store's food earlier!"

  "Hmph, just relying on physical strength to block my strongest Devil Wind Kick and neutralize it? This is what you call an apology, you stinky brat!"

  Hoboldi left the room with a strange, smiling expression on his face and returned to Fuyuniks' side. Before long, a loud explosion suddenly came from downstairs in the Barati restaurant.

  But what was most notable was that not far from the Barati restaurant, a tattered giant ship was suddenly cut in two by some sharp blade, and huge waves rose on the surface of the sea.

  Two fireflies slowly approached in the midst of a white fog, on a small boat sat a person wearing a white feathered black top hat, a burgundy flower-patterned high-collared vest, white trousers, and knee-high black boots, especially with a courteous bow, a fleeting glance was cast.

  Those were amber-colored pupils, but their spirit was sharp, like a high-flying eagle.

  "Hawkeye!"