One Piece Begins with Punk Hazard

After three hours of sailing, in front of where Hobodi's warship was heading, he could finally clearly see the famous sea restaurant Barati in the Sambas area of ​​the East China Sea.

The various small boats and pirate ships docked near the Barati Restaurant have almost surrounded the restaurant, which shows how busy the business is.

Hobodi is not particular about food. When he came here today, his main task was to monitor the King's Shichibukai "Eagle Eye" Joracol Mihawk who was wandering around here, and to get rid of the man around him who couldn't take it easy from the headquarters. The moving lady.

"I finally saw it, Barati. It's just like what was reported in the newspaper. It's really grand!" Phynyx was looking forward to it.

Hobodi ordered his men to lower a small boat from the warship, and then the two of them approached in the small boat. Before leaving, the soldier reported:

"Um...Commander, what should we do with this one?" The soldier pointed to a pirate tied up on the deck wearing gray clothes and a turban. His weapons were two crutch-like weapons with iron balls at the ends. .

Hobodi looked at him with an expressionless face. The battle captain of the Creek Pirate Fleet, 'Ghost Man' Jin, was a stupid young man he had just met in the nearby waters. He wanted to seize his warship and steal food. During the battle, Hobday did not even take action. He only ordered his men to use cannons to sink his boat, and then successfully arrested him with a salvage net.

"I still need to get the location of their Admiral Creek from his mouth. I'll tie him up for now and deal with it when I come back!"

"Hmph!" Ghost Jin spat on the deck with disdain. For a guy like Hobodi who sailed a warship out to pick up women, he had already subconsciously labeled Hobodi a 'bastard'.

"Foy, let's go."

"Yes, Lord Hobbody!"

The two took a small boat and docked next to the outer deck of Barati. They opened the door of the restaurant and walked in. Immediately, the melodious music of the cello came to their ears. A big man with rich expressions immediately smiled when he saw the two of them. Came over: "Welcome, I am Paddy, the waiter at Barati Restaurant, please come with me~"

"uncle!?"

"Foy, the customer comes first here, there's nothing to make a fuss about." The two followed Paddy to an empty table, and sat down opposite each other.

"What does the guest need?" Paddy rubbed his hands.

“Do you have any Etruscan Brust wine here?”

A question popped up in Paddy's head: "What is that?"

"It's nothing, I just want you not to serve that kind of red wine. As for the menu, let's have a bottle of red wine, and then your specialties and two soups. What else do you want, Foy?"

"No, enough."

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment." Paddy smiled and rubbed his hands before going down.

After a while, the soup and sachets arrived, and a man with curly eyebrows wearing a black suit and a cigarette in his mouth came up and poured red wine into their glasses.

Hopperdy drank casually while looking at this funny man with curly eyebrows. Isn't this guy the chivalrous Black-footed Sanji from the Punk Hasa chapter?

Just before Foy was about to pour the red wine into her mouth, Hobodie interrupted: "Is this Etrus Bruxtern?"

"No, that's not it." Sanji said calmly.

"That's okay, Foy, you can drink."

"okay."

Sanji glanced at Hobbody, feeling doubtful. When he received the reservation call request, especially the kind of red wine that stimulates women's passion, he thought he was a bastard who cheated on women's bodies after dinner. This guy Isn't he a scumbag?

Sanji turned his face and looked at the woman opposite Hobodi. The confusion in his eyes suddenly turned into red hearts: "By the way, this lady is really beautiful." After saying that, he put a hand up to grab Foy. hand.

Boom!

With a strike of the hand knife, the table was split into two, and the food on the table was immediately scattered all over the floor.

"Don't move your hands or feet. The force seems to be too much. Give us another table, waiter." This Sanji remembers that he doesn't like wasting food, right?And his kicking skills are also very good. In the Punk Hasa chapter, he was able to kick Vergo away with one kick.

Just let me try it!

Sanji was half-kneeling on the ground, grabbing the soup on the ground. When he heard this sentence, his anger suddenly burst out: "This is a soup that has been boiled for three days and three nights, and impurities were carefully removed. You said... it is too strong. Is it too big?"

Even if he's not a scumbag, he's still an asshole.You bastard who wasted food... Sanji was even more angry when he thought about the 48 days without food on a nearby island a few years ago.

"I'm not particular about food."

"Lord Hobodie..." Phynyx covered her mouth with her hands, looking happy.Master Hobodi was definitely jealous just now, right?Absolutely?

“Mutton shoot!”

Suddenly, a powerful kick came from the ground and hit Hobodi on the shoulder.

"iron block"

With a 'boom' sound, Sanji's kick was like hitting a big bell. It was heavy and immovable. On the contrary, he had exerted too much force. The backlash pain from his footsteps made Sanji squat down and cover his head. He held his leg, looking in pain.

"It seems that you can't break my iron block now."

"Now you... do you know me?" Sanji, who was thinking quickly, quickly understood the meaning of the words, and a shadow fell on his face.

"That's right!" Hobodi lost interest and continued, "Arrange a table for us again."

"I will never forgive the bastard who wasted food, you guy..." Sanji stood up and moved his right leg again.

"Hey, Sanji!" A loud shout came from the door of the back kitchen of the restaurant. Standing there was an old chef with a braided beard and a chef's hat who had a broken leg. He was looking at Sanji with a ferocious expression. rule.

Sanji immediately stopped his attack and turned around decisively: "Get out of this restaurant as soon as you finish eating, you stinky bastard!"

"Lord Hobodie..."

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

It seems that the kicking skills of the former great pirate "Red Foot" Tetsuo and Black Foot Sanji were taught by him.

After a while, a table of new dishes was placed in front of Hobodi and the two of them. After they finished eating, they walked outside the second floor of the Barati restaurant to enjoy the sea breeze. Hobodi found an excuse for Phynyx. He went to the toilet, then turned around and quietly walked into the staff dormitory of Bharati Restaurant.

In Red-footed Tetsuo's dormitory, opposite Tetsuo, stood a pink-haired man in a beige striped suit.

"Guest, what are you doing in my room?" Zhefu's expression was solemn. When he looked at this boy downstairs just now, he could see the fighting spirit in his eyes. Sure enough, this boy came to the door.

"I am Captain Hobodi of the Navy Headquarters, the great pirate 'Redfoot' Tetsuo."

"I haven't been a pirate for a long time, and people like you don't have time to catch old immortals like me, right? What is your purpose?" Zhefu snorted.

A smile appeared on Hobodi's face: "Sure enough, I'm going to get straight to the point. I'm waiting for Hawkeye here, but before that, I want to test my strength."

"Use my old bones?" Zhefu said in an unhappy tone.

Hobodi shook his head: "No, you just need to make one move, and then I will catch it. I have been practicing alone for a year and a half, but I still don't know what level I have reached. I am about to enter greatness. The waterway needs to be verified.”

"Arrogant boy... okay!" Zhefu thought about it and immediately agreed, standing up from the bed.

"The strongest blow, let me see your red feet! Iron block." Hobodi's whole body suddenly shook. After using the iron block first, he stood motionless.

The corners of Red-footed Tetsuo's mouth curled up slightly, and suddenly he saw his whole body spinning in place like a whirlwind. The friction between the floor and his wooden stick prosthetic leg became faster and faster, and traces of sparks and white smoke appeared.

"Devil's foot!"

boom!

Zhefu kicked Hobodi on the shoulder. From the point of attack, a flurry of wind erupted and spread to the surroundings. The menu paper and quilt in the room were blown up and became a mess.

As for Hobody, who was attacked, he suddenly fell down in front of the door, covering his shoulders and taking a deep breath. The burning pain coming from his shoulders made Hobody couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Zhefu looked unhappy. Even if he kicked the kid in front of him away, he wouldn't be happy because he had said beforehand that he was just a whetstone for the opponent.

"No, it's a super powerful blow. It's not wrapped with domineering energy, but it can smash my iron block directly. You're still going strong, Red-footed Tetsuo." Hobodi admired.

Zhefu still looked unhappy: "Humph! This is the first time I have met a sailor like you who is willing to stand still and be kicked by pirates. After the test, I quickly left my room. The room had just been tidied up and you were... The boy made a mess."

"Yes. Now I have some understanding of the scope of using iron blocks when facing powerful opponents in the future. Although I say thank you, this kick should be treated as an apology for deliberately ruining the food in your store!"

"Hmph, you were able to resist my strongest demon, Wind Kick, with just your body. What kind of apology is this, you brat!"

After Hobodi left the room under Zhefu's strange expression of anger and laughter, he returned to Phynyx. After a while, there was a sudden bombing sound from downstairs of the Barati restaurant.

But this is not the most noteworthy thing, but not far from the Barati restaurant, a tattered giant ship was suddenly cut into two by some kind of sharp blade, causing huge waves on the sea.

Two fireflies slowly approached in the diffuse white mist. On a small boat, there was a man wearing a white velvet and black hat, a burgundy patterned turtleneck top, a vest, white trousers, and black boots that reached his knees. , especially the polite, startling glance.

They were a pair of amber eyes, but they were as sharp as a soaring eagle.

"Eagle Eyes!"