Kirby, the God of Pirates

"Isn't this a navy captain?"

"What are you doing, Sanji!"

Finally, a man with a frighteningly strong body came out from among the chefs. The man had a beard and the muscles in his arms were so muscular that one could infer without hesitation that he was a weightlifter.

However, this guy who can make the floor shake when he walks is indeed one of Barati's chefs, and a strong contender for Sanji's position as sous chef!

"What are you doing, stinky cook?"

"Don't call me by my name casually?"

Sanji turned around impatiently and slapped the man in the mouth, but the strength in his hands did not loosen at all. The seven-foot man was held in his hands like a newborn baby, unable to move.

"You stinky cook don't have the right to call me stinky cook!" The man rolled up his sleeves, hunched over his waist, and staggered over. He stood in front of the two men, but turned a blind eye to the captain. He held a mung bean-sized Big eyes and small eyes of Sanji

"There is a restaurant only when there are customers!"

"You actually hurt an important guest, what's wrong with you?!"

"what?!"

Sanji freed his hand and shook out the ashes.

"What about the guests?"

"This guy not only wasted precious food, but also insulted the chef..." Sanji said, his hand tightened slightly, and a man's begging for mercy could be heard from the side.

"That's why I gave him some color~"

Sanji bit the cigarette butt hard and threw the man aside casually.

The captain's body rolled over and over again, and he was stuck against the corner.

The man groped with his hands on his body for a while, and after finding that there was nothing serious, he leaned against the wall motionlessly and pretended to be dead, with the vicious look in his eyes clearly evident.

Sanji clapped his hands and exhaled. He didn't care about the captain, found a stool and sat down, looking at the muscular man.

"Do you have an opinion?"

...

"What kind of store is this?!" The man remained silent in the corner for a long time. After a while, his body began to tremble.

The trembling shoulders held up the tear-stained face. The man shed tears of humiliation and roared in a low voice.

“How dare there be a store that treats customers like this!”

"I'm going to ruin it!"

"I'm going to destroy this kind of store!"

"I'm going to destroy it!" The man's eyes were blank, and he was saying words that he didn't understand clearly. He managed to get up, but accidentally fell to the ground. He staggered up and stood up, hunched over. Go

"Contact the government immediately..."

"I'll go right away..."

"Then I'll have to deal with you here!"

Sanji's expression hardened, his eyes widened, and he spit out the cigarette that was burning to the bottom, then crushed it with his feet before he tried to step forward.

"No, Sanji!" The cooks who were watching the excitement were obviously not vegetarians, and they firmly held Sanji's shoulders.

"He is a guest!"

"But he really pisses me off!"

Sanji struggled to free himself, eyes blazing with fire, staring intently at the man running away in front of him.

"I can't help myself when I see a self-righteous guy like you!"

Sanji's neck is so long that he spits on the man's face

"Stop it, Sanji!"

"Too much!"

"Hahahahaha... Just wait... I will notify the government right away..."

The captain smiled sickly, moved his buttocks with his hands and feet, and kept backing up, but his words were still extremely tough.

"How great do you think you are?!" Sanji couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around and kicked him

"what?!"

"babble--!"

The sharp leg wind swept over the captain's nose. His legs were so long that they almost broke the captain's nose.

The captain panicked, seeming to remember the situation where he was suppressed just now, and quickly ran towards the door, but turned around when he heard the voice behind him.

  "Hey!"

"Is your kid messing around in the store again?!"

There was a commotion in the crowd. After a while, the restaurant manager Tetsuo squeezed out of the crowd, followed by two unfamiliar faces.

Sanji saw the old man at a glance, paused, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Pacha!

"Hiss-huh-" Sanji breathed out the air in his lungs slightly, straightened his messy hair, and then tilted his head and replied.

"Stop talking, you stinky old man!"

"What are you talking about?! Who are you talking to? Do you want to destroy my restaurant?!" Zhefu was so angry that he rushed forward with a flying kick.

"You brat——!"

The prosthetic leg hit Sanji hard on the face, and the cigarette rod in his mouth was kicked out.

"Hey!"

The captain seemed to see the glimmer of hope and walked back proudly

"Haha, the chef is still sensible..."

Sure enough, there are reasonable people in this restaurant!

"The same goes for you, get out of here!"

Swish!

"what!"

Another flying kick. Before the captain could figure out the situation, he flew out again.

This time it seemed to be more painful. The man's teeth were kicked to the ground and he couldn't help coughing up blood.

"Ah! Bastard!! Ahem... vomit-!"

No wonder, Sanji learned all his kicking skills from this old guy. The man was unlucky this time, as he had both master and apprentice.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The captain's entire face was pressed tightly against the smooth ground, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

(This...what's going on with this restaurant!)

(Even the boss is like this, has this evil behavior?!)

(This is not... this is the same as...)

"It's just like a pirate ship!"

"Humph!"

"You're right about one thing."

Sanji also slowly climbed up, picked up the kicked cigarette butt with one hand, stuffed it back into his mouth, and smiled evilly at the man.

He didn't know how many times he had been kicked to this level by the old man. He shook his neck and twisted his shoulders and acted like a normal person again.

"The customer is God! Sanji!"

The fat cook on the side saw Sanji being beaten by the boss again. He screamed and stood up, pointing at Sanji and scolding him.

"How can a sous chef like you make the restaurant develop better? Why not let me do it!"

"Right, boss?"

"Humph, the customer is God?" Before Zhefu could answer, Sanji stepped forward and patted the man's shoulder, shook his suit, and patted away the non-existent dust, then responded with a sneer.

"That's only for customers who are willing to eat the crappy food you cook, right?"

"Paddy, Sanji!" Zeff said with a headache.

"We need to call him in the kitchen!"

These two guys often fought back and forth, and he was already used to it. As for the guy who dared to insult the chef,

He hates it even more than Sanji!

"As for you, give me some money, don't you hear me?!"

"what?!"

"Yes yes yes...yes-!"

The captain didn't dare to stay. He didn't even bother to pick up the teeth on the ground. He stumbled and ran towards the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhefu suddenly stopped the two people walking towards the kitchen and moved away. Two more figures emerged from the crowd.

Even the captain was so frightened that he stopped and couldn't help but look back.

Just one glance makes people unable to look away anymore

Zhefu smiled, and introduced with a fierce face: "Let me introduce to you, this is the new handyman. He will work here for a week. Everyone should get along well with each other!"

"What?!!!"