Battle of Pirates Bear Roar

District [-] is full of workshops, and the work done is not clean.

Many people are dirty at the end of the day and are willing to spend a little money to be cleaned in a large bathhouse.

At this time, the workers were not off work, and there were very few guests in the big bathhouse.

Locke came to the door, took off his clothes and pants in the changing room, put them on the rack, and ran into the bathhouse without even using a towel.

It is very spacious inside, with a large rectangular bath and four small square baths.

There are sprinklers and mirrors on the walls, and stools are lined up one after another, most of which are empty.

There were not many people taking a bath in the pool.

It feels like a private venue.

Locke jumped directly into the pool of steaming hot water.

Bang, a water wave of three to four meters high was splashed.

No one was around anyway.

Locke walked around happily and got out of the bath. He was all wet and said, "Mihawk, rub your back for me."

Mihawk wrapped himself in a bath towel and soaked in the hot tub, "You don't know how to rub yourself."

"How can it be rubbed?" Locke was too strong and his claws couldn't reach his back.

If you don't rub it, you're afraid of bugs crawling on your body.

Although the skin is thick and insects cannot bite it, the feeling of crawling on it is still annoying to bears.

Mihawk was running comfortably and didn't want to move, "Wait a moment."

"No way, I'll wash the front first." Locke muttered, walked to the mirror and sat down, pressed down the shower gel and applied it on the bear's fur, humming and rubbing the bubbles out gradually.

Locke turned on the nozzle, and hot water rushed down, washing away all the bubbles. "It feels so comfortable, Mihawk, are you feeling better?"

"Wait a moment." Mihawk was still enjoying it.

"Haha, if you don't mind, how about I help you?"

Locke looked back and saw that the speaker was two meters tall, with long silver hair and a beard that hung down to his chest.

He looked to be over 60 years old and had a strong body. There were as many as a dozen scars on his front, one of which was particularly obvious and spanned his upper body.

"Oh, thank you." Locke grinned.

The silver-haired old man pressed down the shower gel with his hand, smeared it on Locke's back, and casually chatted: "Are you an animal devil fruit user or a furry?"

Locke was a little surprised and said: "Old man, you actually know about the fur tribe. It seems that they are not ordinary people."

Fur tribes are rare in Zou, even in the New World, and it is even less likely that anyone knows about the first half of the Grand Line.

The other party was obviously a strong man from the New World.

The old man smiled and said: "After living a long time, I naturally have a little more experience than young people. Your hair is so comfortable to touch."

"Hey, in that village, the little devils also like to lie on me."

Locke can talk about any topic. It doesn't matter who he is. What matters is whether he can brag.

Anyone who can brag is a good brother.

After chatting for a while, the silver-haired old man rinsed Locke's back with water, "Okay."

Locke didn't feel like insects were crawling on his body. He turned around and said, "Thank you. Do you want me to rub your back?"

The silver-haired old man smiled and said: "Haha, my old back can't bear your claws.

Just answer me one question, have you ever seen a man with a tattoo of a nautical chart on his back?"

"I've never seen it before. What kind of treasure is that?" Locke asked enthusiastically.

The old man smiled heartily and said: "It is not as big a secret treasure as One Piece, but it is also a treasure that can build a country. Do you want it?"

Locke grinned and said, "Of course, I am also a pirate."

The old man smiled and said: "Your pirate flag is ready."

"Still preparing." Locke almost forgot about this. If he doesn't prepare the pirate flag in advance, he can't rob other pirates' ships while flying those people's flags.

"Haha, you are so young. I hope we don't have the chance to meet at sea."

The old man waved and strode outside the bathhouse.

Unlike the ferocious appearance on the front, his back was very clean without an eye-catching scar.

"Sure enough, he is not an idle person." Locke sighed and saw Mihawk leaving the hot pool and the bathhouse.

Locke stood up quickly and said, "Hey, Mihawk, don't wash up anymore."

Mihawk ignored him. His golden eyes reflected the back of the silver-haired old man. There was no mistake, this guy was him.

"The great swordsman with a bounty of 6000 million, Girolamo."

Hearing someone read his name, Girolamo put on his trousers in a hurry, tightened his belt, and put on his black coat, which was unbuttoned, revealing a series of hideous scars, "Are you a bounty hunter?"

Mihawk picked up his knife from the shelf, "No, I'm a swordsman."

Girolamo held his favorite knife and said, "Looking at you, do you want to fight me?"

"Of course, how could I let you go when I meet a world-famous swordsman like you?"

Mihawk held the handle of the knife in his hand.

Girolamo smiled, "Young man, the blunt knife in your hand cannot stop my blow."

Mihawk said solemnly: "Then give it a try."

Before the last word had finished, the two of them drew their swords at the same time, and the light of the swords was dazzling.

As the rays of light intertwined, one side shattered into dots.

Mihawk's pupils are dilated, how is this possible?

Girolamo's knife went straight to Mihawk's neck.

Ding

Steel-like claws stopped him from the side, "Old man, give me some face, how about we just stop like this?"

Locke stood next to Mihawk.

Girolamo took one look, smiled, sheathed his sword and said, "We really don't want to meet at sea. It looks like it will be very difficult to cut off your claws."

Locke laughed and said, "Haha, I'm really looking forward to having a drink with you again."

"Pirates are not just playing house. If we meet again at sea, life or death will all depend on personal strength. When the time comes, I will not show mercy."

Girolamo turned around and left the changing room. He still adhered to the pirate style of the old era. When he saw his peers, he had to fight to the death.

Never drink with the enemy.

Even if he admires Locke.

Locke glanced at the silent Mihawk, "Didn't you use all your strength?"

Mihawk shook his head and said: "I used all my armed domineering energy to cover the blade, but he still cut me off with one blow."

Locke scratched his chin and said: "No way, there is such a big gap between your domineering power and his."

Mihawk said solemnly: "It's not as simple as the difference in domineering. It's the moves. My domineering allowed him to resolve it in some way. There is no hardened sword at all."

The fighting time was too short, and Mihawk couldn't tell what move it was.

All I know is that Girolamo was right.

The nameless blunt knife was unable to withstand his blow.

That man mastered a move that made the armed color's Haki short-lived or completely ineffective.

"When Ye builds it, I will fight him again. Locke, at that time, you must not interfere."

Mihawk warned with a serious face.

He didn't want his challenge to become risk-free at all.

That would undoubtedly be an insult to both parties.

Locke spread his paws and said, "Okay."