The Boss Is Not Here, Let Me Play A Few Games With This Gentleman~

The next day, Finn brought Nami and Tashigi to the rainy city.

"This is the lair of the Crocodile."

"Wow, it's a casino! There are so many ill-gotten gains!" Nami's eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the luxurious Rain Banquet Casino.

Tashigi frowned slightly and looked at Nami with suspicion. "Nami, what's going on with you?"

"She's falling back into her old habits," Finn said with a smile. He reached out, pinched Nami's right cheek, and lifted it slightly.

"Ouch!" Nami cried out in pain.

"You're no longer the little thief you once were. From now on, when you're by my side, don't engage in your old activities. Otherwise, I won't forgive you," Finn said. As a super tycoon worth tens of billions of Baileys, Finn wouldn't want Nami's thieving habits to reflect poorly on him. Though he knew she only stole ill-gotten gains, such activities could tarnish their reputation.

"Alright, I understand!" Nami stood on tiptoe, trying to keep her right cheek level with Finn's hand to lessen the pain. She grabbed Finn's wrist with both hands and said, "Young master, I promise I won't steal again."

Finn smiled and let go, then gently rubbed Nami's face.

"Master, what was Nami's old profession?" Tashigi asked, her curiosity piqued by their conversation.

Finn's smile widened, and he glanced at Nami, whose face turned red. "Oh, look at you blushing! Our Nami is still making progress."

Nami's face reddened even more. She took Tashigi's slender hand, lowered her head, and whispered, "Sister Tashigi, it's a long story. I'll explain later, okay?"

"Okay!" Tashigi agreed.

By this time, they had entered the Rain Banquet Casino. The air was thick with smoke, making both Nami and Tashigi frown and cover their noses.

"Why pretend to be pure? Afraid of the smoke when you come here to play?" A burly man approached, seemingly intent on provoking them. He took a deep puff of his cigar and blew the smoke towards them.

"Look, Boss Rutherford is trying to provoke beautiful women again!"

"Looks like his favorite girl will suffer again tonight."

"This guy's a piece of work. If Rutherford didn't do it first, I would have thought the same thing."

This man, Rutherford, was clearly notorious in the casino. Gamblers talked about Nami and Tashigi, but no one paid much attention to Finn, who appeared to be just a wealthy young man.

Finn frowned slightly. "There are truly unpleasant things everywhere."

With a wave of his hand, Finn blew the smoke away before it could reach them. Puff! Puff! Two air bullets from his fingers pierced Rutherford's knees, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

The intense pain brought Rutherford back to his senses. He looked at the finger pointed at him and realized it was the Flying Finger Pistol from Marine Six Styles—a technique only a master could perform. As a pirate with a bounty of 24 million, Rutherford recognized the gravity of the situation.

Finn's fingers rested near Rutherford's forehead. Rutherford knew that a single thought from Finn could mean his end. The situation unfolded so quickly that the gamblers around were only starting to react.

"That's a pirate with a bounty of 24 million!"

"This is unbelievable..."

"That kid is terrifying."

The gamblers watched in horror, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

"Big... big lord..." Rutherford trembled with fear.

Finn ignored his pleas and moved his fingers to pinch the cigar from Rutherford's mouth. "Open your mouth," Finn said calmly.

Rutherford obeyed, and Finn turned the cigar upside down, placing the lit end in his mouth. "Keep smoking it. If the cigar goes out before you're done, your life will too."

Finn's calm words were more terrifying than any threat to Rutherford. He sucked on the cigar, smoke filling his mouth and streaming from his seven orifices. He had to keep the cigar burning while exposing his teeth.

After a few seconds, Rutherford looked like a "Smoke Fruit" user. Nami and Tashigi couldn't help but laugh.

Nami even kicked him and taunted, "Hmph! Now you know how powerful my young master is!"

Finn scanned the room, pointing at a few people who had spoken disrespectfully. "You. You. And you two."

He ordered, "Everyone slap your own faces a hundred times."

"Don't think..." One of the men began to protest, but puff! Puff! Two flying Finger Pistols hit his knees, causing him to fall.

Finn stared at him coolly. "I won't repeat myself."

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! The man's knees were bloodied as he slapped himself, crying out in pain. The others, terrified, quickly slapped their own faces as well.

Ignoring the "stupid" ones who were putting on a show, Finn walked towards the largest gambling table in the center. The renowned gamblers there, usually fierce, quickly dispersed upon his approach, leaving the table to him.

The female croupier, trembling, said, "Sir, it seems no one dares to play with you..."

Finn sat down, with Nami and Tashigi standing on either side. "That's fine. Call your casino boss out and have him play with me."

"The boss isn't here, but I'll play a few games with you," a voice with a hint of seduction called from the stairs on the second floor.