Red the Aloof!

Above the sea, as the figure of the man walking leisurely approached, the people on the ship also got a clear look at his appearance.

He was tall and slender, with fiery red hair braided into two plaits hanging over his shoulders. His eyebrows were also red, and he wore a crimson shirt and blood-red trousers, with black shoes adorned with golden edges on his feet. He draped a wide blood-red cloak over his shoulders, with a checkered pattern inside. A blue rose adorned his neck, and he held a slender bat-shaped handle umbrella in his hand.

Seeing the warship ahead and the refuge ship of Germa 66, a wicked smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. In the next moment, with a flicker, he seemed to teleport, instantly closing the distance between the two sides by a hundred meters. With a few more blinks, his figure appeared on the side of the navy warship, and like a gentleman, he nodded slightly before saying:

"Just now, I saw a big meteorite falling on the sea, so I was curious and came over. I didn't expect to see such an interesting scene."

Facing the sudden appearance of the person, Issho and Nicholas did not speak, but the vice admiral beside Issho looked at the sudden appearance of the person nervously and questioned, "Redfield, why are you here?"

As a vice admiral of the navy, he was naturally familiar with the monsters at sea, especially powerful ones like Redfield, which required them to do their homework.

"I have never claimed to be a pirate, so I go wherever I want. Your navy seems to have a broad jurisdiction. No wonder many people seeking freedom on the sea despise you. And don't worry, I'm not interested in the lives of you small fry. Put away those thoughts in your mind."

Redfield shook his head and then turned his gaze to Issho and Nicholas standing on the deck. "Two strong men of the sea, since we meet, it seems we are destined. I wonder if you two are interested in sparring with me?"

Although Redfield's words were addressed to Issho and Nicholas, it was obvious that Nicholas was the main target, and Issho was just an addition.

After all, Issho might become the famous Admiral Fujitora in the future, but for now, his strength only surpassed that of an ordinary Rear Admiral, perhaps more accurately described as a Vice Admiral Candidate.

"Why engage in meaningless battles with you? And hasn't anyone told you that using Observation Haki to peek into others' hearts is very impolite?"

Nicholas, on the mast, looked down at Redfield below and said.

"Vice Admiral Issho, that's the notorious Redfield, the Grand Red of the sea."

Issho's vice admiral confirmed.

"Should we contact Headquarters and have them send someone quickly to the North Sea?"

Apparently, the actions of someone like Redfield had caught the attention of the navy. After all, someone of his level of strength could only be stopped by someone of equal strength, otherwise, it would be impossible to stop him from causing trouble.

Upon hearing the words of the captain, Redfield spoke up, "Are you planning to sacrifice the entire crew of this ship to keep me here, then have people like Sengoku and Garp go after me? That's quite a good idea."

As he spoke, before the captain could continue, Redfield nodded again and continued, "Since I guessed the plan, such a dangerous guy absolutely cannot be left alone in the sea, but Vice Admiral Issho may not be a match for that guy. If Vice Admiral Issho could team up with that masked man, maybe they could hold him back."

"What?"

The captain's eyes widened. This guy actually saw through his thoughts. Just thinking about it made him feel terrified.

"Redfield, you're not ruthless enough. Seeing the ugly faces of the world but only becoming reclusive, you see that brother standing there? He self-blinded because of the darkness of the human world."

Nicholas pointed to Issho standing on the deck and said with a smile.

"Oh, is that so? That's an interesting guy."

Redfield mobilized all his energy and looked at Nicholas and Issho, saying, "So, would you two like to have a match with me?"

It was obvious that Redfield was inviting the two to a fight.

At this moment, Redfield was not yet the Red Baron of later years, who sought to find eternal life and restore his youth. Right now, he was Redfield, the Grand Red, arrogant and solitary!

Otherwise, with Redfield's later personality, he would not have fought an Admiral like Kuzan and kept fighting until he was exhausted and locked in the propulsion city.

"I refuse. Goodbye."

Nicholas refused directly. His whereabouts this time were quite secretive, and it would be easy to expose himself if he fought against someone of Redfield's strength.

"That won't do."

Redfield smiled at him, "I really want to test your strength now!"

Whoosh!

As he spoke, he suddenly appeared in front of Nicholas on the mast, and the bat-shaped umbrella in his hand stabbed directly at Nicholas.

In Redfield's view, this place had already become a grand stage, and he and those two interesting guys would be the protagonists of this performance.

Now was the moment for his grand entrance.

Boom!

Just as Redfield's umbrella tip was about to pierce Nicholas, a terrifying roar sounded.

Then a tremendous pressure suddenly enveloped Redfield completely, and the sudden enormous pressure directly pressed Redfield down from the air.

As Redfield landed back on the deck, Issho's cane sword also returned to its sheath.

After delivering the pink-haired girl to her mother, Nicholas appeared in front of Redfield again, his face darkening. "Hey, you, do you really want to die!?"