For the past few days, Hachinosu had been plunged into a continuous carnival due to the arrival of a woman.
The Captain of the Kuja Pirates and the world's number one beauty, Shakky, had actually disbanded her pirate crew and come to the world's most dangerous island to open a legendary bar destined to become world-famous—Shakky's Rip-off Bar.
Countless people, infatuated with Shakky's beauty, came specifically for her, making this bar the liveliest place on the entire Hachinosu Island.
The original pirate taverns all went out of business because of its appearance.
Because of Shakky, the bar proprietress, the pirates on Hachinosu Island had for a time forgotten to go out to sea and plunder.
Many Great Pirates of the New World, including the high-ranking members of the Rocks Pirates, lingered in that mysterious bar, enjoying themselves so much that they forgot to go home.
Even the overlord of Hachinosu, Rocks, had been soaking in the Rip-off Bar for several consecutive days without coming out.
This showed just how powerful the charm of the world's number one beauty truly was.
A few days later.
The door of the Rip-off Bar was pushed open by a white-haired man.
Seeing the newcomer, the pirates who were drinking immediately stood up in unison to greet him, their expressions filled with awe.
"Lord Carlo!"
"Captain Carlo!"
Rocks, who was drinking and chatting in a private booth, was stunned for a moment. He looked back, and his eyes lit up.
"Wohahaha, Carlo! You've finally come. I thought you really had no interest in the world's number one beauty. Come over here; these past few days, Shakky has been frequently asking me about your deeds. She's quite curious about you, too."
"Carlo?" Standing behind the bar with a burning lady's cigarette between her red lips and an apron tied around her waist, Shakky looked up upon hearing this, her watery eyes falling on the approaching Carlo.
Carlo walked over with a calm expression and found a random seat to sit down.
Then, he heard a displeased cold snort from behind him.
"Humph! Men! They're all the same. Even you can't escape it, Carlo? It seems Mama underestimated you; so you like this kind too."
"Linlin, I'm not happy hearing you say that." Carlo picked up a wine bottle from the table and took two gulps. "I can even withstand your temptations, so why would I care about some 'world's number one beauty'?"
Hearing this, Charlotte Linlin, sitting on the sofa behind him, was first stunned and then beamed with joy.
"Mamamama, Carlo, your mouth is still the sweetest."
Gloriosa, sitting opposite her, chuckled upon hearing this. "How sweet? Have you tasted it?"
Linlin turned back, gave Carlo a charming glance, and her voice sounded somewhat resentful.
"I'd like to, but unfortunately, he's unwilling. Sigh, maybe he thinks I'm dirty. Annoying chauvinism."
Carlo acted as if he didn't hear a thing.
Seeing him enter, the few Little Brats who were originally by Linlin's side swarmed over and crowded in front of him.
Katakuri jumped nimbly from Linlin's shoulder and sat on the back of the sofa next to Carlo, saying with a grin, "Carlo! Mama likes you a lot. Why don't you just agree to her and become our new father?"
"I refuse." Carlo rejected him immediately without a second thought.
Katakuri was suddenly a bit discouraged. "Why? Daifuku, Oven, and I all like you very much. If it's you, we might truly treat you as our father. Want to give it a try? As long as you agree, we'll call you 'Papa' right now."
A black line appeared on Carlo's forehead as he reached out and gave the Little Brat a hard knock on the head.
"I said I refuse. I'm only twenty years old; I don't want to become the father of over a dozen children."
"Why?" Katakuri still hadn't given up.
"Because I hate Little Brats. Why don't you go find Kaido instead? Maybe he'd be willing."
Katakuri looked disgusted. "No! He's too weak, he can't compare to you at all."
"Linlin's brat, what did you say? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" Kaido, who was drinking in the corner, bristled.
He was caught in the crossfire even while minding his own business.
"Come then! Blehh!"
Katakuri stuck his tongue out at him and scurried back behind Linlin.
Kaido was furious. "Dammit! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! What kind of skill is hiding behind your mother!"
"Hahahaha, Kaido, are you going to challenge a six-year-old brat to a duel? That's quite devious."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the bar was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Amidst the laughter and noise, Shakky, wearing a pink apron and a pair of hot pants that were so short they almost reached the base of her thighs, revealing two long, tender legs, walked to Carlo's table carrying several bottles of wine.
She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, leaned over slightly, and placed the wine from the tray in front of Carlo.
"I've long heard that the Rocks Pirates have a young and powerful Division Captain who killed a Marine Admiral two years ago, shocking the world in one fell swoop."
"At such a young age, he has a bounty of 2.9 billion Berries and is known as the Challenger, the King of the Sky, Uranus, Sorus Karlo."
"I have been curious about you for a long time, yet my bar has been open for several days, and Captain Carlo has yet to show up, making me wait for quite a while. Sigh, it seems my charm is still not enough."
Shakky leaned in very close, and a puff of sweet-scented smoke exhaled from her red lips, blowing onto Carlo's face.
Her slightly bent body was curvaceous, a classic example of 'slender branches bearing heavy fruit,' full of temptation, causing the surrounding men to howl like wolves.
Carlo's gaze fell unashamedly on the snowy, round, and white fullness leaning in front of him:
"What you're doing is very dangerous, you know? This is Hachinosu, a gathering place for criminals. You're playing with fire, Shakky."
"Oh? How dangerous? What does Captain Carlo want to do to me?" Shakky took a deep breath, leaned in even closer, and blew a hazy mist of smoke into Carlo's ear.
Carlo moved his gaze away from her front and looked toward the bar's entrance. His lips curled up, and he suddenly reached out, his large palm directly encircling Shakky's smooth and slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.
"Hmm?"
Shakky seemed completely unexpected that Carlo would actually make a move.
Her body, which was already leaning toward Carlo, suddenly lost its balance and plunged directly into his arms.
But she wasn't flustered at all.
The moment her body leaned forward, she reacted, a slender hand pointing towards Carlo's face.
Those fair fingers seemed devoid of aggression, but in reality, they were filled with chilling killing intent.
Powerful Armament Haki had already bloomed at her fingertips.
Even if there were a steel plate in front of her, it would be instantly pierced if struck by this finger.
At the same time, her full and plump upper body leaned back with incredible flexibility.
Her snowy-white, smooth waist was like a slippery snake's body; with a tilt and a twist, she tried to break free from Carlo's hand.
This series of movements was dazzling.
Yet Shakky performed them as smoothly as flowing water, full of charm and elegance like a dance, causing the eyes of Rocks and the others to go wide.
As the former Captain of the Kuja Pirates, how could Shakky not know the dangers of Hachinosu?
But she still dared to come here and open a bar.
This wasn't entirely due to her belief that her beauty could charm all living beings.
Part of it was also based on her own strength.
Even if she was a glamorous rose.
She was a rose with thorns.
If these men, blinded by lust, really tried to get handsy with her, Shakky would let them know what the Great Perfume Femur passed down from Amazon Lily was.
Well, it was also known as the Nutcracker Kick... however!
The trace of pride that had just appeared in Shakky's eyes vanished without a trace in the next moment.
Her waist, which she had leaned back to twist away, was still held by a hand like an iron pincer. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free and was pulled into Carlo's embrace!
That finger pointing at Carlo's forehead did successfully hit its target, stabbing firmly into the center of Carlo's brow.
But Carlo was completely unharmed.
Not even a bit of the skin between his brows was pierced.
Instead, a pang of pain came from Shakky's finger, and her nail almost bent back.
Held in Carlo's embrace with one hand, Shakky was almost completely pressed against his body, making Carlo feel a mass of watery softness and warmth.
At the same time, a delicate fragrance that made one's blood boil wafted into his nose.