Chapter 25: Feasting and carnival, people seeking death

In the banquet hall, musicians from Whiskey Peak sang continuously, and dancers performed to liven up the atmosphere.

"Ms. Nami, another drink!"

Miss Monday, who looks like a nun, raised her glass to Nami.

"Okay, come on!"

Nami was not afraid at all and drank the 500ml bottle of beer in one gulp.

At this time, her face became rosy, and she was obviously a little drunk, but her spirits were particularly high.

"It's amazing! She has already drunk 14 people. It's amazing that the nun can still fight for so long!"

"She can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. She is truly a female wine saint!"

The people around looked at Nami in shock. They didn't expect a girl could drink so much.

After finishing this glass, Nami poured another glass in return for Miss. Monday.

Miss. Monday's face twitched, but he clinked glasses with Nami again and drank the barley water in the glass.

She even suspected that Nami had drunk fake wine. She knocked down fourteen people and was still so brave when drinking with her.

She glanced at Loven and Dashiqi on the other side, and her headache became even worse.

"Nami is amazing, I want to drink more!"

Tashigi developed an inexplicable competitive spirit and wanted to compete with Nami.

Luo Wen sighed and let Dashiqi, whose face was burgundy, struggle in his arms.

This little guy is a heavy drinker. He fell into his arms after just two cups. What else does he want to drink?

Luo Wen picked up a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hmm~"

"Luo Wen, this is delicious!"

With a piece of barbecue in her mouth, Dashiqi suddenly forgot about drinking.

"If you like, eat more."

Luo Wen was about to pick up another piece to feed her, but found that the plate was empty.

"Chef, give me 100 more servings!"

Luo Wen turned around and shouted to the chef next to him, not considering himself an outsider at all.

At this time, his table was already filled with empty plates as tall as two people, and three empty oak barrels.

Dashiqi only ate two plates of food and drank two glasses of beer, and the rest was all Lowen's work.

"What? Another hundred copies!?"

The three chefs had sweat on their foreheads and their legs were weak.

Looking at the five colleagues who fell down beside him, each of them foaming at the mouth, he seemed to see his own future.

Weiwei and Ikalem talked while holding their wine glasses, glancing at Lowen from time to time.

The other people at Baroque Works had no suspicion and just thought they were handing over information.

Ten minutes later, Nami, who was drinking with fifteen people, could no longer hold on and finally fell asleep beside Luo Wen.

Among the people on the Wind Riding, only Lowen was still sober. He ate delicious food, drank fine wine, and enjoyed the performance of the people on Whiskey Peak.

The people from the Baroque Workshop were stunned. This was a pure monster.

After drinking more than 200 liters of wine and eating three or four times his own volume of food, Lowen's body did not change at all.

Finally, Luo Wen seemed to feel a little sleepy and dozed off with his arms on the table.

Weiwei stood next to Luo Wen, made an OK gesture to the outside, and then stood by.

The people from the Baroque Workshop were confused and uncertain, and under the leadership of Ikalem, it took them a while to leave the banquet hall.

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In the moonlight, Miss Monday's face looked ghastly pale, unlike the enthusiasm she had during the party.

"Today's guests have all collapsed, so it's time for us to close the net."

"Those guys ate up most of the town's food reserves. If the harvest is not enough, they will suffer."

Miss Monday, who looked like a nun, looked towards the banquet hall with greed in her eyes.

"Ahem, that man is the strongest bounty hunter in the East China Sea, and the monster that forced the East China Sea pirates to flee to the Grand Line."

Ikalem's expression was solemn, he didn't want to harm Lowen and his gang.

Vivi had told him that this was the hope of liberating Alabasta.

He was just worried, facing the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Crocodile, could Lowen really have a chance of winning?

He had never seen Lowen and Crocodile fight, so he could only compare the difference between the two based on their fame.

One is a bounty hunter who has only become famous in the East China Sea in the past six months, and the other is one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea who is famous in the Grand Line. The two people's fame is almost worlds apart.

Igram was worried. No matter how he thought about it, Lowen's chances of winning were too slim.

"There is nothing to fear in that weakest sea."

miss.Monday disagrees.

They have a hundred men from Baroque Works, all of whom are usually bounty hunters.

miss.Monday thought that 100 against 1 was enough to deal with Loewy.

"Ahem, don't be careless, he is not simple."

Ikalem glanced at the arrogant woman and handed a newspaper to Miss.Monday.

This is the newspaper that Lowen read in the restaurant on the sea. It contains the news that Lowen's group destroyed the Click Pirates, and a photo of him chopping the pirate ship into pieces with one sword.

It was because there were so many East China Sea pirates coming here recently that he got this newspaper.

"What!?"

"One person wiped out the main force of the Click Pirates and chopped off a huge pirate ship that was 50 to 60 meters long with one sword. Is this too exaggerated!?"

miss.'s pupils contracted when I saw it on Monday. This record is too scary.

Click has a bounty of 1700 million and is stronger than anyone else in Whiskey Peak.

There are 100 bounty hunters in their entire town, but they are far inferior to the Click Pirates.

Facing Lowen, there is no chance of winning at all.

At this moment, she looked in the direction of the banquet hall, as if she was looking at a ferocious beast, her heart full of fear.

"Damn it, what about our losses!"

miss. Monday gritted her teeth, her heart bleeding when she thought of the pile of empty plates.

Just this one meal cost them 4 million Baileys (RMB 24, which is not an exaggeration for a banquet with people)

She really couldn't bear to let Luo Wen go just like that.

"Can't let him go!"

The other Baroque Works employees around were equally angry.

The Lowen ate up most of their stock, and without the Lowen they would have to starve for a month.

"He drank three barrels of wine and ate several hundred kilograms of meat. He must have no fighting power left."

"With hundreds of us attacking together, we can definitely take him down."

Since Luo Wen ate so much, his strength must have been greatly affected.

They just didn't believe that as a bounty hunter, a man with reduced strength like Lowen could defeat hundreds of them.

"Okay, let's go together and kill him!"

After listening to her subordinates' encouragement, Miss Monday thought it made sense and she decided to give it a try.

Moreover, the Click Pirates are losers who withdrew from the Grand Line. They might just be fakes, and the Lowen who defeated them might not be incredibly strong.

With a grit of teeth, Miss. Monday rushed into the banquet hall with her men.

Ikalem also followed in, not to deal with Lowen, he just wanted to see Lowen's skills.

Whiskey Peak is just a peripheral base of Baroque Works, not its core force.

The people here are just Crocodile's low-level thugs, with less than one percent of his strength.

If it's difficult for him to deal with these people, then there's no hope that he can defeat Crocodile.

The people of Whiskey Peak rushed into the banquet hall with anger in their hearts.

They had no idea what kind of monster they would face!