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  For ordinary people, even 10 Million Berries is an enormous sum. Let alone 110 millioh stir the heart, and su immense amount of riches was enough to push these modestly living individuals toward daring aoreover, they believed they had a justifiable reason:

  "In the name of justice, assisting the Marines in capturing the world's most notorious criminal, Gol D. Rojen!"

  The light of greed flickered in their eyes as they exged gnces, silently agreeing on their course of a.

  Hant desded the stairs to the ship's basement, where Lovins was busy at work.

  "Lovins, I've got something you'll definitely be ied in," Hant began, his tone sly.

  Lovins, a middle-aged man with loose golden hair, raised his head and frowned. "What do you want?"

  Usually, Lovins was a reserved and serious man, and he held Sefiya in the highest esteem. As for Hant, whose personality etty aic, Lovins couldn't stand him.

  "Rojen. You know him, right?" Hant asked bluntly.

  "Of course. What about him? Get to the point— I don't have time to waste chatting with you," Lovins replied impatiently, focused on his tasks.

  "That guy is a Criminal with a bounty of 110 Million Berries!" Hant dropped the bombshell.

  "Oh? And?" Lovins paused his work, his expression showing mild i. "What are you pnning to do?"

  "Arrest him yourself? Bee a bounty hunter?"

  "Not at all. Sure, the guy looks delicate and harmless on the surface, but for the Mario set such a high bounty, he's definitely out of our league," Hant admitted with a shrug, aowledging his limitations.

  "Does Sefiya know about this?" Lovins asked.

  Hant's expression flickered before he forced a smile. "Of course. I told her before ing to you. That's actually why I'm here."

  Lovins gave Hant a dismissive gnd smirked. "Save your pathetic schemes. If Sefiya had a problem, she'd e directly to me. What do you really want? Stop beating around the bush."

  Hant's face darkened with suppressed anger before he posed himself. "I've discussed it with the others. We pn to report Rojen to the Marines ahem deal with him."

  "This way, even if we don't get the full bounty, we'll still be rewarded handsomely for the tip-off."

  "Haha!"

  Lovins listened silently, then chuckled. "Not a bad pn. Rojen seems like a det kid... but money is undeniably more pelling."

  With a casual flick, Lovins tossed the Den Den Mushi to Hant, who caught it in surprise before breaking into a grin.

  "Don't worry, Lovins. We'll make sure you get your share."

  Hant wasted no time dialing the Marine branch with the Den Den Mushi.

  "Mushimushi, Marine Branch 7310, Sed Division. Please state your purpose," A clear male voiswered.

  Clearing his throat, Hant spoke in a serious tone. "Hello, Marine officer. This is Hant from the Sia Chamber of erce. I have informatiarding your ret waarget, Rojen."

  "Rojen? What Rojen?" The Marine officer sounded puzzled.

  Haated, then crified, "Gol D. Rojen, with a bounty of 110 Million!"

  "Gol D…"

  The Marine officer cut himself off mid-sentence, and another voice soon repced him on the line.

  "This is Captain Oakwood, anding officer of the branch statio your exact lomediately."

  "Also, under no circumstances should you arm him. Keep a close wat his movements at all times."

  The voice carried an overwhelming sense of authority. Evehe Den Den Mushi, Hant found himself intimidated by the imposing manner of the speaker. He stammered out a pliant response.

  "Half an hour from now, the Marines will arrive. Stay in stant tatil then!"

  With that, Oakwood cluded briskly and hung up.

  Hant could clearly hear the sound of hurried footsteps oher end. The Marines were already mobilizing.

  A grin spread across Hant's face. Ohe Marines arrived, the hefty reward would soon be his. Even a small fra of the 110-million-berry bounty would be enough to allow him to live fortably for the rest of his life. No more enduring the hardships of drifting on the sea through wind and rain.

  In this world, there were three kinds of people who lived their lives at sea.

  The first were oners like Hant, surviving through hard bor. The sed were the ruthless pirates, plundering and killing wherever they went. And the third were the Marines.

  Of these three, Hant's kihe weakest, fag the least danger but living the harshest lives, scraping by at the lowest rung of society.

  The world, Hant thought bitterly, was truly unfair.

  As Hant ended his call, another se was unfolding near Rojen.

  "Rojen, I o tell you something. Prepare yourself!"

  The ship's doctor, Fred, spoke in a rare, serious tone, a stark departure from his usual jovial demeanor.

  "Fred, what's wrong with you? Why the long face?" Rojen asked with a grin, though his eyes held a glimmer of unease.

  "Your identity has been exposed. You must leave here immediately."

  "The crew has already spired to report you to the Marines. Ohey arrive, it'll be over for you," Fred said in a low voibsp;

  "My identity?" Rojen froze for a moment, his expression hardening. "So, you all know now?"

  "Your wanted poster has been circuted. Everyone knows." Fred nodded gravely.

  "What about Sefiya?" Rojen asked, his voice tense, as he bit his lip.

  At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in his chest. The camaraderie they all shared— the warmth and closeness he thought genuine— now seemed fragile. The revetion of his identity had ged everything.

  He could imagine what they must be feeling now: greed, hesitation, perhaps even fear.

  "Sefiya sent me," Fred said, giving Rojen a deep look. "She asked me to tell you to take care of yourself."

  The heavy weight on Rojen's chest lifted instantly. His entire body seemed to rex, and the tension in his face melted away.

  Though some would betray and doubt him, there were still those who chose to believe in him aheir support.

  "She said she'll always believe in you."

  Fred sighed, patting Rojen on the shoulder.

  Rojen's shoulder trembled, and an even heavier feeliled in his heart.

  The gratitude of a kind soul was often the hardest to repay. His expression grew plicated as he struggled to find the right words.

  "Go quickly! If you linger any longer, you won't get another ce to escape."

  (End Of The Chapter)