Pirates: There is no prohibition of fishing in Marijoa.

"Red Hair Shanks!?"

The big-headed man's words made Deuce and the others all stunned. It wasn't because they were scared by the name, after all, they had met him in person before.

They just couldn't understand how a pirate under Shanks could appear so weak.

Although they had never seen the big-headed man take action, everyone quickly came to a conclusion after seeing his thin arms and legs, and the fact that he was tied up by Jerry's fishing line, which had no domineering power attached to it, and was unable to move.

Jerry blinked, stared at the big-headed man and asked, "Oh, then does your big-headed leader know your actions? It's not that you just slapped the big-headed man and used your not-so-hairy big head to decide, right?"

"Let me go! I'll fight you!" The big-headed man was stunned at first, then his face turned red, and he struggled and roared hysterically, as if certain words were mentioned repeatedly, triggering his red temperature button.

Deuce and his party slowly approached, and Scarr clenched his fists and said, "What should we do with this big head?"

"Why don't we use him as bait for fishing?" Everyone agreed when they heard Jerry's suggestion.

Deuce glanced at the big-headed man who suddenly stopped struggling and gave him a thumbs up: "Go fishing, I wish you catch a sea king."

"Let's do this, let's hang him here first. We'll come back after we've eaten and fight until dawn!" Jerry ignored the big-headed man's resistance and curses, and tied him directly to the side of the boat, hanging him above the sea.

Then, everyone walked back into the restaurant.

When Jerry reappeared after eating and drinking, the big-headed man did not continue to curse, but stared at the pirate ship that appeared on the distant sea like a salted fish, and murmured in a low voice: "Big leader?"

Jerry and the others naturally also noticed the ship speeding towards them. They exchanged glances and controlled the Heizi to meet the other side.

When the two ships were dozens of meters apart, both sides stopped at the same time.

"Hey, long time no see. Your growth is really beyond our imagination." Red-haired Shanks led the cadres behind him to stand at the bow of the Redfors, waving and greeting Jerry and others.

"You didn't expect it, did you? Because we have been eating well and growing well." Jerry raised his hand and replied casually.

They were also on the bow deck of the Heizi, standing opposite each other.

Hearing the other party's unconventional answer, Shanks scratched his head, then realized the purpose of his visit today, his face became serious, he pointed at the big-headed man, and said to Jerry: "I'm sorry, I apologize for his behavior here, I hope you can let him go."

"Big Chief, even though you didn't fight for the pointer of Raftel, everyone knows that it should belong to you! You are..." The big chief stopped talking halfway when he met Shanks' eyes.

Jerry glanced at the big-headed man, swung the fishing rod gently, threw him towards the Redfors at high speed, and said with a smile: "Go ahead, although his behavior is provocative, but since you, Redhead, have spoken, I will give you face."

After saying that, Jerry thought to himself, I gave him face this time, which can be regarded as following the unspoken rules of this world, right? Then will it be easier to get a golden legend next time I go fishing?

Shanks took the dizzy Big Head with one hand, placed it on the deck beside him, and nodded gently to Jerry: "Thank you very much!"

After thanking him, he changed the subject: "But let's get this one thing out of the way. Next, I want to talk to you about the Raftel Pointer."

"Hey! We've been drinking together before, and you guys are going to take advantage of us too? That's too..." Scar shouted loudly. At this time, Jerry reached out and patted him on the back gently, shaking his head at him.

Then, Jerry looked directly at Shanks and asked calmly, "How do you want to talk?"

"I didn't expect to encounter something like this when I came to visit an old friend. It's interesting." A figure wearing a black windbreaker, a burgundy patterned shirt, and a black top hat said as he walked out from the rear of the Redfors.

Cavendish narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Eagle Eyes? I was just saying that I sensed a strong and familiar aura just now."

This person was none other than "Hawkeye" Mihawk, who was known as the "world's strongest swordsman". He walked slowly to the front of the Redfors and looked at the people on the Kuroko.

After confirming with his eyes that it was indeed the person he had always wanted to defeat, Cavendish tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword in his hand, his sharp eyes fixed on Mihawk.

Shanks nodded to Mihawk, then turned around and replied solemnly: "Thank you brothers and friends for looking up to me. Captain Roger's great treasure and the pointer are indeed closely related to me. This is why I am standing here today, but..."

He paused, his expression softened a little, and continued, "Just as the skeleton brother said just now, Ace, Jerry and the others did drink with us. This is an undeniable fact, and it can be considered a rare fate."

"So, I don't want to start a full-blown war today, and I don't want to affect my brothers."

Jerry stroked his chin and looked around at his companions. Feeling their silent support, he took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Shanks, asking, "The rules of the martial arts world, a one-on-one duel?"

"Hmm..." Shanks was about to speak when he was slapped on the back by the deputy captain Ben Beckman beside him.

"Ahem! Not really, but almost. It's just that we can each add a little more insurance for ourselves." He coughed twice, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Jerry was confused: "What do you mean? Insurance? You changed your career to sales?"

Automatically ignoring the second half of the sentence that he didn't understand, Shanks explained: "It means that we are not limited to one-on-one duels, and it is also possible to add more places."

In today's world, almost everyone who is not oblivious to what is happening outside knows about Jerry's feat of defeating Kaido in a one-on-one duel.

Even though Shanks was extremely confident and believed that he would not lose, Beckman had already denied his idea earlier.

Out of caution and always keeping Jerry as a key focus, Beckman has witnessed Jerry's amazing growth along the way.

He found that even if he repeatedly raised his assessment of himself, he would inevitably be slapped in the face again and again.

"Oh! What you mean is that a one-on-one fight can no longer satisfy everyone's needs, and we need a three-hit fight?" Jerry widened his eyes and said in sudden realization.

"Puff!" Deuce felt a mouthful of illusory old blood spurting out and glanced at Jerry speechlessly.

But the next moment, he felt a little relieved. Jerry was still in the mood to make a joke, proving that he was not afraid of the four old emperors with extremely high average combat power on the opposite side.

“Young man, ahem…” The red-haired man unconsciously wanted to give a thumbs up, but after sensing Beckman’s gaze, he suppressed it.

Jerry crossed his arms and said seriously, "Are you thinking of something impolite? I want to ask, each side should send three people to decide the winner, right?"