Chapter 219 - 220: Negotiation Breakdown

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Chapter 219: Chapter 220: Negotiation Breakdown "Yes." The nurse was a little helpless. Following Whitebeard’s instructions, she picked up a bottle of each kind of alcohol from the ground and delivered them to his side. Whitebeard took one from the bunch, opened the cap, tilted his head back, and poured it straight into his mouth. The liquor slid over his tongue and down his throat. "Pah!" Suddenly, Whitebeard frowned, spat the liquor out in one go, and cursed, "Brat, you actually dare try to fool me? You call this alcohol?" "It tastes worse than some monkey piss!" With that, he directly tossed the bottle onto the ground, no longer paying it any mind. Jotaro glanced at the shattered bottle. The crooked writing on it looked like the scribbles of a three-year-old child, without the slightest bit of beauty. The very first bottle Whitebeard drank was none other than soju. That taste nearly made Whitebeard want to unleash his Tremor-Tremor Fruit powers just to vent. Jotaro had given him this kind of drink. In that instant, Whitebeard even had the thought of killing him. Using this kind of liquor to flush a toilet would be an insult to the toilet. Jotaro, of course, sensed Whitebeard’s killing intent. Though he kept a calm expression, inwardly he secretly blamed himself for being careless, not tossing out this kind of industrial wastewater. But this couldn’t really be blamed on him. He wasn’t in the habit of drinking industrial wastewater, so naturally he didn’t know what it tasted like. Even though Whitebeard was furious inside, he still couldn’t resist the temptation of the good liquor that followed. He thought darkly, if the next bottle turned out to be the same garbage, then Jotaro would pay. Luckily, on Earth there weren’t many of those knockoff trash liquors. The next bottle didn’t anger Whitebeard, instead he began savoring it carefully. "Mmm... not bad. Now this is alcohol! The taste isn’t much different from Binks’ Sake." What he was drinking was Cuban rum. That drink, made from sugarcane and molasses, brewed and distilled, was far more refined than soju, and the taste was not even worth comparing. Whitebeard’s mood eased slightly, though still far from satisfied. Afterward he tasted the other liquors. Each had its own unique taste and flavor, different but all could be called fine among drinks. But when he tried baijiu, Whitebeard’s eyes suddenly widened, a sharp light bursting from them. He lifted his head, pouring all the remaining liquor in the bottle straight into his mouth. Exhaling a hot breath, he threw his head back and laughed. "Hahahaha, good! Good! This is the kind of alcohol I want to drink!" Before the baijiu, he had also tried vodka. Vodka and baijiu both counted as strong spirits, but the former was relatively pure and smooth. Whitebeard liked it too, but still preferred the latter’s rich aroma and fiercer, more fiery taste. This liquor suited him well, spicy and biting at first sip, endless aftertaste. "This is the kind of drink a real man should be having!" Whitebeard had always been bold, open-hearted, with a broad chest. By nature he favored such drinks, so Jotaro wasn’t surprised. Thinking of having this liquor for company, drinking heartily and eating meat with family, he thought, even if life ended here, it wouldn’t be in vain. Whitebeard’s tiger eyes bulged as he glared at Jotaro, a terrifying aura bursting from his body. He roared, "Brat, do you have more of this kind of liquor? Bring it all out to me!" Jotaro said, "Of course I do. But I already told you, this is a trade. You give me the Log Pose, and I’ll give you the alcohol you want." Most people, facing the pressure of Whitebeard’s aura, would have collapsed to the ground long ago. That Jotaro could remain unflustered, calmly talking with him, made Whitebeard raise his estimation of him. "Hahahaha..." Yet Jotaro’s words only made him laugh. His sons followed and laughed as well. Jotaro could clearly hear the mockery in those laughs, and his face grew increasingly grim. Whitebeard bared his teeth in a sneer, his gums showing. "Brat, you’ve misunderstood one thing. Deals are for merchants. We are pirates!" "If pirates want something, naturally they don’t follow a merchant’s way." "We have our own way, and that’s to take it!" Hearing Whitebeard’s thunderous declaration, the crew of the Whitebeard Pirates again erupted in laughter. They crossed their arms, staring at Jotaro standing in the center of the deck, their look saying clearly, ’I am the knife, you are the fish.’ Marco said, "Brat, leave the liquor, then get off our ship. We can spare your life." "Otherwise, tomorrow you and your ship will be buried in the sea." Jozu said, "That’s right. Even though your Haki is strong, don’t overestimate yourself. We are the Whitebeard Pirates. You don’t even have the qualifications to negotiate with us." Jotaro’s face grew darker and darker. "So in other words, negotiations have broken down." Jozu scoffed, "Of course. We never had any intention of making a deal with you. We are pirates! Hahahaha..." Jotaro slowly raised his head. His pale-green eyes radiated bone-piercing coldness as he stared straight at Whitebeard on the throne. He somewhat regretted wasting so much time. For these pirates, he should have just started with this method. That was, beating them all down. "Star Platinum!" Jotaro let out a quiet breath, like a demon whispering. The gears of time suddenly jammed. Time stopped flowing. "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" Star Platinum’s aura flared, a world-destroying might, as its fists swung furiously in every direction. Marco, Jozu, Vista, Blamenco, everyone who might later threaten Jotaro, he gave them each a pounding. At that moment, no injuries yet showed on them, only ripples of air vibrations lingering around their bodies. Nine seconds passed. Jotaro’s eyes sharpened. He charged straight to Whitebeard’s side. Ten seconds passed. Time resumesd. Whitebeard’s pupils shrank, or rather, everyone’s pupils shrank. Because the very next second, Jotaro, who had been standing in the middle of the deck, had already vanished. Whitebeard’s shrunken pupils abruptly dilated. Turning his head, he saw Jotaro standing right beside him. That man’s face held no expression at all, not a trace of fear toward one of the Four Emperors. "You..." Just as the word left his mouth, Star Platinum’s fist came crashing down. The massive impact twisted Whitebeard’s face instantly. BOOM! Whitebeard’s throne shattered into pieces, his whole body driven deep into the deck. The pirates all shouted in alarm. As for Marco and the rest, they were blasted clean off the Moby Dick by some unknown force. "Pffshh!" They all spat blood, faces full of shock, their brains unable to even process what had happened. "Yare yare." Jotaro looked down at Whitebeard and said flatly, "I, Kujo Jotaro, am no merchant." ═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═ patreon.com/XenosX ????Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.????

Chapter 219 - 220: Negotiation Breakdown

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