Loguetown was far larger than Cocoyasi Village.
Tall buildings lined the streets, and shops of every kind filled the city. If something existed in the world, chances were you could buy it here.
The streets were packed with people—locals doing business, mixed with large numbers of pirates who moved in groups, their faces fierce and cautious.
The only reason they restrained themselves was simple.
Smoker.
As long as the Marine captain was stationed here, no pirate dared to act openly.
Logan walked calmly down the street, Smoker unconscious on his back.
Wherever he passed, the crowd instinctively parted, creating a path for him.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
"Who is that white-haired man?"
"Why is Captain Smoker on his back?"
"He looks injured…"
"That's impossible! Since Smoker arrived two years ago, not a single pirate has escaped Loguetown!"
The civilians watched nervously, hands clenched.
The pirates, however, looked very different.
Their eyes gleamed.
"Boss… look carefully," a fat pirate whispered. "That Smoke Devil is seriously hurt."
Another pirate tightened his grip on a meteor hammer.
"This is our chance! If we kill Smoker, our bounty will skyrocket—easily over ten million!"
The leader squinted at Logan.
"That white-haired kid looks soft. Probably some useless Marine trainee."
He nodded.
"Go."
The man with the meteor hammer leapt forward, landing squarely in Logan's path.
"Hey! White-haired brat!"
"You've got three seconds. Put Smoke Devil down, or I'll smash you into meat paste!"
Logan didn't even slow down.
He walked straight ahead, eyes distant, deep in thought about his future plans.
The pirate's face flushed red.
With his crew watching, being ignored was unbearable.
He slammed his foot down—crack!
The stone pavement shattered.
"Put him down!"
Still no response.
Rage exploded.
The pirate swung the meteor hammer with full force, aiming straight for Logan's head.
Women screamed.
Parents covered their children's eyes.
Then—
Logan vanished.
Gone.
When he reappeared, he was already several steps past the attacker.
The pirate, having missed completely, couldn't stop the momentum. The hammer swung back and smashed into his own thigh.
"AAAAAH—!"
He collapsed, clutching his leg and wailing.
Logan continued forward, unhurried, a faint smile on his lips.
A pirate this stupid wouldn't even get hot leftovers if he tried to steal food.
Behind him, the pirate crew froze.
They finally understood.
This was someone they absolutely could not provoke.
Their leader immediately bowed deeply.
It wasn't respect—it was survival.
Logan noticed and found it mildly amusing.
No wonder this man was able to lead a group of fools.
At that moment, a little girl—five or six years old—ran through the street, happily eating ice cream.
She tripped over the fallen meteor hammer.
The ice cream flew.
Splat.
It landed squarely on the pirate leader's pant leg.
The girl froze.
Then she burst into tears.
"My ice cream…"
Her father rushed over, panicked.
"I—I'm sorry! I'll pay for new clothes! Please forgive us!"
The pirate leader slowly looked down at the melted ice cream.
His expression turned ice-cold.
The lively street fell silent.
Fifty meters away, Logan stopped.
He gently set Smoker onto a nearby bench and turned around.
The crowd's hearts sank.
They knew what came next.
The pirate leader raised his hand and brought it down, wind whistling from the force.
In the little girl's eyes, the sky went dark.
A blue flash cut through the air.
The pirate's arm flew.
Blood sprayed.
"AAAAH! MY ARM!"
The girl felt no pain—only warmth.
She opened her eyes.
A white-haired man was holding her gently, like an angel descended from the sky.
Logan handed the girl back to her father.
The man dropped to his knees and bowed repeatedly before fleeing with his daughter.
The girl twisted around in his arms, waving.
"Big brother! What's your name? I'll find you when I grow up!"
Logan smiled and waved back.
"My name's Logan."
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