After finishing the meal, Benedict left with the well-fed Brook and Perona.
As for Rayleigh, with the transaction complete, he paid them no further attention.
Walking on the Gourmet Street, everyone’s mood was undoubtedly improved by the various delicious foods.
There were many pirates, each with their own personality, but few dared to cause trouble here.
Those who dared to cause trouble were basically dead.
The patrolling teams on the streets and alleys served as a deterrent.
However, if what Pluto Rayleigh said was true, with the current combat power of the special forces, they could fight.
But it depended on how they fought, otherwise, they might be wiped out without even touching their opponents.
“System, can the strength of the special forces summoned daily continue to improve?”
The special forces summoned now possessed considerable strength, but their room for growth was limited.
This was because the potential limit for special forces was generally D-class, with a few possessing C-class potential.
In fact, as soldiers, their strength was already considerable.
But Benedict knew very well that the powerful technological forces of the past were tens of times stronger than they were now.
If the World Government truly possessed those technological forces, this would not be enough to mention.
“Ding! You can consume 500,000 Justice Points to complete a troop upgrade, summoning D-class special forces with C-class potential. Note: Troops can be upgraded a maximum of three times.”
Benedict’s eyebrows slightly rose upon hearing this.
It had actually responded!
However, was the level of troop upgrade too low?
Consuming 500,000 at once just to increase one level felt a bit underwhelming.
A-class corresponded to Vice Admiral, B-class to Rear Admiral, C-class to Brigadier General, and D-class corresponded to Colonel rank.
Troops could only be reinforced three times, meaning the highest strength of the special forces summoned daily would be at least Rear Admiral level.
Initially, when he saw the troop reinforcement option, he thought he could summon Rear Admirals, Vice Admirals, or even Admirals daily.
Now it seemed he had been too optimistic.
However, summoning five hundred Rear Admiral-level combatants every day would still be very good.
He just didn’t know if the subsequent two upgrades would also bring about improvements in potential.
“Open!”
“456, fifteen points, big!”
“Hahaha, all these gold coins are mine.”
“With these gold coins, I can have a good meal today.”
A middle-aged man, with his chest bared and arms wrapped in bandages, was overjoyed when he bet it all and won big. He quickly stuffed all the gold coins into his bag and excitedly left.
Gourmet Island was vast, and the delicacies were abundant, making one reluctant to leave.
As such, some people with insufficient gold coins who still wanted to eat would gamble.
Those who lost, with red eyes, would want to do something bad.
However, very few actually dared to act.
It wasn't that the gambling dens were owned by Gourmet Island itself; in fact, these people gambled privately.
And when Tengu Seifuu learned of this, he turned a blind eye, and the patrol teams would also keep an eye on this area.
Therefore, if someone truly dared to act and was discovered, they would be sent to meet the king of hell.
There were not many gambling dens, only two, which was also a restriction imposed by Tengu Seifuu.
Otherwise, it was hard to guarantee that too many gambling dens wouldn't turn the entire Gourmet Island into a mess.
At this moment, a blind man, carrying a cloth bag filled with gold coins, had just won them from those people.
He had been on Gourmet Island for three days, and in these three days, he had eaten delicacies he had never tasted in his life.
It had truly made him linger, unwilling to depart.
But it was also very expensive, so when he needed money, he would come to gamble.
Benedict, with a candied hawthorn in his mouth, happened to see the blind man, and his eyes narrowed.
Fujitora Issho.
Although the man was very young at the moment, he bore a seven-tenths resemblance to the Fujitora Issho he remembered from twenty years later.
“Sir, could you please let me pass?”
The sword staff tapped lightly on the ground as he felt his way forward.
When Benedict stood about a meter in front of him, the blind man stopped and said to Benedict very amiably.
Benedict looked at the blind man and smiled, “Sir, it seems you’ve had a very good haul today.”
“I’m very interested in what you have in your hand, would you be interested in playing a round?”
“If you win, the gold coins in your hand are mine. If you lose, I’ll treat you to a meal at a high-class gourmet restaurant.”
“Sure!” The blind man’s interest was immediately piqued.
He loved gambling very much and was very addicted to it.
The gold coins in his hand were not insignificant, but they were only worth about ten million Berries, which was not enough to dine at a high-class restaurant.
“Can we find another place to gamble?” Benedict said with a smile.
“Of course!” The blind man, skilled and bold, was not afraid that Benedict might have any ulterior motives and readily agreed with a smile.
Perona and Brook, who were by his side, had remained silent but were very interested.
Before long, they arrived beside a small grove, with no one around.
“Let’s bet with a coin.”
“Guess heads or tails!”
“‘Characters’ is heads, ‘pictures’ is tails.”
Benedict took out a gold coin with a pattern on it.
Different countries had their own circulating currencies, and gold coins were a hard currency. However, some places would add patterns and numbers to the gold coins to represent their value.
The gold coin in Benedict’s hand was like that.
“Heads!” The blind man stood with his sword staff, saying with a smile.
“Then I’ll take tails!” Benedict said with a smile.
As he spoke, Benedict flicked his thumb, and the coin soared several meters into the air. As it rapidly flipped, it began to fall.
Benedict waved his hand, and a small stone flew out, hitting the coin but not harming it in the slightest.
Seeing Benedict make a move, the blind man grunted softly. An invisible force made the coin suddenly fly upwards again, and then it began to fall towards the ground, its speed greatly increasing.
Benedict’s lips curved, and another small stone flew out, hitting the coin precisely.
Fujitora was not flustered. Using the same method as before, he did it again.
Brook and Perona watched the coin suspended in the air, moving up and down but not falling, their eyes following its every move foolishly.
Benedict still had a small stone in his hand. This time, he didn’t rush to act. He let the coin fall. Just as the coin was about to hit the ground, the small stone in Benedict’s hand also flew out rapidly.
However, just as the stone was about to collide with the coin, the stone was directly pressed to the ground by an invisible force.
The coin landed steadily, heads side up.
“Paramecia-type, Gravitational-Gravitational Fruit, you must be Fujitora Issho.”
Seeing this, Benedict clapped his hands, a smile on his face, and said.
“At such a young age, with such terrifying strength, there is only one person currently circulating on the seas.”
“Seiryu, Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Benedict.”
“It’s just that I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Fujitora Issho stroked the hilt of his sword staff, a look of confidence on his face.