Published on every platform possible were photos of Sanji and Luffy in salacious positions that could be easily mistaken for them enjoying the sexual assault they went through.
Pictures were heavily edited by Kuro and his crewmates, and had been circulating the internet, becoming the talk of the town.
Gritting his teeth at the sight of them, the Cook rose to flames once more with most of the heat coming straight from the anger he was being overcome with.
Standing beside him with his own fighting stance, Bepo raised his hand up as well as his leg, prepared to prosecute the opponents they were up against.
"You take the one with the crooked teeth and make sure to leave him without a single molar for the dentist to repair."
The Cook instructed, watching Bepo subconsciously take orders from him, without a second thought.
"I'm taking down the Phone Guy."
He said, approaching the man who was still obnoxiously holding up the phone towards his face, with a fearless gaze that started to drop as he watched the Cook grip onto his device, crushing it into chunks that crumbled to the ground.
"H-how? That phone was almost virtually indestructible!"
"Yeah? Well it's a good thing I am too. Welcome to Five Night's at Sanji's, bitch."
Grabbing onto the man's head, Sanji used an inhumane amount of strength that even he himself didn't know he had in him, and tossed the man in the air as if he were weightless.
"Collier... Strike!"
The man's eyes nearly popped out of his head after Sanji kicked him with a force so strong, it created a dent against the wall the enemy collided with.
"Ehhh!!?"
Bepo's eyes widened in amazement as he mindlessly fought off a countless amount of intruders as well, too mesmerized by Sanji's fighting techniques to pay attention to the enemies he was taking down.
"What's happening out here!?"
The second someone came out of the recovery room, Bepo immediately turned over to face them.
"Captain!"
He stood up straight, greeting a visibly annoyed Surgeon that had a threatening look painted on his face that made his first mate feel slightly concerned.
"Is everyone okay?"
Relaxing himself for a moment, he eyed Bepo and Sanji from head to toe.
"Yes, sir!! We're A-okay, around here! We have it all covered."
The Polar Bear admitted while Sanji remained silent as he spoke.
"Then can someone explain that?" Law spoke, pointing at the guy Sanji had just launched.
"Pretty sure he should be alive... Maybe. But don't worry. He wasn't one of your guys. He was one of these feline fools." Sanji responded.
"That's not what I'm worried about. To hell with them. It's you!"
Law shouted, feeling his blood pressure starting to rise with frustration.
"Huh? Me?"
The Cook pointed at himself, tilting his head in curiosity at the older male.
"You've got some nerve to be punching holes into a ship that's fifty feet below the surface, Blackfoot-ya."
Finishing his sentence with an anticlimactic outcome, Sanji's expectations diminished after hearing the Surgeon's final sentence.
"Eh.. I'll get Franky to fix her up for ya'. Don't worry."
He casually responded, irking the Surgeon even more.
Now he was the one staring back at the Cook with a disappointed facial expression.
"Him. I prefer the term "him" for my submarine."
He clarified in a stern tone of voice, lowering his head.
"Is this guy being serious, right now?" Sanji thought to himself.
"Gee, my bad. Sorry, Mister Submarine."
"Mr. Polar Tang." Law corrected, once more.
"Let me know what his favorite food is so I could cook for him the next time."
The Cook jokingly spoke, earning a sigh from Law.
"And what's with you being a fanboy now?"
His question made Law contemplate what to answer for a while, unsure about what the Cook was referring to.
"Fanboy?"
The dark haired man raised an eyebrow at him in return, baffled by his strange response.
"A little birdy told me you liked my Stealth Black suit." Sanji replied, in a rather teasing tone of voice.
Clenching his jaw tightly, Law turned over to face his first mate who was more pale than ever.
"Bepo! I'm erasing your data from that Uta game!!"
He scolded, sending Bepo into a spiral of depression.
"B-but it took me three months to unlock her outfits! Captain, please don't erase it! I'm sorry!!"
The Polar Bear knelt to the floor and clung onto his Captain's leg, feeling his eyes starting to well up.
"What, so you don't like the suit? Guess I won't be needing this then."
The Cook shrugged, storing away a small object within his pocket.
"How'd you even sneak that in here?"
"I found it on my way out of Luffy's room. I tried using this damn thing on that night... But I didn't have time to reach for it."
The Cook explained, feeling bitter towards the Stealth Black suit.
Had he obtained it in his moment of need, and he would have been able to use it to fight off the heavier men who restrained his arms and legs.
In the midst of hiding it behind his hands, he felt something latching onto his arm, with a soft yet sturdy grip.
"I've never been the type to beg for anything... But it would be nice to see that suit up close."
Law's reaction left Bepo almost frozen in place, as he didn't expect a man as strict as his Captain to become so submissive in front of one of Luffy's subordinates.
"I dunno, I don't think I can use this unless we're in any actual danger, y'know."
The Cook hummed, tapping his foot.
"There!! That's him! Attack, men!!"
Subsequently after stating this, the corridors of the submarine were swarmed by more Black Cat Pirates.
"That enough danger for you?"
Law smirked, standing back-to-back with Sanji and Bepo.
"Not even close. But I'll humor you for a little while."
Returning the man's sneaky gesture, Sanji smirked back at him.
With pressing his shoulder against Law's, he transformed himself right behind him with his Stealth Black suit.
"No one goes in, no one gets out. I'll obliterate anyone who gets near this recovery room..."
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