**Chapter 15: Yours Isn't As Big As Mine**
Allen sent the soaking wet Smoker flying toward Tashigi with a single punch.
Tashigi hurriedly sheathed her sword and rushed forward to catch him, laying him on the ground to check his injuries.
"Captain Smoker! How are you?!"
"Cough, cough... I'm fine..."
Smoker lifted his hand with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and managed to speak, gritting his teeth as he glared indignantly at Allen.
Allen ignored him. He walked away from the debris-littered area and headed straight for an intact table, muttering to himself,
"These Marines nowadays don't focus on their jobs properly, always causing trouble, disrupting other people's restaurant business. Truly useless."
Smoker was so angry he gritted his teeth, clenching his fist as if he wanted to fight again.
But Sanji stopped him.
"You should be thankful you're still alive. That guy is strong. Anyone with any sense knows what they should do."
With that, Sanji turned and left, waving without looking back.
"Don't forget you have such a lovely subordinate with you. Forget about the compensation. Just leave."
"That bastard...!"
Smoker tightened his fist, his eyes still defiant.
One more time—he believed he wouldn't lose, as long as he was careful about the opponent exploiting seawater.
But what this waiter said was also right. The opponent was strong. If he didn't engage him directly and instead targeted Tashigi or his other men, Smoker admitted he wouldn't know what to do.
Smoker grabbed the table and pushed himself up, tearing off his soaking, heavy coat to reveal his torso, covered in scars and his well-muscled physique.
His gaze shifted into the distance, taking one last look at Allen. After a moment...
"Let's go."
Smoker's face was grim. He picked up his Jitte, turned, and walked toward the restaurant entrance.
"Y... yes!"
Tashigi picked up his coat, held it in her arms, stood up, told Sanji they would be responsible for the restaurant's losses from the fight, then hurried to follow Smoker.
Once outside, the two immediately saw over a dozen soldiers lying scattered across the deck.
Smoker turned his head to look into the distance toward the other side. The warship was quiet, seemingly unaware of the fight that had just occurred.
"He took down over a dozen well-trained soldiers without a sound. That guy is way too strong."
Tashigi frowned, secretly shocked.
Inside the restaurant, she hadn't even heard a single shout or gunshot. One could imagine how quickly the fight had ended.
Tashigi jogged forward, helped up a soldier and checked him. There were still vital signs, which finally made her sigh in relief.
Looking at the scene before him, Smoker also fell silent.
Recalling the earlier exchange—though less than five moves were exchanged—the opponent's displayed martial arts had almost completely overpowered him.
Smoker couldn't help but think of Instructor Zephyr during his training days at Headquarters.
He couldn't judge whose martial arts were stronger; the opponent's methods were clearly not the same as the Marines'.
But he was definitely no weaker than those martial arts experts at Headquarters.
In other words, he just hadn't learned Haki yet. Otherwise, he could probably give even a Headquarters Vice Admiral a run for their money.
"Let's go. Back to the ship to call people to clean up."
Smoker said coldly, stepping over the Marines lying all over the ground and walking straight toward the warship.
As long as they were still at sea, they would meet again someday. Next time...
He would definitely send him to prison!!
...
Inside the restaurant.
After the earlier commotion, the cash cows... the customers... had almost all run off.
Allen wasn't in a hurry to act. The Baratie received plenty of people every day. There was no need to worry about a lack of targets coming to him.
To minimize losses, it was better to wait until Smoker and his crew had left today.
Allen had the Cat Brothers sit down with him, then picked up the menu.
"Hey, you there, the waiter with the curly eyebrows. Come take our order."
Allen beckoned to Sanji, leaned back in his chair, then crooked his index finger toward Butchi.
Butchi immediately understood, smiled eagerly, took out a cigar, snipped the end, lit it, and handed it to Allen, all in one smooth motion.
"Who are you calling a waiter, you bastard? Also, smoking is prohibited in this restaurant."
Sanji, cigarette in mouth, walked over with a dark face.
Allen looked at the cigar in his hand, then up at the cigarette in Sanji's hand, blinked, and asked him:
"Are you jealous that mine is bigger than yours?"
"Who cares about that kind of thing, you bastard!!"
As if understanding something, Sanji immediately rolled his eyes and yelled at him, his ears turning red with anger.
Allen put on a look of bafflement.
"Why is your face so red?"
"None of your business!"
Sanji couldn't help but snap, slapping the table and urging:
"Just order if you're going to eat!"
"..."
"Fine."
Allen silently turned back to look at the menu.
Flipped through a few pages, then closed it. He handed the menu to Sanji and said:
"Give me one of everything."
"..."
Sanji closed his eyes, a vein bulging on his temple, his clenched fist trembling.
He had never seen such a hardcore way of ordering.
But he held back from lashing out, merely saying flatly:
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why? Afraid I can't pay?" Allen asked.
Sanji shook his head, saying irritably: "I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it."
"Oh, I see..."
Allen nodded with an understanding expression, then bared his teeth in a grin, showing gleaming white teeth:
"Well then, you're afraid of the wrong thing. I can finish it, but I might really not be able to pay."
"If you can't pay, then don't order so much!!"
Sanji glared viciously at him, grabbed his collar with both hands, pressed his forehead against Allen's, and roared:
"Hey! You bastard, are you messing with me?!"
"Uh, caught me."
"You admitted it, you bastard!!"
Sanji flew into a rage, cursing loudly.
...
Soon, unable to resist Allen's strong demands, Sanji reluctantly agreed to serve one of every dish.
"You'd better be prepared. If you dare waste food by not finishing it, I will absolutely not let you off."
After dropping this warning, Sanji stomped off angrily back to the kitchen to work.
Sham and Butchi remained silent the entire time.
They had heard Allen say he intended to recruit a few chefs here. They knew what they should and shouldn't interfere with.
The chefs here were very efficient. Plus, there weren't many customers now, so soon a chef emerged from the kitchen carrying the first dish.
Seeing him, Sham couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Why is a chef serving the food? Where's that waiter from before?"
"You mean Sanji? He's not a waiter. Sanji is our sous chef here."
The chef explained with a smile, adding:
"Because fights happen often, the waiters slowly all ran off. Now, all service here is handled by the chefs."
"Do fights like today happen often? Come to think of it, you all don't seem afraid of pirates."
Butchi scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.
The chef continued with a chuckle:
"Because many of us used to be vicious pirates like you. Later, for various reasons, the boss took us in."
"Therefore, even if they're pirates, as long as they come to the restaurant to eat, we'll serve them. Of course, when you serve a lot of people, friction is inevitable."
"Over time, we've become accustomed to fights and such. Some customers even come specifically to watch the chefs fight pirates."
The chef explained with a smile. After speaking, he went back to the kitchen to work.
As soon as he left, three more chefs came out carrying the dishes they had prepared. The speed of service was incredibly high.
But someone's eating speed was equally exaggerated.
Just as the three chefs placed the dishes on the table, Allen finished the earlier appetizer in one bite and casually pulled over another plate.
He finished it in two or three bites, then pulled over another plate. He glanced at the Cat Brothers, his eyes questioning:
"Eat. Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your taste?"
Sham: "..."
Butchi: "..."
We're afraid you'll starve to death.