Hand Up One Piece Novels & Stories

It renders the young man speechless once more. Hyang slowly raises her hand and takes Shin's hand in hers, which is holding the ice pack for her bruises. Shin's hand is warm despite the cold from the ice pack he was holding. He is taken aback when the girl takes his hand, but he has no intention of pulling his hand away from her.

"Hahaha! Ms. Turnbull… your lackeys aren't at all impressive, but they sure can boast!" "You never know," Vicky retorted, having absolute faith in Frank. "Hmph," Jackie snorted. "Break his legs, Uno." Uno flexed his wrist in turn. "Time to die, kid." He launched a missile-like punch at Frank's head right then! Frank did not move. He simply kept watching until Uno's fist was about to hit his face, and he suddenly raised his hand, grabbing hold of the fist while stopping Uno from moving an inch. "What…" Uno's eyes bulged in disbelief. How was a scrawny brat like him that strong?!

"The amputated limbs were retrieved from the lower end of the river near the border. It had been in the water for so long that not a single piece of intact flesh could be found. The only thing that could be identified was the initials that she tattooed on her left wrist for you." Chad pulled out a photograph of the tattoo and shoved it in Timothy's face. The letters, which had been soaked white by the water and had blurry edges, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing through Timothy's pupils.

Her silver hair was styled into a flawless, soft wave, and she wore a classic hair coat that probably cost more than my entire logistics contract for the year. A discreet, incredibly expensive pearl brooch was pinned to her lapel. She wasn't carrying a basket; she was simply holding a small, silver-handled umbrella, her sharp, dark eyes fixed entirely on Leo. More specifically, she was staring at Leo’s face. My heart executed a sudden, violent, terrifying somersault against my ribs, the cold water of pure panic instantly flooding my veins.

Uno punched his palm with a fist as he approached his new prey. “Go easy on him, brothers,” he said. “Just take his belongings and—” Kra-a-a-k! “Ack!” A piece of wood split into pieces before her eyes, followed by a body falling to the ground with a thud. Flaming red hair blurred at the edge of her vision. “Hah-hah.” The boy breathed hard, like he’d been running. He held a thick piece of wood in his hands, long and cylindrical but bent here and there, and nearly snapped in half.

"Cute? Look at her waist—there's extra flesh. She doesn't hold a candle to you." "Don't say that. She's still your sister." "I only have one sister—that's you, Crystal," he said without hesitation. Their back-and-forth felt rehearsed, and Clement, growing too confident, stumbled and spilled his wine all over my chest. "Sorry! I didn't mean to." He'd been holding a grudge ever since I'd blocked a major order for the Paynes worth millions. I smiled coldly, lifted my rhinestone-studded handbag, and swung it at Clement's face, leaving scratches across his cheek.

I groaned, using one hand to hold her back. “How are you still having strength?” she hissed, her evil eyes looking down at me in shock. I looked at her belt, and I reached for a knife with my other hand, and I thankfully took a dagger. I cut through her wrist like it was an apple. She screamed as her hand holding the dagger fell on me. She continued screaming, holding her hand in horror. I groaned, standing up. “You are not getting my mate,” I hissed.

The thumb is her key factor to her grip. When Kuroyuki sensed that her grip is slowly loosening from my face, she quickly flicks her hand— pushing my hand away from her thumb. She immediately clenches her right hand into a fist and throws is to my face. Though it`s nothing but a simple, straight punch, but I know it`s powerful enough to knock me unconscious. Reluctantly, I evaded her punch by bending my neck to the right, dodging it by hairbreadth. God, the air pressure from her punch is so scary. I barely couldn`t react.

There were at least ten of his men with guns pointed at me. A man that stood in the center of the group spoke, "Hands up, buttercup". I raised my hands ever so slightly, looking for any route or plan that can help with my situation but the man seemed to see through my plan and made a lunge for me. I pivoted on my right foot and bent my left shoulder backwards, missing his punch. Using the remaining piece of glass in my hand, I stabbed his side earning a hiss from his mouth.

Ding Hao did not dodge. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right fist. With his palm turned upward, he lowered his elbow and withdrew his arm. Slowly, he clenched his fist to the right side of his waist. A mass of purple airflow visible to the naked eye gathered on his fist like a whirlwind.