Those ducks dared to lay a hand on Donald Duck? And right in front of him, no less.
Foxy vanished from his spot, reappearing in front of the lead male duck, delivering a swift kick to its chest. With a crack, the duck let out a painful screech, flying backward and dragging a long trail in the sand, spitting blood, and instantly becoming feeble.
Foxy’s sudden action shocked the other ducks, leaving them all staring at him in stunned silence.
While these ducks were in shock, Foxy was not. He was ready to strike another duck.
“Quack…”
At that moment, Donald Duck bit Foxy’s pant leg, shaking his head frantically, eyes filled with tears.
“They bullied you!” Foxy said, glaring at the pitiful Donald Duck with anger.
Even though he knew Donald Duck had a deep connection with this group, he couldn’t just stand by and watch him get bullied.
“Quack… Quack…”
Donald Duck stood up, flapping his wings, signaling Foxy not to intervene.
“I won’t interfere, but you can’t let them bully you. You need to fight back.”
“Quack…”
Donald Duck looked agitated, flapping his wings with two strings of snot hanging from his nostrils.
Foxy crossed his arms, staring at Donald Duck without saying a word.
Seeing how insistent Foxy was, Donald Duck hung his head low.
At that moment, the other ducks helped the horned duck to its feet, glaring at Donald Duck but not daring to approach.
“Quack… Quack…”
Donald Duck ran over to them, seemingly apologizing.
However, the ducks didn’t accept his apology and angrily quacked, as if accusing Donald Duck of bringing in an outsider to bully them.
Foxy stood nearby, observing. He had a rough idea of what was happening.
It was a classic old story.
After the quarrel, all the ducks glared at Donald Duck and then, as if severing ties, drew a line in the sand with their claws before slowly leaving.
Watching them walk away, Donald Duck’s big, round eyes were filled with sadness. Snot hung from his nose as he cried out sorrowfully, his spirit utterly crushed.
He looked like an abandoned child, standing alone in the sand, not knowing what to do.
Seeing Donald Duck so dejected, Foxy felt awful. He walked over and patted Donald Duck’s head, “Did I do something wrong?”
“Quack…”
Donald Duck shook his head but continued to stare at the empty desert, looking forlorn.
“You still have me,” Foxy said earnestly, looking Donald Duck in the eyes.
Turning his head, Donald Duck looked at Foxy, his mouth trembling, wings wrapping around Foxy as tears the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.
“It’s okay now,” Foxy reassured, patting Donald Duck’s feathers as if comforting a child, even though Donald Duck was still a juvenile.
“Let’s go,” Foxy said.
“Quack.”
Together, they entered Yuba, a bustling town. The streets were filled with residents selling fruit, but Foxy noticed groups of people gathered, frequently mentioning the name of the Pirate King.
As they walked down the street, the residents didn’t seem surprised by Donald Duck, instead appearing to take his presence for granted.
It seemed ducks were a common sight in Alabasta, clearly integrated into human life.
“Can I see that?” Foxy asked a resident, pointing to the newspaper in his hand.
“Sure.”
The resident handed the newspaper to Foxy without asking for money.
“Thank you.”
Taking the newspaper, Foxy read the news, his expression changing.
“Pirate King Gol D. Roger captured by Marine Hero Garp, to be executed in Loguetown in half a month.”
After reading the report, Foxy was lost in thought.
“The new era is beginning, huh?”
“Quack…”
Donald Duck, seeing Foxy dazed, curiously leaned over to look at the newspaper, but he could only understand the pictures.
“Looks like we need to leave,” Foxy said, deciding to go to Loguetown. He couldn’t miss such a historic moment.
He had originally planned to stay in Alabasta longer, but now that seemed impossible.
Though the execution was still half a month away, it would take several days to reach Loguetown, and there might be unexpected events along the way.
Foxy knew that the entire sea was in an uproar. Countless pirates and factions from the New World and the Grand Line would be heading to Loguetown.
With so many people, there would inevitably be conflicts, making the journey dangerous.
As the saying goes, you may not seek trouble, but trouble often seeks you.
Foxy decided not to linger in Alabasta any longer.
Loguetown would likely be heavily guarded by Marines by now. Once there, he would be safe.
However, traveling to Loguetown alone could be troublesome. He needed to hitch a ride, which would be safer.
With a plan in mind, Foxy returned the newspaper and patted Donald Duck’s wing, heading towards a hotel.
Along the way, Foxy kept thinking. But when he reached the hotel, he realized he was broke.
“Quack…”
Seeing Foxy stop at the entrance, Donald Duck sniffled and looked at Foxy with a somewhat silly expression.
“Wait here for me.”
“Quack.”
Donald Duck nodded, his big eyes blinking.
Foxy disappeared for five or six minutes and returned with a few tens of thousands of Berries.
Meanwhile, in a Yuba alley, a few thugs lay on the ground, bruised and unconscious, their disheveled clothes indicating they had been thoroughly humiliated.
Successfully booking a room, Foxy planned to go out again at night.
He needed money to hitch a ride.
Currently penniless, his clothes and pants were in tatters. It was fortunate the hotel owner hadn’t kicked him out.
“We’ll rest here tonight.”
It was a double room. Foxy lay on the bed, watching Donald Duck wander around.
“Quack.”
Donald Duck lay sprawled on the bed, turning his head to quack at Foxy.
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