The potion in his hand was actually useless.
Jake's Holy Light Energy couldn't be stored, it could only function through him as a vessel.
The purpose of this potion wasn't to heal Boars but to plunge the entire Black Hawk Pirates into a cloud of suspicion called "betrayal."
Beside him, Monet watched Jake, a smile playing on her lips.
Just as she was about to speak, she noticed Jake subtly wagging his index finger—a prearranged signal indicating the presence of spies nearby, making conversation unsafe.
Monet had no reason to doubt Jake's Observation Haki.
She closed her mouth, making no sound, but Jake chuckled.
"The dicine is ready. Though it's a waste to use such a fine thing on that pirate, it doesn't matter. I need that outlaw's hands to do so dirty work for . He can't die yet—at least not until those nobles are dealt with."
"Monet, did you properly preserve the organs we froze the other day?"
"They're all in the fridge, Doctor. When will we conduct the next experint? I can't wait to hear those bastards' screams!"
"No rush. Once this country is fully in our grasp, every resident here will beco nothing more than walking organ banks—no need for an operating table!"
anwhile, Boars using the long-range vision granted by his Giant Eagle Devil Fruit, was watching Jake's lips and deciphering his words.
Naturally, he understood what was happening.
Yes, Boars could read lips.
Though the Giant Eagle Fruit provided vision spanning thousands of ters, it couldn't transmit sound.
To accurately gather intel, Boars had once spent a hefty sum of Berries to hire a lip-reading tutor.
While Boars eventually mastered the skill, the poor tutor t a grim end.
The reason was simple: Boars didn't want to pay.
Once he confird he could read lips, he sliced his teacher in half with a single stroke.
Hearing Jake's words now, Boars finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
From Jake's words, it was clear that the old bastard was the sa kind of scum as himself.
No wonder he and the doctor had hit it off so well—trash really does attract trash.
But often, what feels like mutual understanding is just a lack of precise judgnt.
Emotional intelligence can be downwardly compatible, making the person beneath feel as though they share a perfect resonance with the other.
In reality, it's just a carefully crafted facade, a performance tailored after perfectly deciphering their thought process and emotions.
This kind of dynamic usually plays out between naive young n and manipulative won.
But at this mont, in Boars mind, he had already lumped Jake and himself into the sa category.
****
With Monet in tow, Jake knocked on Oli's door.
The one who answered was Ford, whose complexion had improved sowhat compared to before, though exhaustion still clung to his face.
His hands were stained with blood, most of it already dried.
"This is your captain's dicine for tonight. Make sure it's kept in a cold environnt when you deliver it. There's an ice pack inside—just keep them together on the way. If it sits too long, it'll lose its effect and even beco toxic. Be careful."
With that, Jake frowned, eyeing Ford's arms before asking sharply,
"You didn't lay a hand on my paynt, did you?"
Ford quickly shook his head and explained.
"No, Doctor, you've got it wrong. This is all Oli's blood. I was just bandaging him up—he's badly hurt, lost a lot of blood. We've already gone through two or three rolls of bandages..."
"Badly bleeding? Is it still bleeding now?"
Ford nodded.
"Oli's always been like this since he was a kid. Once he starts bleeding, it's hard to stop."
Hearing this, Jake understood the symptoms.
He sighed and said.
"Fine. I'll save you one more ti—consider it a favor for how you two treated today."
Ford's eyes instantly reddened.
He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you so much!"
****
anwhile, on a distant hillside, Boars watched the scene with little expression.
His gaze was fixed on Ford's hand holding the dicine.
After giving Oli sleeping pills and an anesthetic injection, Jake still opted for minimal treatnt, healing Oli's injuries just enough for him to recover on his own.
As Jake was leaving, Ford suddenly called out to him, then dropped to his knees and declared.
"Doctor, thank you for healing Oli! From today on, i owe you my life. If you ever need it, you can take it anyti!"
"I don't want your life. I don't need your organs either. Just live well."
With that, Jake walked away without looking back.
From afar, Boars watched, displeasure flickering in his eyes.
He hated the idea of his subordinates pledging loyalty to soone else.
Especially Ford.
Ford wasn't loyal to him—he was loyal to Oli.
And on this ship, there were plenty who felt the sa way.
****
Approximately two hours later, Ford delivered the item along with the ice pack.
However, after Boars injected the dication, he was shocked to discover that it had no effect at all—instead, it made him cough up a mouthful of pitch-black blood!
Due to Jake's earlier instructions, he didn't suspect Jake's dicine but rather his subordinate, Ford!
Inside the small clinic where Jake was, he closed the door securely, ensuring no line of sight remained, before turning to Monet beside him with a smile.
"I deliberately controlled the drug preparation and delivery process in places where they could see . The goal was to make that pirate trust . But Monet, your reaction was quick too—you cooperated with so well."
Hearing this, Monet rely chuckled and replied.
"I just stayed silent and didn't say a word. That's hardly cooperation. Your fingers already told the situation. If I had kept talking nonsense, I'd have been a fool. But that Boars is really cautious huh? Even though his body had barely recovered a little, he imdiately used his ability to fly high and monitor us."
"The pirate world has always been like this, those trash will end up killing each other sooner or later~"
****
Boars coughed up another black blood, his face so dark it seed like water could drip from it.
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