The Op-Op Fruit! Black Arm Zeff!

Buzz!

The engine started running.

The propeller, driven by gears and chains, began to rotate rapidly.

The wind generated by the rotating propeller propelled the black Iron Bird forward, gradually increasing its speed.

Finally, just as it was about to burst off the ship's deck runway, the jet-black Iron Bird suddenly soared upwards, shooting straight into the sky. It then rapidly ascended, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a tiny black dot and disappeared into the depths of the sky.

"Is it really okay to send Drake there alone?"

Luo turned to Ian and asked.

"No one is more suitable to go than him,"

Ian said that, after all, Barrels was Drake's father.

"Also, let's speed things up."

We need to speed things up.

As for how to speed it up, it's actually quite simple.

"Roar!"

In the sea, several tamed Sea Beast roared and seized the thick chains hanging from the side of the ship, beginning to use their brute force to drag the huge ship forward.

So the Golden Flying Dragon began to speed forward.

Not far ahead, the Donquixote Family's Doflamingo -shaped ship was also forging ahead.

In another direction, a naval fleet was also rapidly approaching.

Everyone's goal is Minion Island, everyone's goal is the Op-Op Fruit.

"Um?"

On the Donquixote Family's large ship, Doflamingo looked up in surprise.

He thought he heard thunder.

Did it thunder?

It's winter in North Blue now. This area of the sea is located to the north of North Blue, and the temperature is very low. There are thick clouds in the sky, and large snowflakes like goose feathers are falling down.

But there seems to be no sign of thunder.

Forget it, whether it thunders or not is completely unimportant.

Doflamingo simply gazed at the horizon, hoping that an island called Minion Island would appear there at any moment.

He couldn't see it; above the thick, dark clouds, a jet-black Iron Bird swooped forward.

Drake calmly maneuvered the fighter jet, moving straight ahead.

"Father, I've come."

Minion Island.

Deep within the island, in a dilapidated castle covered in snow.

Barrels and his gang are hiding here.

They are waiting for tomorrow's transaction.

"Dolly! Bring the wine!"

Because of the cold weather, Barrels, bundled up in a thick cotton-padded coat, was already quite drunk. Hiccuping, he slurred through his intoxicated eyes, "Hahaha! We're about to strike it rich! We must celebrate!"

"The captain's here!"

While drinking the fine wine handed to him by his subordinate, Barrels laughed heartily, and at the same time carefully took out a small box again, from which he took out the heart-shaped fruit.

"Is a single fruit like this worth five billion Beli?"

One of the pirates nearby was still incredulous and couldn't help but shout, "This is insane! Have the Marines lost their minds?"

"Hahaha! What do you idiots know!"

Barrels carefully closed the box. After obtaining the fruit, he would take it out to examine it closely every now and then, as if afraid he was dreaming.

He said, "If a doctor were to eat this, he would undoubtedly become one of the world's top doctors! Historically, there have been legendary doctors who, after consuming this fruit, performed miraculous surgeries and cured all sorts of intractable diseases."

"These government officials are wasting their lives. Isn't it a good deal to exchange a mere 5 billion Beli for a doctor who can cure all diseases?"

"But hahaha! These things have nothing to do with us anymore, money is what really matters."

"Yes!"

The pirates cheered instantly, "With this money, we don't have to be pirates anymore!"

Their cheers drifted through the dilapidated windows of the ruined castle and into the snowstorm outside.

The wind and snow were too chaotic, and their laughter was too loud, so they didn't notice the roar sweeping across the sky.

However, Barrels still retained some sense. He raised his bottle and shouted, "Men! Don't drink too much today, or you'll miss tomorrow's deal!"

"We'll celebrate properly after the deal is done!"

"Oh!! Long live the captain! Long live Captain Barrels!"

The pirates cheered again.

Just then.

Bang!

The castle's dilapidated gate suddenly burst open, scattering in all directions like a shower of petals.

"Hiccup--"

Barrels was startled by this sudden turn of events and almost choked on the wine he had swallowed. After quickly swallowing it, he let out a long burp.

Only then did he see the figure, enveloped in wind and snow, walking through the castle gates.

He was wearing a strange helmet, complete with large goggles and a thick mask.

He was wearing a strange black uniform, similar to a long military uniform, the hem of which was fluttering in the wind, revealing heavy boots underneath.

The boots made a somewhat harsh creaking sound as they rolled on the ground.

"There are many places to hide on the island,"

The newcomer spoke calmly, "This is the most comfortable place, but also the most ostentatious, so I guessed you would be here, and it seems I was right."

Barrels shook his head violently to alleviate the dizziness caused by the alcohol. He warily rolled to his feet, his right hand reaching for the long sword at his waist, while his left hand instinctively clutched his chest. He shouted, "Who are you!"

This is bad!

Found!

Is it the navy?

Or someone else?

The newcomer keenly noticed Barrels's actions, then gently shook his head. "I've imagined many times what it would be like for us to meet again, but I never imagined that there would be a father in the world who wouldn't even recognize his son whom he hasn't seen for two years."

The newcomer slowly removed his helmet, goggles, and mask amidst the bewildered gazes of Barrels and his group, revealing a resolute face.

Barrels was stunned.

Everyone in the pirate crew was stunned.

They stared at the newcomer in disbelief.

Standing over two meters tall, with a resolute face and calm eyes, his strong physique was undeniable even in his heavy uniform.

"No way?"

Some pirates were dumbfounded.

"How could such a thing happen!"

One of the pirates rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had drunk too much.

"I must be mistaken! How could he be here!"

One pirate shook his head repeatedly, denying the exaggerated speculation in his mind, "Yes, I must be dreaming!"

However, Barrels's eyes widened.

They've grown taller, bigger, and stronger.

She's no longer the ridiculous-looking girl who looked like she was only ten years old, just two years ago.

However, he was still able to recognize it.

It wasn't because of any ridiculous blood relation, but because he had seen this face on Bounty Poster not long ago!

"Drake!!"

Barrels screamed, "What are you doing here?!"

Drake!

His stupid son!

Two years ago, the frail Drake was taken away by Ian, the Drake Ian of the Scorched Sky!

Ian of the Scorched Sky!

Barrels suddenly realized something.

"It's been a long time, Father."

Drake said calmly, "It's been over two years, and you haven't changed at all."

He sighed softly, "For a while, I actually fantasized that maybe my father wasn't actually a scumbag, but that his sense of justice collapsed after witnessing the corruption of the navy, which led him to give up on himself."

"But it seems that's not the case now. You dare to deceive even Lord Ian. You're truly remarkable."

Barrels suddenly noticed that Drake's chin was slightly raised. This kid! This kid was talking to him with a condescending attitude!

However, Ian!

He found out?

"But whatever, it doesn't matter anymore."

Drake shook his head again, then simply extended his right hand towards his father. "Hand over what Lord Ian wants. You wouldn't want to know the consequences of deceiving Lord Ian."

Barrels's pupils suddenly contracted.

The pirates around him looked terrified.

Sure enough, Ian found out!

"Wait, wait, wait! Drake!"

Barrels, no longer caring about his anger towards his eldest son, forcibly concealed his panic and hurriedly said, "I don't understand what you're talking about at all! I don't have anything Lord Ian wants!"

Drake frowned as he looked at his foolish father. "Don't make me say it a second time, Father. Hand over the Op-Op Fruit."

Barrels opened his mouth.

I know it perfectly well!

Fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand, freezing the blood in his body. A terrifying chill swept over him, but even as he cried out in cold, he broke out in a sweat, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He quickly pressed his left hand tightly against his chest and blurted out, "Wait, wait, Drake! Do you know how much this Devil Fruit is worth?"

He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and hurriedly said to his son, "Fifty billion Beli! That's fifty billion Beli! With that money, why would we need to be pirates? We could find an island and live a life of luxury! Wouldn't that be much better than working for Ian?"

Drake withdrew his right hand, sighed, and looked at his father. "Of course you wouldn't understand."

Drake has seen this very clearly over the past two years. Ian has governed all the islands ruled by the Beasts Pirates very well, especially with the development of industry, which has brought about rapid economic growth. The Beasts Pirates ' territory can almost be described as thriving.

Lord Ian is the man who will reshape the world order!

"Since you're unwilling to give it to me, I'll just have to take it myself."

Drake spoke calmly.

But then, in the next instant, Barrels revealed his true, ferocious nature. "I don't need a disobedient son! Die, Drake!"

He drew a pistol and Drake the trigger without hesitation.

The pirates around Barrels belatedly opened fire, and a hail of bullets immediately descended upon Drake.

but.

Ding ding ding ding!

All the bullets were deflected the moment they touched Drake.

Only then did Drake slowly speak, "Tekkai."

"Tekkai?"

Barrels's expression changed drastically.

Then, I heard a sound.

"Shave."

Before his eyes could react, a large hand grabbed his face. Barrels didn't even have time to realize what was happening before he was lifted up and slammed heavily to the ground.

The sturdy floor was smashed to pieces.

Barrels's mind went blank; he felt as if his spine was about to be broken.

He heard another sound.

"Storm Kick - Amane Dachi".

Drake nonchalantly swung his leg, creating a magnificent circular slash that instantly sent all the surrounding pirates flying.

The slash continued its relentless momentum, cleaving the entire castle in two.

The already dilapidated castle finally succumbed to the pressure and collapsed with a crash.

Smoke mingled with flying snow, and amidst the collapsed ruins, only Drake remained standing, seemingly unaffected by the crumbling walls and ceiling.

He simply looked down at Barrels, who was spitting blood.

"I told you, you wouldn't want to know what the consequences of deceiving Lord Ian are."

Drake bent down, removed his father's hand that was still tightly guarding his chest, and took out the small box inside. After opening the box and confirming that it was indeed the Op-Op Fruit, Drake carefully put the box into his arms.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and left.

Goodbye, Father, and goodbye to my justice.

Drake walked away into the snowstorm.

Next, it's time to go back.

Landing is easy, but taking off on snow-covered ground is not.

But thankfully, it wasn't too difficult.

Drake used several Tempest Kicks in succession, clearing the entire ground in front of the fighter jet.

Once the ground is exposed, there will be no problem taking off again.

Then, with a thunderous roar, the fighter jets took off.

As the altitude gradually increases, the scenery on Minion Island recedes like the wind.

Just when it seemed we were about to leave the island.

Laugh!!

A blinding light suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Drake almost instinctively changed direction.

This beam of light was a slash, an exaggeratedly long-range Flying Slash, almost as difficult to dodge as a laser.

The fighter jet's nose section was severed, and the propeller was cleaved away.

With its engine dead, the fighter jet could no longer climb. Drake calmly maneuvered the aircraft into an emergency landing, heading towards the coast in the direction he had come from.

Just as he was about to crash into the sea, Drake opened the fighter jet's hatch and jumped out.

This fighter jet was, of course, not equipped with an ejection seat, and didn't even have a parachute.

after all.

Bang bang bang.

Drake floated lightly across the air and landed on the snow-covered shore.

Geppo!

He calmly pulled out a green jar marked with an "X", but did not use it immediately.

"Bomber Drake! Don't even think about running!!"

A figure leaped out from the hillside.

Drake raised an eyebrow.

He knew this woman.

Isn't this Rear Admiral Gion, who was captured by Lord Ian two years ago?

They arrived really quickly.

If only defeating pirates were as quick as helping the Celestial Dragons steal their things now.

However, it seems it's not just the navy.

Drake turned around.

On the other side of the mountaintop, a man draped in a feathered cloak appeared out of nowhere. His expression was grave as he muttered to himself, "Hey, no way, why is Drake here?"

Everyone knows that Drake is an officer on the Golden Flying Dragon.

Since he's here, that means --

"Where is Ian?!"

Gion didn't even glance at Doflamingo or the Donquixote Family members behind him, but instead looked down at Drake from his superior position.

She still vividly remembers the humiliation she suffered two years ago.

Drake looked up and saw naval soldiers surging out like a tide behind the mountain at the foot of Gion.

But the real heavyweights only just appeared.

"Doflamingo! It really is—"

On the opposite hilltop, Trebol exclaimed in surprise, "Black Arm Zeff!"

The one who emerged from behind Gion was none other than Zephyr, the former Admiral of the Marine Headquarters.

Even by his side was Vice Admiral Tsuru, who had once chased them relentlessly!

Doflamingo's face was extremely gloomy.

Although he had already learned about the navy's reinforcements from Vergo, he only realized now that Black Arm Zeff had come to deal with Ian!

Vergo's position was still too low; he couldn't access the Navy's real secrets.

"Doflamingo, it's time for the naughty child to go home."

On the hilltop over there, Vice Admiral Tsuru spoke calmly.

"Fufufufu!"

Doflamingo laughed and replied, "Wouldn't it be a shame to leave now? It looks like a good show is about to begin here."

navy?

He's not afraid.

Do you even understand the prestige of Shichibukai?

The so-called Navy is nothing more than domestic dogs bound by the rules set by the Celestial Dragons.

Let alone former Admiral and naval chiefs of staff, he wouldn't be afraid even if Marine Admiral were here.

"A good show? Is someone putting on a performance here?"

A soft laugh descended from the sky. Although the sound was not loud, it overpowered the dancing snowflakes and made everyone look up.

Drake breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally here.

"Has it finally arrived?"

Zephyr adjusted his glasses.

Looking up, I watched the figures descending from the sky.

The real show is finally about to begin.

"Ian of the Scorched Sky!"

He gazed at the boy.

The boy was also watching him.

"Black Arm Zeff".

What's this guy doing here?