The Whole Lot of Them Were Stumped, Completely Dumbfounded!

Whoosh!

Blood sprayed through the air, and three arms traced graceful arcs before rolling across the ground, leaving streaks of blood behind.

Beckman and Lucky Roo remained expressionless, as if the arms that had been severed weren't theirs.

The third was a crewman with long hair tied back, a scar across his left forehead, a bare chest, and a black jacket and trousers.

The three of them didn't so much as flinch.

"Two hundred billion. Give us three days, and we'll deliver it to Gold City."

Beckman puffed on his cigarette, exhaling clouds of smoke.

Calm.

Decisive.

And ruthless!

But Red-Hair's eyes had turned bloodshot.

Their current predicament was entirely his fault. If he hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong, he wouldn't have put everyone in danger.

He'd caused the trouble, yet Beckman and the others had to bear the consequences.

It was like a slap to his face, like someone was carving out his heart.

"Calm down."

The sky grew increasingly turbulent. Conqueror's Haki poured from Red-Hair like an erupting volcano, spreading with violent force. The pressure in the air tore at their skin, and killing intent lurked everywhere.

Seeing that Red-Hair was about to lose control,

Beckman placed his right hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice.

They had already lost three arms. If Red-Hair lost control now, those sacrifices would have been for nothing.

"Ben Beckman, come join This Emperor! I'll give you a position of responsibility."

"And you two as well. This Emperor admires you."

Chaos was very interested in the three of them. Their decisiveness and ruthlessness, along with their deeply moving composure, made it obvious they were men of great ambition.

They were patient and knew how to face reality.

They also knew when to advance and when to retreat. People