"Heeheeheehee~"
"You're Ryokugyu, aren't you?"
Caesar carried himself with impeccable elegance.
He looked like a well-educated gentleman. Even the strands of hair on his head seemed to exude knowledge, giving him the air of a civilized scholar whose wisdom ran as deep as the ocean.
He was just putting on a show.
Still, when it came to the scientific world, Lord Caesar was a force to be reckoned with.
Looking across the entire world, the only one who could rival him was Vegapunk, that elusive man who was never seen or heard from. No ordinary person could understand the loneliness that came with that.
Caesar faced Ryokugyu.
This admiral had risen to prominence through the World Military Draft.
He was a ruthless man.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to command the room or hold on to the position of admiral.
"King of Science, Caesar Clown."
Ryokugyu's terrifying aura surged. Though he looked somewhat nonchalant, his body was already tense. It showed just how seriously he took Caesar and that he wasn't letting his guard down in the slightest.
Compared to the other representatives of the Richest Group, the King of Science rarely made a move.
That meant he was mysterious.
Mystery sometimes meant weakness, and sometimes strength. But there was no way someone weak could serve as a representative of the Richest Group. That left only one possibility: he was powerful.
"Heeheeheehee~"
"An admiral makes an excellent research specimen."
"Death Domain."
Caesar lowered his right hand, wreathed in gas. In an instant, toxic gas surged forth, shrouding an area ten thousand meters across in a hazy cloud that reeked of poison.
Ryokugyu grew even more wary as he stood inside it.
He instinctively held his breath and spread out his Observation Haki, only to find that it couldn't penetrate the