Thorough punishment and a discussion at Marine Headquarters

The Goa Nobles knew, of course, that Shazo intended to punish them.

But how could they willingly accept punishment?

Several nobles shouted, "Guards!"

Before the guards who pushed open the Main Gate could even see Shazo clearly, they were instantly killed by the Flying Slash he unleashed, turning into a pile of mangled corpses.

Upon witnessing this bloody scene, the guards behind turned and ran without hesitation, leaving no one behind.

A nobleman loudly questioned, "Since when has the navy been allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the kingdom?"

Shazo confirmed with the famous man that he was on the list and was one of the masterminds, so he casually removed his head.

He looked at the nobleman's horrified and incredulous head and said, "This isn't the first time I've done this, so why ask such an idiotic question?"

When the guards died, not even the noble ladies screamed, as if what had died were just a few dogs, no, a few Bug.

But when the nobleman's head was removed, all the nobles felt a chilling fear. They screamed and cried, regardless of gender, huddled together in the corner of the hall, desperately trying to hide themselves from others.

But all of this was in vain. Shazo, following the list, pulled the nobles out of the crowd one by one, then broke their legs and threw them in the center of the hall.

For every nobleman he captured, he crossed out one of their names from the list.

When the last name was checked off, Shazo smiled with satisfaction, "Great, not a single one is missing. It saved me a lot of trouble."

He looked at the king, who was surrounded by the surviving nobles, and nodded, saying, "Your Majesty, all the criminals have been arrested, and the remaining nobles did not participate in the arson. I suggest you give them a chance."

"At least, they didn't cross the line of human conscience; they had some degree of loyalty."

Goa King opened his mouth, but all that came out was a "clucking" sound of his teeth clattering together; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a single word.

It wasn't just the king; all the nobles surrounding him felt the same way. The mere sight of the fallen nobles with broken legs made them tremble uncontrollably.

They felt nothing for the deaths of guards and civilians because they were all minor Celestial Dragons who perceived themselves as not belonging to the same species as ordinary people.

However, the fact that these nobles were grabbed by Shazo with an invisible hand, had their legs broken or even torn off, and then thrown into the center of the hall brought them an extremely terrifying thrill.

These are nobles, nobles just like them, nobles who were just chatting and laughing a moment ago.

Death was so real and cold, and it was pressed against the faces of the nobles like never before. The intense shock made them lose all their composure and manners, and they were even less respectable than the commoners they regarded as insects.

Of all the nobles, only the mute Goa King could still barely maintain his composure.

At least, no suspicious fluid leaked from his crotch.

Shazo waved his hand lightly, and a magnificent Flying Slash out, shattering all the windows and pillars in the Royal Palace hall and opening a wide passage.

Then, Shazo flew off the demolished wall. Behind him, the nobles with broken legs were pulled by Electromagnetic Force, screaming and crying, and flew off in strange postures.

Electromagnetic Force, following some strange rule, strung hundreds of nobles into five long lines, which followed Shazo's figure and swayed in the air like long tail feathers.

When they flew over the gray area that had been burned to a white expanse, Shazo reached up and lifted his hand. Huge, square logs burst forth from the ground and extended horizontal branches, forming a perfect boom.

From another perspective, this is a perfect street light.

Shazo laughed and said, "You guys are lucky. Even mere feudal nobles can enjoy the treatment of big capitalists."

Under his manipulation, the nobles fell one by one from the feather-like procession, landing precisely three feet below the lamppost.

A supple green vine grew from the crossbar, circled the Bad Luck nobleman's neck three times, and then rejoined the structure.

It must be noted that the vines that wrapped around the person three times were very wide and could not possibly hang a person; the nobleman could even hiss and talk.

However, the vines that constricted the trachea and carotid artery allowed the nobleman to fully experience suffocation and even feel death slowly approaching.

The feeling of wanting to die but being unable to was enough to drive the nobles mad in just a few minutes.

Their initial pleas and threats quickly turned into a desire to die.

"Please—kill me—kill me!"

"Let me die—if I die—I won't be in so much pain anymore—"

Shazo said coldly, "No, you can't die so easily."

"You should know how I dealt with the former Chancellor of the Exchequer. Now, whoever tells me about their entire family will die a quick death."

The killing of the entire family ignited the rebellious spirit of the nobles, who angrily retorted, "You damned navy! You're going to kill my whole family, and you still expect me to cooperate with you?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Whether I speak or not, I'll still die. I will not yield!"

"The Goa Nobles will rather die than surrender!"

Shazo merely watched with a cold laugh as the hundreds of nobles struggled, like maggots wrapped in spider Spider, unable to break free from the Silk no matter how fiercely they struggled.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes—some of the weak-willed nobles gave up, tormented to the point of completely losing their will to live.

They gave a fragmented list of their family members and their address.

Following the list, Shazo had the family members of these nobles captured and hung on the newly grown streetlights.

Half an hour later, most of the nobles could not bear the pain of being unable to die and sold their families and clansmen to death.

The sudden influx of surrenders and abandonments kept Shazo extremely busy. He ran back and forth through the dense forest of streetlights, trying to obtain the list of people to be arrested next.

Then, based on these lists, the nobles' homes were confiscated, and the damned nobles were arrested and hung from streetlights.

An hour later, only a handful of nobles remained, the rest having surrendered and embarked on their arduous journey to death.

Three hours later, the first batch of nobles captured by Shazo were all dead, but the number of streetlights that had been erected had increased to more than 4,000, turning the area into a dense Forest.

At this point, Shazo stopped expanding the scope of the punishment and stopped arresting people.

Not all the damned nobles and their henchmen have been hanged, but there's no need to continue.

The core members of these noble families are all here, as are their important subordinate armed forces. The remaining uncaptured individuals are no longer sufficient to support a noble family.

In other words, these nobles no longer had the power or means to protect their wealth and family members.

They will become the prey; those nobles surrounding the king, terrified by Shazo, will transform into ferocious hyenas driven by greed.

They will completely annihilate the ruined noble families and seize their wealth and manpower for themselves.

Those women and children who enjoyed the patronage of the nobility but had no sins beyond original sin, and whom even Shazo could not harm, would also be torn to pieces by these hyenas.

This is one of the purposes of leaving behind a portion of the nobility in Shazo.

In addition, the nobles who were spared would cover for Shazo, ensuring that the large-scale trial of nobles would not be reported to the World Government through official channels.

The World Government will certainly know the whole story, but without a victim, there is no excuse to punish Shazo through the Marine Headquarters.

As for assassinations from the Cipher Pol, Shazo wasn't afraid at all.

Looking at the more than 4,000 streetlights and the same number of sling bugs, Shazo raised his hand with slight impatience.

As his hand suddenly fell, the Electromagnetic Force captured the bodies of all those suspended, and with a sudden downward pull, dislocated their cervical vertebrae.

In just half a second, sensing the impending doom, their muscles trembled in a final, spasmodic spasm, driven by the instinct for survival.

In as little as 10 seconds or as long as 30 seconds, everyone lost their lives.

As he sensed the sudden disappearance of a large area of life force, Shazo's face showed a brief moment of confusion.

He knew these people deserved to die, he knew their sins were grave, and after a thorough investigation and review, he confirmed that he had not wrongly arrested any innocent people.

However, such a large-scale killing by his own hands still severely impacted Shazo's mental world, causing cracks in his values.

That's a reshaping of the concept called morality.

It begins with the Saiyan Shazo unleashing his potential through life and death, gaining a fighting power of 90,000, and ends with the Pirate Shazo openly proclaiming his "Plain Justice" and carrying out a large-scale execution of nobles.

Shazo completed a complete transformation of his worldview from that of an ordinary person to that of a superhuman.

Originally, this should have been a change brought about by the Heavenly Tribulation Shazo, but unfortunately his memories were sealed and compressed by the Heavenly Tribulation, and he could only access them in a triggered manner.

Memories that are too scattered and fragmented cannot withstand the inhuman transformation of related concepts.

As the final achiever, the Pirate Shazo's will will spread to all Shazo, becoming a key characteristic of this group.

A few days later, after receiving intelligence from the World Government, Fleet Admiral Sengoku nearly popped his eyes out.

"Has Shazo Zuo gone mad?"

"How could he kill so many Goa Nobles? This will throw the Goa Kingdom into chaos. How can I protect him from being purged? Hmm?"

The Fleet Admiral Sengoku finally saw the final official document of the intelligence report, and a slow grin spread across his face.

"Ha! Ha! Finally, there's a navy officer who can cause trouble but not give me any real problems!"

"Shazo! You're really great!"

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"Very well, the World Government actually wants our Navy to assist the Cipher Pol in investigating the entire incident of the mass deaths of nobles in the Goa Kingdom, and to make sure we get solid evidence that Shazo committed the murders."

"Who sent this document? Have they lost their mind?"

"Seriously, if the Cipher Pol is so capable, why don't they investigate it themselves? Why are they asking the Navy for help?"

"Ha! I'd like to see whether these investigators met their end in a shipwreck in the East Blue or in a hotel fire, leaving no trace of their bodies."

The laughter of the Fleet Admiral Sengoku woke up the sleeping man in the office. Garp's nose bubble popped, and after waking up, he first took a bite of Senbei to calm his nerves.

Then he complained to his old friend, "Sengoku, what are you laughing at?"

Sengoku passed the intelligence to Garp: "Look, look at Shazo. He got things done, Justice was served, the nobles were killed, and in the end, even the World Government couldn't cause me any trouble. They even had to ask me for help."

"This is the best navy ever!"

"Think about the awful things you've done in the past, those pointless fights. Not only did you get punished, but you also had to let the other person go, and I got scolded too."

"Garp, you've lived to a ripe old age and still haven't lived to the fullest!"

Garp and Sengoku had a decades-long friendship, but Garp ignored a few sarcastic remarks from him.

But what Sengoku said piqued Garp's curiosity, and he took the intelligence report and read it carefully.

As he watched, Garp, like Sengoku, grinned and burst into laughter.

"Good lad, you're quite the guy I've got my eye on. You really dared to go all out, taking down 433 nobles and over 4,000 of their clansmen and thugs in one go."

"Tsk tsk, even I'm afraid of the trouble this would cause, and I wouldn't dare to be so ruthless. How did he manage to avoid any potential problems?"

"This really piques my curiosity."

Sengoku sat in his seat, carefully framed the document from the Cipher Pol requesting the Navy's assistance, and then placed it in a large drawer to dry in the dark.

Having just finished all that, Sengoku overheard Garp's question and nodded, saying, "I'm a little curious too. Why don't we call and ask him?"

Garp shook his head vigorously. "No, no, it's too embarrassing to ask him directly."

"It's so embarrassing that two old guys whose combined age is over 140 can't understand the tricks of young people."

Sengoku thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "What you said makes sense."

"I'll have Sakazuki ask around; he has people in the 77th Branch, they should be able to get the specific details."

A dozen minutes later, Sakazuki, his face ashen, knocked on the Fleet Admiral's office door.

As soon as he entered, he saluted Fleet Admiral Sengoku and then apologized, "I'm sorry, Fleet Admiral Excellency, the intelligence personnel I assigned also don't know exactly what happened."

"He flew from the 77th Branch to the Goa Kingdom all by himself, and accomplished all of this in just four hours."

"Apart from Goa King and the surviving nobles, no one knows exactly what happened."

"The problem is, the King of the Goa Kingdom is not playing by the rules. He and the surviving nobles around him are desperately trying to prove that the deaths of so many nobles have nothing to do with Shazo. I wonder if they've been scared out of their wits."

"Hmph, what's so strange about that?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru walked in from outside, gave everyone a moment's attention, and then continued, "Shazo's killing spree has brought Goa King enormous, unspoken benefits."

Sakazuki asked, "Shazo is just the Department Head of the 77th Branch. What benefits could he possibly offer to get a king to cover for him?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru glanced at Sakazuki and scoffed, "Of course, it's the estates of those murdered nobles, the estates of those who had no heirs."