This truly brings me joy!

Several years earlier.

Marine Headquarters had assigned Commodore Frat and Commodore Tenooh to travel together to Bridge-on-the-Nation and take over from the previous administrators.

After that.

The two became the highest administrators of the Consolidation Area on Bridge-on-the-Nation, each managing half of the territory.

And the two, already greedy by nature, naturally clashed and rubbed each other the wrong way in their daily dealings.

Thus, both secretly wished the other would drop dead on the spot, so they could monopolize the entire Consolidation Area.

Even if only for a short time, it would be enough to skim a hefty sum of Berries from Bridge-on-the-Nation.

That was why Tenooh had felt such regret just now.

And now, up ahead.

Standing among the crowd, Saint Charlos still had his lips pursed, looking thoroughly arrogant.

At the same time, as he walked, he occasionally glanced at the slaves huddled together on the bridge's edge, driven there by force.

Watching the fear and panic in those reptiles' eyes, Saint Charlos felt immense pleasure in his heart.

He had always enjoyed this feeling of sweeping away every obstacle in his path, with no one daring to block him.

Compared to simply killing slaves, he preferred to torment them psychologically.

Of course, if he encountered someone who dared to obstruct him, or suddenly popped up and seriously ruined his mood.

Saint Charlos would also gladly use his beloved hand cannon to grant them death directly.

Because what he hated most were strangers suddenly appearing around him—it infuriated him.

The reason he had let that dog Frat off earlier was merely because the guy had served him decently over the past two days.

Making his journey pleasant all along the way.

Otherwise, based on that guy's offensive behavior just now, he would have already blown him to pieces with a single shot.

And just as Saint Charlos was walking forward, enjoying the expressions of the slaves along the way.

On a lamppost by the bridge far ahead.

A tall figure stood with hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the group in front, specifically on that fat, white-robed, hooded bastard.

The burning gaze in his eyes could not be blocked even by the wind and snow.

"So the big shot that Shet guy mentioned turns out to be a Celestial Dragon."

"I originally thought I'd have to get to Sabaody Archipelago at least to see a creature like a Celestial Dragon."

"But I never expected to run into one here in the East Blue!"

"This really delights me!"

Staring at that Celestial Dragon surrounded by his entourage, the corners of Will's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes barely concealing his joy.

"What is a surprise?"

"To me, this is a surprise!"

Will felt his blood boiling, and his killing intent surged endlessly from the depths of his heart!

The next second.

Will's figure vanished from the lamppost in an instant, as if he had melted into the wind and snow.

On the middle of the bridge road.

The Celestial Dragon's group continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

But Saint Charlos was already feeling a bit tired, so he was about to order everyone to stop and let him rest.

And also have those two leading Marines, like the previous two days, arrange for someone to quickly build him a shelter.

But before Saint Charlos could speak.

The two special slaves crawling on the ground up ahead suddenly stopped.

At the same time, the burly man in the black suit beside him instantly changed his expression, his gaze turning wary as he looked ahead.

"What's going on?"

Saint Charlos was startled at first, then a surge of anger rose in his heart, thinking those two slaves' skin was itching again.

Just as he was about to use his scepter to whip the two slaves' bottoms harshly.

From the wind and snow ahead, a tall figure gradually emerged, walking straight toward them.

Saint Charlos wasn't blind—seeing this, he understood immediately, but his face grew even darker.

Because what he hated most was exactly this kind of bastard suddenly appearing before his eyes!

Next.

The tall, powerfully built man stepped before the crowd, halting at a distance to observe.

Will was now steaming with heat, hands in his pockets, his gaze burning as he stared at the Celestial Dragon.

Then he slowly spoke, his tone instead extremely cold: "Everyone, I'm pretty hot-tempered right now."

"Which one of you will step forward willingly and let me vent properly?"

"Or else, all of you might as well come at me together!"

Hearing such arrogant words.

Saint Charlos couldn't help but freeze for a moment, then felt an immense fury rise in his heart.

He initially wanted to have his beloved hand cannon brought to him, then blow this rude bastard to death with a single shot.

But then Saint Charlos suddenly paused, remembering that he had planned to stop and rest here anyway.

Now that an impromptu show had appeared, there was no need to cut it short so quickly.

So Saint Charlos curled his lips into a sinister smile, the anger in his heart gradually fading.

Then he directly released the two iron chains he held, commanding with a hint of amusement:

"Go, my two good dogs, and bite that damned crawling insect before me to death!"

"Yes!"

The two slaves, feeling the other end of the chains released, responded loudly in unison.

Then the two slaves immediately stood up and strode forward, both appearing to be over two meters tall.

And when their eyes looked at Will ahead, they even carried a strange pride.

As if proud of their status as Celestial Dragon slaves.

Just then.

The Marines following behind also sensed something was off.

So the two Marine Headquarters Commodores quickly led two squads of Marines soldiers, rushing forward from both sides.

When they saw the unfamiliar blocker standing before the crowd.

The two Commodores broke out in a cold sweat instantly, then their eyes filled with fierce killing intent.

Both knew very well.

If this intruder, who came from who knows where, affected the Celestial Dragon's mood, they would all be finished!

So right now, they were the ones among everyone present who most wanted to kill this intruder!

Thus Frat and Konooh, who normally didn't get along.

Now, against their usual behavior, stepped forward together and knelt on one knee, speaking in fearful unison to admit fault:

"Great Celestial Dragon! We deeply apologize! We have startled you!"

"Please rest assured! We will immediately—"

But before they could finish, Saint Charlos impatiently waved them off: "Enough! Get out of my sight! Don't disturb my entertainment!"

"Uh..." The two Commodores' expressions stiffened, then they quickly bowed respectfully: "Yes!"

Then, not daring to hesitate, they swiftly rose and stepped back, turning to cast the anger in their hearts through their gazes at the intruder ahead.

The black-suited man standing nearby said nothing, still quietly in place.

For him, as a member of CP9.

As long as the Celestial Dragon's safety was ensured, the life or death of others was utterly irrelevant.