Several years ago.
The Marine Headquarters assigned Commodore Frat and Tenooh to travel together to Bridge-on-the-Nation and replace the previous manager.
After that.
The two became the highest-ranking managers in the Consolidation Area of Bridge-on-the-Nation, each overseeing half of it.
And since they were both greedy by nature, conflicts and friction between them were inevitable.
Both of them wished the other would drop dead as soon as possible, so they could monopolize the entire Consolidation Area.
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Even a short time was enough for them to embezzle quite a lot of Berries from Bridge-on-the-Nation.
That was why Tenooh had felt such regret just now.
Meanwhile, up ahead.
Saint Charlos stood among the crowd, still pouting and looking thoroughly arrogant.
As he walked, he kept glancing at the slaves who had been driven to the side of the bridge and crowded together.
Watching the fear and panic in those vermin's eyes filled Saint Charlos with delight.
He had always loved the feeling of sweeping away every obstacle in his path, with no one around daring to stop him.
He preferred psychologically tormenting slaves to simply killing them.
Of course, if anyone dared to stand in his way, or suddenly appeared and seriously spoiled his mood,
Saint Charlos would just as readily use his beloved hand cannon to grant them death.
After all, what he hated most was strange intruders suddenly appearing around him. It made him furious.
The only reason he had spared that dog Frat just now was that the man had served him reasonably well over the past couple of days.
He had made sure Saint Charlos had enjoyed himself every step of the way.
Otherwise, given the man's insolent behavior just now, Saint Charlos would have blasted him to pieces on the spot.
As Saint Charlos walked along, admiring the expressions of the slaves lining the way,
on a streetlamp beside the distant bridge ahead,
a tall figure stood with his hands in his pockets, staring intently at the plump man in white robes and a bubble helmet among the group.
The burning gaze in his eyes was undimmed even by the wind and snow beside him.
"So the big shot Shet was talking about was a Celestial Dragon."
"I thought I'd have to reach Sabaody Archipelago at the very least to see one of those creatures."
"I never expected to run into one in East Blue!"
"This is such a delight!"
Looking at the Celestial Dragon surrounded by his entourage, Will's lips curled into a slight smile, and his eyes shone with unmistakable pleasure.
"What counts as a surprise?"
"To me, this is a surprise!"
Will felt his blood boiling, while killing intent surged relentlessly within him!
The next second.
Will vanished from the streetlamp, as if he had merged into the wind and snow.
In the middle of the bridge.
The Celestial Dragon's party was still walking along at an unhurried pace.
But Saint Charlos was starting to feel tired, so he was about to tell everyone to stop and tend to him while he rested.
That would also give the two leading Marines a chance to arrange for people to quickly build him a residence, just as they had over the past two days.
But before Saint Charlos could say a word,
the two special slaves crawling along the ground ahead suddenly stopped.
At the same time, the burly man in a black suit beside them changed expression, his gaze turning wary as he looked ahead.
"What's going on?"
Saint Charlos was first taken aback. Then anger welled up inside him, and he assumed the two slaves were looking for another beating.
Just as he was about to use his scepter to viciously whip their backsides,
a tall figure gradually emerged from the wind and snow ahead, walking straight toward them.
Saint Charlos wasn't blind. He immediately understood what was happening, and his expression darkened.
Because what he hated most was people suddenly appearing right in front of him!
A moment later.
The tall, muscular man came before the group, then stopped some distance away and watched them.
Will was giving off waves of heat, his hands in his pockets as he stared intently at the Celestial Dragon.
Then he spoke slowly, his tone chillingly cold. "Everyone, I'm in a very bad mood."
"Who's going to step forward and let me vent?"
"Or why don't all of you come at me together!"
Hearing such arrogant words,
Saint Charlos was momentarily dumbfounded, then immediately burned with fury.
He wanted to have someone bring him his beloved hand cannon and then blast the insolent man to death himself.
But Saint Charlos suddenly paused, remembering that he had planned to stop and rest anyway.
Now that an impromptu show had started, there was no need to end it so soon.
A sinister smile spread across Saint Charlos's lips, and the anger in his heart gradually faded.
He released the two chains in his hands and ordered with a hint of amusement,
"Go on, my two good dogs. Tear that damn vermin in front of me to pieces!"
"Yes!"
The two slaves felt the chains being released at the other end and answered loudly in unison.
Then they immediately stood up and strode forward. Both of them looked to be over two meters tall.
And when the two looked toward Will, there was a strange arrogance in their eyes.
It seemed they were proud to be slaves of the Celestial Dragons.
Just then.
The Marines following behind also realized that something was wrong.
The two Marine Headquarters Commodores hurriedly led two squads of Marine soldiers forward from either side.
When they saw the unfamiliar intruder blocking the group's path,
the two Commodores broke into a cold sweat, then their eyes filled with intense murderous intent.
They both knew perfectly well
that if this intruder, who had appeared out of nowhere, ruined the Celestial Dragon's mood, they would be finished!
That was why they were now the two people present who most wanted to kill the intruder!
So Frat and Konooh, who were usually at odds with each other,
now did something entirely out of character: they stepped forward together, dropped to one knee, and apologized in unison, their voices full of dread.
"Lord Celestial Dragon! We're terribly sorry! We let you get a fright!"
"Please rest assured! We'll take care of this at once—"
But before either of them could finish, Saint Charlos impatiently waved them off.
"Enough! Get out of my way! Don't spoil the show!"
"Uh..." The two Commodores froze, then immediately lowered their heads respectfully. "Yes!"
They rose and withdrew without delay, then turned their anger toward the intruder with their eyes.
The man in the black suit standing nearby said nothing. He remained quietly where he was.
As a member of CP9,
all he had to do was ensure the Celestial Dragon's safety. The lives of everyone else were of no concern to him.
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