What Did I Do to Earn Such Disrespect? (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Yet even after seeing Will so easily kill two Devil Fruit users in succession, not a single person among the Celestial Dragons felt any fear.

The black-suited man and the two Navy Commodores all believed in their hearts that they too could easily kill those two Devil Fruit-eating slaves, and would do it even faster than him.

So the three still didn't take the arrogant intruder before them seriously.

Then Navy Commodores Frat and Konooh immediately stepped forward together to volunteer: "Celestial Dragon-sama! Let us deal with this eyesore of an intruder!"

Saint Charlos, who had already been treating this sudden incident as a gladiator match, gave a slight nod in response to their words: "Mm, go ahead. Kill this bastard for me."

"If you can't do it, I'll have your arms and legs broken and make you two new slaves here!"

Though those two pathetic, defeated slaves had embarrassed him somewhat, he wasn't particularly angry in his heart. Instead, he was quite interested in watching more.

After all, they were just two slaves that could be replaced and replenished at any time.

Saint Charlos had never cared about the lives of these slaves.

As for fearing that the intruder might hurt him?

Don't be ridiculous.

As a Celestial Dragon, he never worried that these ants could harm him.

Because he simply didn't believe those lowlifes had the guts!

Frat and Konooh, having received the answer they sought, ignored the terrifying punishment and hurriedly bowed their heads in unison: "Yes! Celestial Dragon-sama!"

Watching the two men kneeling before him rise and walk straight toward the intruder, Saint Charlos maintained his arrogant expression, then suddenly leaned his body back.

At that moment, the attendants behind him rushed forward in unison, cooperating with practiced coordination to quickly open a reclining chair and place it on the ground.

They also brought out a small table and set it to the side, instantly laying out various fine foods and pastries on it.

The two holding the large umbrella immediately walked behind the recliner and lowered the umbrella's height to better block the wind and snow.

After the group completed these tasks in perfect sync, Saint Charlos settled into the recliner just in time, leaning back leisurely.

He seemed ready to continue enjoying the impromptu performance ahead at his leisure.

Meanwhile, CP9 member Robert, accompanying the group, stood motionless in place, watching the intruder ahead with an expressionless face.

But then, Saint Charlos suddenly noticed the delicacies on the table beside him. His face darkened instantly, and he stood up, sweeping everything off the table with a wave of his hand.

He then glared coldly at the panicked attendants around him and scolded in a low voice: "You brainless idiots! Can't you see I'm wearing a helmet right now?! How do you expect me to eat?!"

"Or are you suggesting I take off the helmet and let myself freeze in this damn weather?!"

"Knowing I can't eat right now, you still pile so much stuff on the table—are you trying to piss me off on purpose?!"

The attendants immediately fell to their knees, their heads thudding heavily against the ground as they apologized in unison: "We are deeply sorry! Celestial Dragon-sama!"

"Hmph."

Saint Charlos snorted lightly, then sat back down, turning his head to watch the scene ahead with renewed interest.

The two Navy Commodores didn't spare a moment of grief for the dead slaves.

After walking out a short distance, they instantly accelerated, attacking Will from both his left and right sides simultaneously.

Even though each believed they could handle him alone, to kill this hateful intruder as quickly as possible, they both tacitly chose not to act individually but made the unprecedented decision to join forces.

As Frat launched his attack, his gaze sharpened.

He then reached his hand into the side hidden beneath his Navy cloak.

Suddenly, he pulled a slender sword from under the cloak and swung it rapidly toward Will!

"Flying Slash!"

With a low roar, a pale blue slash shot through the air, charging straight at Will!

Will showed no panic at the sight. He immediately lifted his leg and lashed out toward the incoming slash.

Tempest Kick!

A crescent blade of equal force tore through the wind and snow, hurtling forward to meet the flying strike.

"What?! How does this guy know the Six Powers?!"

Seeing this, Frat's eyes flew wide, his expression one of utter shock.

Before he could voice the question in his mind—

The moment the two slashes collided—

Konooh on the other side had already closed in with a stunned look, throwing a heavy punch at Will.

But Will, prepared for it, easily sidestepped the blow.

After dodging, he bent low and drove a fist straight into Konooh's chest.

The force was so fierce that it stirred wisps of air current coiling around his fist.

Realizing he couldn't dodge in time, Konooh planted his feet, pulled both fists to his waist, and bellowed:

"Iron Body!"

In that instant, he was certain he could withstand the hit.

The next second—

Boom!

A dull impact rang out, and a visible shockwave rippled rapidly between the two.

Konooh's confident expression vanished in an instant. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his eyes began rolling white.

"Consciousness... is about to scatter..."

As that thought flickered through his mind, he suddenly remembered the Celestial Dragon behind him—Saint Charlos.

Driven by fear, he forced himself not to collapse, and his awareness slowly began to return.

Will withdrew his fist and stood upright, asking with a hint of surprise:

"You actually stood still and took my punch head-on. What gave you the confidence—Iron Body?"

Konooh didn't answer. He just took two steps back instinctively, panting heavily, his gaze still dazed.

Seeing this, Frat didn't rush in again. He raised his blade and watched Will warily, asking urgently:

"Just who the hell are you?! How do you know the Six Powers?!"

Then, a bold guess struck him: "Could it be... you're a deserter who fled the Marines?!"

Will frowned, his tone growing impatient:

"Why is it always the Marines? And now a deserter?!"

"You dare insult me by comparing me to Koby..."

At that thought, a surge of anger welled up inside him. He said in a low voice:

"What have I done to make you disrespect me so much..."

Hearing this, Frat realized that this man really wasn't a Marine.

But he still knew the Six Powers...

So another possibility came to mind, and he instinctively turned to look at the man in the black suit behind him.

He wanted to gauge that man's reaction.

But what he saw was the same look of shock and uncertainty in the other's eyes.

Clearly, the man they thought they could toy with had suddenly pulled out the Six Powers.

How could that not shake them to the core?