You're Dead, This Money Is Mine Too!

Monkey D. Dragon.

Rather than calling him a "Revolutionary,"

Storm felt this man was more like a "Peasant Uprising Leader"...

And the kind of talker who just spouts empty words all day without doing anything productive...

If one carefully examined it, it wouldn't be hard to discover that Monkey D. Dragon had basically never participated in any major events.

That alone would be enough.

What made Storm even more speechless.

Was that Monkey D. Dragon, as the supreme leader of the Revolutionary Army, turned a blind eye to the life-or-death situations of his important subordinates!

Emporio Ivankov, the Okama King and Revolutionary Army Grand Line Army Commander, was imprisoned in Impel Down for many years.

Monkey D. Dragon paid him no mind;

Ginny, the Revolutionary Army East Blue Army Commander, was captured by the World Government and became a tragic test subject for the Gorosei;

Monkey D. Dragon ignored her completely.

And then, when his own son came of age and set out to sea.

Monkey D. Dragon immediately rushed to Loguetown to personally escort his son.

Was this man truly carrying out a revolution.

Or was he just playing house?

If Monkey D. Dragon were a "newcomer" who had only recently embraced revolutionary ideals, that would be one thing.

But this man had already begun organizing the Revolutionary Army after the Ohara Buster Call incident over a decade ago!

In other words.

Monkey D. Dragon had been involved in "revolutionary activities" for at least ten years!

And yet, this Revolutionary Army.

Had no guiding ideology, no action program, no revolutionary slogans.

It only had acts of defiance.

Storm saying Monkey D. Dragon was a "Peasant Uprising Leader" was truly not an exaggeration!

One could only say...

The world is just a giant makeshift stage.

Bear clearly felt the intense contempt Storm held for Dragon in his words.

He wanted to defend Dragon, but he didn't know what to say.

Because everything Storm had just said were undeniable facts.

The fact was, Dragon truly hadn't done anything!

Well, perhaps Dragon was secretly doing things no one knew about?

"That's all I have to say. Think it over carefully, Bartholomew Bear."

Storm shook his head and turned towards the church doors.

"You've protected your daughter well, but a terminal illness like 'Azure Jade Scales' cannot be cured by mere 'protection.'

"Of course, you can also pray to your gods, to your Bible, to your deities for help.

"See if the gods will respond to your prayers!

"Or perhaps—see if the gods will watch your tragic life unfold while holding their sides, laughing heartily!"

After saying this, Storm walked directly out of the church.

He was afraid that if he continued speaking, he might not be able to resist punching Bear again!

At the very least, he didn't want to beat up a father in front of his daughter.

That would set a bad example for the child.

Storm left the dim church and stepped out into the bright exterior, feeling the oppressive weight in his heart vanish.

Monkey D. Dragon, the Revolutionary Army, Nika, and other equally rotten, troublesome things were immediately cast out of his mind.

"Wuwu--"

Just then, a sobbing sound reached Storm's ears.

He walked towards the two clay dolls placed beside the small church—he had casually left them there earlier.

"Old man, don't think of me as some kind of nice guy."

Storm stood before Bulldog's clay doll and issued a warning beforehand.

"If you attack me again, I'll let you know what a 'Hell's Baptism' is like!"

Throwing Bulldog into boiling hot oil or scalding boiling water would be a bit inhumane.

But throwing the other person into the sea to sober up his overheated brain with the icy water...

Storm was capable of doing that!

Snap!

Storm snapped his fingers casually, freeing Bulldog from the clay's restraint.

"You damn pirate!"

Bulldog glared with fierce eyes.

"How dare you sneak attack this old man!"

"...Can you not be unreasonable?"

Storm's lips twitched.

"You were the one who sneak attacked me first, okay?"

Storm didn't want to reason with a stubborn old man.

He directly ignored Bulldog and walked to another clay statue, releasing its control.

The next moment.

The former King of the Sorbeth Kingdom—King Bekley—collapsed in front of Storm like a homeless stray dog.

"Mister Pirate! Mister Pirate!"

King Bekley knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"I have money! My country has money too!

"Whatever you want, I can give it to you!

"Just let me go!"

Whoosh--

A whistling sound came from mid-air.

Storm glanced over.

Bulldog swung his cane, smashing it down hard towards King Bekley's head.

Thump!

The old man had quite some strength.

The thick cane hit King Bekley's head, immediately raising a large bump on his forehead.

"You scumbag!"

Bulldog continued to swing his cane, whipping King Bekley.

"You set fire to the entire south! And you have the nerve to come back!"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

King Bekley shielded his head with his hands, shouting in defense.

"This was for the future of the Sorbeth Kingdom!

"In the East Blue! In the Goa Kingdom of the East Blue, there's a beautiful town with no trash!

"Even the Celestial Dragons praised the beauty of that kingdom!

"For future happiness, one must be ruthless in reforming the country!"

King Bekley's defense was worse than his silence.

As soon as he started explaining, Bulldog's rage flared up as if hot oil had been poured on it, and he was about to "ignite."

"So that's your excuse for burning down your own citizens?! Die, you trash king!"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Bulldog's cane fell on King Bekley like raindrops.

The latter curled up on the ground, trying his best to avoid the blows.

But an old man's stamina was limited.

After a short while, Bulldog was panting heavily and had to stop.

Storm asked at the opportune moment.

"You just said you were rich?"

"Yes, I'm rich, I have a lot, a lot of money..."

King Bekley, who was also quite old and had just been beaten, answered weakly.

"If you let me go, I'll give you all my money..."

Bulldog's eyes widened, and he immediately raised his cane, intending to beat the scumbag king to death right there.

But this time, Storm didn't let him be so reckless.

"Lord Administrator, how can you treat your former King like this?"

Storm's mind raced, and a lump of clay appeared out of nowhere, restraining Bulldog once more.

"King Shell, is it? Where did you hide your treasure? Do you have a vault like the 'King's Treasure'?"

"My money..."

King Bekley swallowed nervously, his voice involuntarily softening.

"My money is all in the royal palace."

"Then where is your royal palace?"

"It, it... it was destroyed by that 'Tyrant'!"

King Bekley replied helplessly, but then hope rekindled within him.

"However, my country is still here!

"As long as I can become the King of this country again, I'll have endless treasure!"

The smile on Storm's face vanished instantly. He asked coldly, "You mean you have no money?"

"I don't have money right now! But my citizens still do!"

King Bekley answered immediately.

"Lord Pirate! If you don't mind, I can give you half of the Sorbeth Kingdom's wealth!

"As long as you help me regain the throne!"

This was the first time Storm had been promised the moon by a king.

"Do you know something?"

"Wh-what?"

"If I wanted to, even if you died, that money could still be mine!"

Without waiting for King Bekley to respond, Storm pinched a lump of clay and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

Immediately after.

Storm turned to Bulldog beside him and asked with great confusion.

"Didn't you say there was a 'One-Man Revolution' in the Sorbeth Kingdom before? Why didn't you kill this trash then?"

"We old bones don't have the ability to storm the palace and defeat the army..."

Bulldog said helplessly, gesturing towards the church nearby.

"That was King Bear's decision.

"It wasn't just this time; I remember he did the same thing last time."

Fun fact.

More than a decade ago, King Bekley's reign was overthrown by Bear once before.

Incidentally, Dragon and Ivankov also came to the Sorbeth Kingdom at that time.

The three giants of the Revolutionary Army gathered together, overthrew the original ruling power of a kingdom, and then...

They left. They left. They left...

Until this year, Bear once again overthrew King Bekley's brutal rule.

This is the so-called "One-Man Revolution."

And then.

Bear let King Bekley go once more...

Storm looked speechlessly at the bruised and battered King Bekley.

"Why did you keep this trash, who only makes empty promises, alive?"

"That's not something we can decide."

Bulldog shook his head and sighed, then said in a low voice.

"Whether it was the Revolutionary Army back then or King Bear now.

"Their actions are not influenced by insignificant people like us.

"What else can we do but accept their decisions?"

Storm was silent for a moment, then roared towards the church.

"Bartholomew Bear! Can you hear me!?"

Storm roared.

"Revolution is not child's play! It's not a dinner party!

"How long are you going to be so naive!?"

With a flurry of hurried footsteps.

Bear ran out of the church.

Storm had no desire to deal with him for the moment, so he casually conjured a White Dragon and flew into the sky.

The strong wind at high altitude billowed Storm's robes.

He looked at the three warships on the sea, took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket, and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello--

"Admiral Aokiji, do you want warships or not?"