"Wait, Siderial, you can't do this!"
Oran's words instantly shattered Caesar's mental defenses. Having half his funding cut wasn't fatal to Caesar; the amounts he usually reported had been inflated to begin with.
If it were just the usual fifty percent cut, he would merely have to live a little more frugally. Oran and Vegapunk generally wouldn't waste time investigating exactly what he had done.
But Queen was different. That guy would actually scrutinize every single entry, then deal him a devastating blow at the root of the problem.
However, Oran paid no attention to Caesar's wailing. He simply turned and walked back into the cabin, beginning to reinforce the circuits around his laboratory.
People had to pay the price for what they did. Having Caesar's archenemy handle this matter would undoubtedly produce the result he wanted.
All it took was one sentence to make Queen carry out this task diligently without asking for compensation. There was no easier method.
As for why he had chosen Queen instead of Judge, that was a victory for a bootlicker.
"Muhahaha! Caesar, just focus on recovering. I'll go check your accounts first. I guarantee I won't miss a single entry."
Queen's upturned lips could no longer be restrained—or rather, he had no intention of restraining them. Caesar had been as arrogant when he first ate the Devil Fruit as Queen was pleased with himself now.
"Queen, you bastard—"
"Watch how you speak, Caesar. Don't forget who's in charge of your cash flow now. But even if you sweet-talk me, I still won't go easy on you. Muhahaha!"
Should I change my attitude toward Queen? Has that guy really gotten a taste of the benefits?
Watching the two of them, Judge began questioning his life. At this point, it seemed impossible for their resistance