"You idiots! Can't you understand human speech?!"
After several slashes, Caesar's body scattered into several clouds of gas. If not for the Gas-Gas Fruit's power, he would have been chopped to pieces already.
"A Logia Type? Piekro's intelligence was really lousy. He didn't even uncover this."
"You can't blame him. Who would have thought some nobody would have this kind of luck?"
These people belonged to an organ-trafficking assassination group and were only temporarily working with Piekro. After all, Oran's plan had affected them even more than it had Piekro.
Under normal circumstances, assassins had to understand their target's exact situation. But MADS was famous mainly because of Vegapunk and Oran, which led Piekro to overlook the others.
Piekro had even instinctively assumed that these scientists were a bunch of weaklings. As long as their guards were dealt with, they could be handled however he wanted. That was why there were now such gaps in his intelligence.
"A nobody? You idiots can go die!!"
Perhaps Caesar subconsciously agreed with those words. Otherwise, he would not have assumed those assassins had come for Oran and Vegapunk. How could someone nobody knew attract assassins? That was basic common sense.
Compared to Oran and Vegapunk's current achievements, Caesar truly was a nobody. The problem was that he could think it himself, but he could not stand having someone expose it to his face.
"Shurorororo, you forced me to do this. Void World!"
Though unwilling, Caesar was forced to become a laborer, harvesting the assassins who wanted to attack him.
There were quite a few assassins, but Caesar and Queen currently feared numbers the least. What had been an encirclement operation had practically become their weapon testing ground.
"Is this all the Great Undertaker and the organ-trafficking assassination group can do? This is much