Does Disaster Come from the Mouth?

"Jabra, stop challenging Lucci," Owl suddenly said. "You've indeed grown much stronger, but Lucci now has 3,700 Doriki."

"You only have 1,900 Doriki. The gap is far too great. You'd only go there to get beaten up."

"I won't tell anyone, but the news will still get out."

Watching Owl unzip the chain over his mouth and offer his merciless assessment, Jabra's expression changed as he hurriedly said, "Owl, your measurements are definitely inaccurate."

"Also, last time you promised not to tell anyone that I got dumped. Yet by the next day, everyone on Enies Lobby knew about it. I'm going to kill you!"

"No... my measurements are accurate. You all believe Commander Spandam only has 9 Doriki, while an ordinary person has 11!"

"Besides, my mouth is the tightest. I would never gossip about anyone..."

As he spoke, Owl zipped the chain over his mouth shut again.

However, anyone familiar with Owl knew that he was the undisputed king of loose lips.

"You bastard, Owl, shut up! As the commander, I don't need to take part in combat at all!" Spandam roared anxiously.

"Besides, I have an elephant sword that ate a Devil Fruit. I'm far beyond what ordinary people can compare to."

Everyone present had long grown accustomed to Spandam's furious outbursts.

As an intelligence organization second only to Cipher Pol Aigis Zero, the minimum requirement for joining Cipher Pol No. 9 was mastery of the Six Powers.

In the Original Work, there had been a rookie hailed as the King of Newcomers who had only mastered three techniques. After being defeated, Lucci had directly killed him, and Spandam had not pursued the matter in the slightest afterward.

It could be said that within CP9, personal strength was everything.

Even Spandam, their commander, relied on that fact.

"Enough,