Big Hand Funeral Director

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The Grand Line, Dead Island.

Strictly speaking, Dead Island is just the name of the Underworld. Officially, it's called Tes Anges Island, a medium-sized island that belongs to a no-man's-land and is also a haven for criminals.

Pirates, Pirate Hunter, and all sorts of strange and monstrous beings—it's a place where all sorts of people mingle, and killing someone in the street is commonplace.

There are no rules here; it's a simple matter of the strong preying on the weak, and everything depends on strength.

It's a breeding ground for evil, a place where ruthless methods are employed, and where killing and looting are commonplace. No one will speak up for justice; if you want to live, you must abandon your so-called conscience, or you'll die without even a bone left.

The one who secretly rules this island is one of the underground kings, the Big Hand Funeral Director Peclo, a man who specializes in the business of the dead.

He took care of everything related to the dead.

You have to understand, people die every single moment in this world, and the number is enormous. In fact, this guy specifically targets wealthy businessmen for his business purposes.

On Dead Island, you can mess with anyone, but it's best not to provoke the power of the Big Hand Funeral Director, or you won't even know how you died!

At the very center of the island stands a colossal, opulent fortress, adorned with countless priceless artifacts, even the floor tiles crafted from the finest crystal.

This is the territory of the Big Hand Funeral Director, symbolizing the dignity of the kings of the Underworld.

Space tore open, and guided by the Ripper, four figures stood above the fortress.

"This is Peclo's territory, but whether it's actually here, I don't know."

Covered in bandages, the Ripper's face was deathly pale as he pointed at the massive fortress below.

Who is it?

Below, all the guards of the fortress looked up at the sky, since Rob Lucci and the others had no intention of hiding anything.

"Men, get out there and get to work!"

Bege lit a cigar, his stomach doors opened, and rows of soldiers fell from them, beginning a large-scale massacre.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The entire fortress was instantly alarmed, and countless guards could be seen gathering around, weapons in hand.

In an instant, amidst a hail of bullets and artillery fire, these guards were as fragile as paper against the firepower of the Nationalist army.

The situation here alarmed people all around, and many people looked at the constantly exploding fortress with great curiosity.

"Someone actually dares to cause trouble at the fortress?"

"Which faction is this? How dare they? Don't they know that's the territory of the Big Hand Funeral Director?"

"This is going to be good!"

Despite the widespread discussion from the outside world, it did not affect the internal situation.

Such a huge commotion naturally alerted the main party involved. Rob Lucci and his companions were lucky; Peclo happened to be inside the fortress at that moment.

Peclo charged out, his face grim. He wanted to see which fool dared to cause trouble for him, someone who was tired of living.

Meanwhile, two of Peclo's top generals also arrived at the fortress.

As the king of the underworld, he must have had some men under his command. Originally, Peclo had three great generals under his command, and the Ripper was one of them.

Besides the Ripper, the other two warriors include a Zoan -type Black Panther with a bounty of 520 million.

The other is a Swordmaster with a bounty of 470 million.

Besides the three generals, there were other arms dealers, and it's not hard to see that there were also Clone, machine guns, and Grenade among the crowd.

Looking down, Rob Lucci saw the tall man leading the group, carrying a scythe, wearing an eyepatch, with lion-like fur, and resembling a sunflower. Suddenly, the man disappeared into the air and landed on the ground.

Peclo's pupils contracted, and he had a bad feeling as he looked at Rob Lucci.

How could he not recognize this man?

Is the government about to intervene?

"You're the Big Hand Funeral Director?"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Rob Lucci stared blankly at Peclo, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Death God Rob Lucci!"

Peclo gripped his scythe tightly, looking at Rob Lucci with a somewhat solemn expression, before glancing at Bege and the other two who had fallen to the ground.

"The Godfather Capone Bege"

Peclo had nothing to say to Blueno and the Ripper, because it was pointless to continue.

"Not so great, huh? Who gave you the courage to provoke a country?"

Amidst the raging gunfire, Bege, puffing on a cigar, looked down at Peclo.

With a gloomy face, Peclo didn't answer, but suddenly made his move. With a swing of his scythe, a wind blade tore through eardrums and rippled outwards towards Rob Lucci and the others.

At the same time, the two great generals also charged out.

After Ripper into their stomachs, Bege and Blueno rushed out.

Everything vanished. The scythe-like wind blades unleashed by Peclo cleaved everything in two, possessing immense cutting power and incredible speed, much like a swordsman's strike.

As if he hadn't moved, a bright white arc of light emerged from Rob Lucci's feet, crashing into Peclo's attack with a deafening roar.

Torn to shreds, Rob Lucci vanished, and the next second Peclo turned around, swinging his scythe.

A large, black and white hand, as unbreakable as a diamond, gripped the scythe tightly.

With a change in expression, Peclo quickly reacted, his right foot transforming into a scythe, wrapped in a layer of Armament Haki, and slashing towards Rob Lucci's waist.

With a calm gaze, Rob Lucci also extended his foot, his black and white Armament Haki, enveloped in boiling energy, colliding with the opponent's.

A violent roar ripped the ground open, revealing a massive spiderweb-like crater centered on the two individuals.

Emerging from the sandstorm, Peclo's feet transformed into scythes, tearing at the ground before finally coming to a stop.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Rob Lucci hovered above the crater, still with that same cold and aloof expression.

"No wonder he's a man who could fight Whitebeard."

Standing up, Peclo suppressed his inner turmoil, his face grim.

His hands transformed into scythes, which flew out, and wind blades that tore through the air attacked like an iron cage, leaving the entire ground covered with neat cuts.

He stepped out and disappeared.

Peclo's attacks all struck the pit rocks, creating a storm.

His body tensed up; even with his Observation Haki, Peclo couldn't detect the other person's life force.

Hearing this from all directions, El couldn't help but swallow hard!

"Puff"

With his face contorted and blood gushing from his mouth, Peclo was completely unaware of the slight ripples. His entire body was struck with such force that it transformed into a rainbow, crashing through the fortress and lying in the ruins.

He quickly got up, but the other person had disappeared again. Peclo didn't even dare to wipe the blood away, remaining vigilant.

As the wind rustled the grass, Peclo's right hand transformed into a scythe, and he swung it fiercely to the right.

Amidst the clash of swords Sisi the sparks flying, Rob Lucci revealed his true form with some surprise.

"Cyclone Slash"

With a sinister expression, Peclo was like a hedgehog, his entire body covered in scythe blades.

In an instant, a tornado formed, filled with Armament Haki, its cold light gleaming.

He vanished and reappeared in the distance. Rob Lucci looked at his clothes, now tattered into strips, and ripped them off, revealing his eight-pack abs.

On the other side, the earth continued to be destroyed. Peclo watched Rob Lucci warily as the entire earth began to assimilate, turning into countless scythe blades centered on himself.

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