Celestial Dragon? Some Country Bumpkin?

But once he saw the situation clearly, he let out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, Saint Charlos was still alive.

Sara's body trembled and twitched slightly beside him. She had wanted to act just now, but she was afraid of harming the Celestial Dragon. The conflict between her movements and thoughts made her twitch.

"You!"

Saint Charlos wore a look of utter shock.

His entire body had gone rigid. He had never imagined that a lowly commoner could get this close to him.

Now he desperately wanted to lose his temper, but waves of fear kept washing over him, leaving him unable to speak. After all, he had heard many times about people being killed in the lower world.

He never expected that this unlucky bastard would be him.

"Release Saint Charlos at once! He is a Celestial Dragon!"

Linus tried to pressure the attacker who was impersonating him.

Brando grinned.

With his left hand, he drew another kunai from behind his back and stabbed it directly into Saint Charlos's shoulder, piercing his noble clothes and sinking into his body.

Blood instantly dyed the white clothing red.

"Ah!!"

Saint Charlos immediately let out a scream.

Linus and Sara both froze instantly.

At the same time, a large number of World Government personnel appeared nearby. Seeing Saint Charlos held hostage by Linus, they revealed looks of disbelief.

But they immediately noticed that there were two Linuses and froze in confusion.

"I don't want to hear anyone raising their voice at me."

Brando released the Transformation Technique and revealed his true appearance as he spoke arrogantly.

"Release Saint Charlos at once!"

Saint Charlos's butler shouted furiously.

But the moment he finished speaking, Brando pulled out another kunai with his left hand and stabbed Saint Charlos again, piercing his other shoulder as well.

"Ah!!"

"Shut up! I told you to keep it down. Are you deaf?!"

Tears streamed from Saint Charlos's eyes from the pain.

His mind had cleared up as well. He knew he could not provoke a lowly commoner, so he began cursing the people around him. It was all these useless trash's fault for failing to protect him.

Once this was over, he would have them all killed!!

They were useless at their jobs, and they had even seen him in such a miserable state. They no longer deserved to live.

"Yes..."

The people around him answered fearfully.

Everyone was deeply uneasy. With something like this happening, their chances of surviving seemed very low, even if the Celestial Dragon did not die.

After all, they had already made a mistake. How could they have allowed an assassin to get so close to a Celestial Dragon? That was their failure.

"What do you want? I can give you anything, as long as you let me go."

"Money, treasure, powerful Devil Fruits, even a kingdom. You can make any demand, and I can satisfy it!"

Saint Charlos had calmed down by now.

His priority was saving his own life. At a time like this, he could agree to any condition, so long as this fellow would live long enough to enjoy it. Whatever came to mind, he said.

"Really?"

"You can agree to anything?"

Brando looked delighted.

Saint Charlos felt relieved. Looks like he was an idiot, believing him so easily. Trash would always be trash.

"Of course. I am a Celestial Dragon. I am a god!"

"As long as you ask for it, I can make it happen."

Saint Charlos spoke with great confidence, as though it were true.

But he did not have that authority at all. Celestial Dragons were divided by rank. At the top were the Five Elders, followed by God's Knights, then the Celestial Dragons from the Five Elders' families, and only then ordinary Celestial Dragons.

However, Saint Charlos was certain that the person attacking him did not know any of that, so he made the promise outright.

"Kneel."

Brando's expression changed as he spoke coldly.

"Just kneel? Kneeling..."

Saint Charlos had been about to say it was no big deal, but he immediately realized what was happening, and his face stiffened.

The others nearby widened their eyes as well, unable to believe Brando would say such a thing.

Quite a few clever people showed despairing expressions. If the Celestial Dragon knelt here, then everyone present would definitely die!

Some people wanted to shout at him, but Saint Charlos had just berated them, so they did not dare speak for the moment.

"What, is a Celestial Dragon some country bumpkin?"

"Don't even know how to kneel?"

"My arm has been raised this whole time. It's getting tired."

Brando was only a little over 1.8 meters tall, while this Celestial Dragon was 2.1 meters tall, so Brando had to keep his arm raised.

Seeing this fellow still spouting nonsense, he gripped the kunai in his right hand and pushed it forward a little farther.

Saint Charlos clearly felt the cold touch of metal against his neck, as well as something warm sliding down it.

He was bleeding.

Death!

He was going to die!

The sensation of impending death kept echoing in Saint Charlos's mind. He had no other thoughts left. He only wanted to live.

Bang!

Saint Charlos dropped to one knee with his right leg first, producing a dull thud that rang clearly across the silent ship.

The two CP0 members clenched their fists. Whether Saint Charlos would die was still uncertain, but they knew they were dead for sure.

Humiliating a Celestial Dragon like this—this man might not fear death, but he had dragged all of them down with him.

Then his left knee dropped as well, and Saint Charlos's face was filled with humiliation.

"HAHAHA!"

"So this is the 'god' of this world?!"

Brando let out a wild Uchiha laugh.

The kunai in his hand trembled, and Saint Charlos's heart trembled along with it.

The two CP0 agents felt they had opportunities at any moment to seize the kunai and kill him, but they did not dare act. They feared the slightest mishap, though their deaths were already all but certain.

But if they failed to save Saint Charlos, their fate would be even worse. It might even implicate their families, cities, or entire countries.

Faced with Brando's mockery, everyone around them looked ashen. Even some of the slower ones had realized that they were doomed.

At this moment, everyone aboard the ship trembled under Brando's tyranny.

"You want to live, right?"

Brando asked Saint Charlos calmly.

"Yes. As long as you let me live, you can make any demand."

Seeing Brando ask, Saint Charlos thought the other party had finally calmed down and hurriedly replied.

"Then have these two CP0 agents kill themselves first."

Brando directly stated his demand.

He had never expected things to go this smoothly.

These two CP0 agents were very strong, but he had ways to deal with them. It was just that he would have to use the Mangekyo Sharingan, which would burden his eyes.

Brando had no compassion whatsoever for these tools made for killing.

Saint Charlos's expression stiffened.

Celestial Dragons were cruel, not stupid.

He naturally knew that the only people who could protect him now were these two CP0 agents.

If they died, no one else present would be a match for this attacker.

"This..."

Saint Charlos hesitated.

By now, someone was secretly contacting the World Government, asking them to find a way to send reinforcements and dispatch the nearest Marine Admiral.

Brando did not hesitate. He pulled out another kunai and stabbed it into Saint Charlos's back.

The stabbing pain made Saint Charlos scream outright.

The hearts of everyone around them trembled along with him. The two CP0 agents exchanged helpless looks, unable to find any opportunity to act.

If it had been anyone else, they would have acted long ago. They had a seventy percent chance of successfully rescuing the hostage, but the hostage was a Celestial Dragon. Without a one hundred percent chance, they could not make a move.