The Five Elders could not decide what to do about the Shichibukai, so they sought the Celestial Dragons' guidance. All ten royal representatives were present, along with Little Zhuge. Spinxan spoke respectfully. "We must decide this quickly. The Shichibukai exist in name only now. Boa Hancock betrayed us, Weevil was stripped of his title, Tesoro was killed, and Doflamingo is dead. That leaves the government with only three people it can rely on: Dracule Mihawk, Tyrant Kuma, and Buggy the Clown!"
The ten royal representatives turned to Little Zhuge as one. He gave a cold smile and stood up. "If they're no longer useful, kill them all. The Reverie will soon be held in the Holy Land. Use that to summon them here and leave the rest to me."
"You? Are you certain you can do it?" Frederick asked.
Little Zhuge picked up a glass of red wine and drained it in one gulp. "Don't worry. Last time, I gathered the major figures of the Underworld together. They all agreed to follow our orders to deal with Ye Chen. To show their sincerity, they voluntarily left behind a number of capable subordinates, and they'll continue sending us reinforcements. There are only a hundred of them, but every one is dangerous. We don't own these people; we can only command them. Still, having them at our disposal is more than enough."
"A hundred? Isn't that too few? Wouldn't it be better to have them send us ten thousand?" Connor was a complete fool. Even at a meeting this important, he had brought several beautiful women with him. He hardly looked as though he had come to discuss business, and as he spoke, his right hand roamed lecherously inside a maid's clothes.
"Ten thousand?" Little Zhuge snorted. "I had them tested. Those