Betrayers Die

"How would I know about something like that, Original?" She did her best to appear harmless.

"Enough talking. I'm going back to sleep."

"York, do you know the consequences of betrayal?" Vegapunk said, his voice slightly cold.

Even a kind old man like him was unwilling to accept betrayal.

Swain's freezing power moved as swiftly as lightning, freezing York's legs solid.

"What are you doing?!" she snapped in fury.

She glared at Swain with a hostile expression.

"Who gave you the courage to look at me like that?!" Swain bellowed.

His voice exploded in York's ears like thunder.

Then, his overwhelming Conqueror's Haki erupted, crashing into York without restraint.

The baby fat on her face went pale with fright, her muscles tightening.

She looked exactly like a girl next door who had been bullied into tears, sniffling in grievance.

"Vegapunk, there's a spy in your team. Do you expect me to clean her up for you?"

Swain was making it clear that if Vegapunk could not bear to do it, he would not mind killing York himself.

Vegapunk sighed. "She's still too young. Her mind hasn't matured yet."

"Hmph! What immature mind? You're just too merciful."

"If you can't even handle this matter properly, then our cooperation ends here!"

Swain was plainly putting pressure on him. If one showed even the slightest mercy toward traitors, it would ruin major plans at critical moments.

Besides, York could not defend herself at all. The Image Den Den Mushi was in Swain's hand, and it had recorded every conversation between Swain and Vegapunk.

The only question was whether she had transmitted it already.

"Then you execute her," Vegapunk said, turning away.

He could not bear to watch the clone he had cultivated for so many years die before his eyes.

York had recovered